So, you’ve read the wondrous first lines of a book, been immersed in the journey through the rest of the pages, been enchanted and challenged, terrified and uplifted, educated and enlightened. And then it comes. The ending. The final words on the page to sum up all that you’ve read and experienced to this point. And these words, if chosen with wisdom and care, will echo through you, reminding you at the most unexpected moments of the other words you read between the covers.
So, as you work on your books, ask yourself: Do my closing words, my endings, leave my readers satisfied? So much so that they can’t wait to grab the next book I’ve written? Or maybe even to start this book over again from the beginning?
Well, here are some closing lines that have accomplished all of that for me. Recognize any of them?
Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.
But the good part is I saved Shiloh and opened my eyes some. Now that ain’t bad for eleven.
And you ask for wisdom, power, and love as you make the anvil sing.
He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
Tomorrow we will go dancing again. Dancing on the head of a pen.
However, a few days after Sarah’s burial, an epitaph was found scratched into her marker. Though fallen low God raised her up…An angel.
The sign now includes her name, and each time I see it, I see the proof that her little life, like every life, changed the lives of others, and I take heart that I will meet her again in a place of wonder, at the center of the mystery around which our existence eternally revolves.