First Lines Friday...

Pale light crept into the black stanchions of pine, the ashen ground the red center of dying coals. The camped men rose, silent, and broke the bread of old pillage between blackened fingers. One of their number looked at his own. Soot and powder, ash and dirt. Neat crescents accrued underneath the nails, trim and black, like he’d tried to dig himself out of a hole int he ground. Or into one.

                                                               ... Fallen Land by Taylor Brown


What I've read about the book, makes me want to read this. A kind of Cold Mountain type of love story and setting. But do these First Lines make you want to read more?