First line: November slept like the dead the morning before her wedding - in fact, it took three handmaidens, a drum, and a bucket of water to get her to wake.

Last line: The Cat licked into her mouth and the world spun around November in perfect synchronicity – until the wound on her side reopened and her legs buckled, a sailor in the crow's nest shouted "warship approaching!" in a panicked voice and it started to rain.

The biggest "problem" was rereading the entire comic so that it was fresh in my mind.

This almost didn't get written because I was afraid my homage to The Princess Bride would slip right into plagarism.