Good lines ...

   

     "It was cool on the river, the smooth green glide so much nearer and intimate than the sea had been. The water bucked and writhed beneath the boards at first, but as they progressed they settled into an even slide. The rising smell of the water reminded Isis of ink, when you put your nose to the neck of the bottle - a dark, swilling breath of unborn words."

    From Little Egypt by Lesley Glaister - which is excellent, by the way.

Comments

[Martina]

Very good indeed!

[Freda]

I love 'a dark, swilling breath of unborn words'. Wow!