SNOW WAS FALLING ON RIVERSIDE,
GREAT WHITE feather-puffs that veiled the
cracks in the façades of its ruined houses;
slowly softening the harsh
contours of jagged roof and fallen beam.
Eaves were rounded with snow,
overlapping, embracing, sliding into each other,
capping houses all clustered
together like a fairy-tale village.
Excerpt from “Swordspoint” - Ellen Kushner
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I'm both listening to and reading Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner.
The fabulously talented Neil Gaiman has just produced a new
"illuminated" audio version of this quiet cult classic and
"melodrama of manners", now available on audible.com.
Everytime I put in my headphones,I step right into a world of
buckled leather boots crunching across snow covered cobblestones,
a duel to the death fought to the clang of steel swords
on a bitter cold morning, the glug glug of good brandy poured
into a crystal snifter by a warm fire, the clink of a
champagne toast floating down river from the extravagent
party barge of a duchess, whispered conversations, and of course,
a truly bittersweet love. So if you're in the mood to escape into
a drift of winter, a touch of fantasy and some good
conversation, either version will do.
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Cover art, below, by the brilliant Thomas Canty
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Wishing you a good book, a toasty fire,
and a delicious cuppa' of your
favorite beverage.
Cheers!
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