The book on Olivia's bedside table begins, “The place was called Gorgantum.” If you don't know why this struck me as funny, either you've never read a fantasy novel or you've read too many. The Prologue continues in a similarly hilarious vein after that, but the first sentence can't be topped.
Or not by much. Curious, I flipped through the book to a page at random and read this: “Tanaros gazed over a sea of Fjel, with thick hides of smooth grey, of a pebbled greenish-brown, or black with bristles. His troops, his men.” Tolkien meets Dr. Seuss.