Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sunday Sentence: The Dead Lands by Benjamin Percy


Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.



They rode through forests that had burned down to blackened lances and others electric with the yellow-and-red music of fall. They rode across glinting fields of obsidian that looked as though the night froze and fell and shattered.

The Dead Lands by Benjamin Percy


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