Last lines, eh? Like the icing on the cake? The cream in coffee? The cherry on top?
More like, if I put one more jenga piece on, will the whole tower collapse?
I read a very interesting article by Crista Rucker called Keys to a Great Ending. Crista says "It is a precarious balance between writing a killer finish to your novel and creating an ending that will send it hurtling towards the nearest wall."
So, I have written the last of Bloodlines. It's ALL done. Except the last line. I liked my last line but it was given by a character my publisher didn't want to be named. She was right but I didn't like what she wrote lol.
By the time you get to the last line, your heart will be racing. You will have just gone *squeal! OMG! No! Yes! squeal!* (That's pretty much what my daughter did.)
So, I have to be really, really careful with your feelings. I don't want you chucking the beautiful book across the room. I want to you sit there, still, staring off into the distance, the noise and feel and colour of the scene resonating all through you.
I want your heart beating just that bit faster and I want you to go 'When's the next one out? Quick. I need to climb back into the lives of Fleance, Rosie, Rachel and Blair.'