This is probably one of my favorite ones, though. It comes from an epic gladiator fantasy I work on occasionally. Because it's epic. No, really.
A summary of the first chapter of Strike a Telling Blow, in ten sentences:
The sooner the better, if you ask the men.
No woman is condemned if she can't produce sons. happy, to a loving family.
Though both of us favored Papa, with dark hair and complexions, Matteus got hazel eyes that reminded Mama of her father, in turn.
Papa was well-known throughout the city. The Lirari threw grand parties. Everyone needed masks.
Papa called him the little Emperor.
Or how about the first chapter of my urban fantasy, Immortal Lies:
I've got testing anxiety. I'm not a thin-lipped, pasty-skinned pretty boy type. Violet. If you've never seen a faery have a bad hair day, count your lucky stars. I stared until my good eye started stinging. Powerful magic. "Promise. I smiled a little for her sake. Vi shook her head hard. One silver coil bobbled into her eyes.
I love this so much that I stole it and blogged about it over on The Novelty Girls. The feature is on the Tools menu under "word count". Give it a shot.
Got another great review from Mrs. Giggles today. Fortune's Fool got an 87!