Yesterday I posted about a short story on which I am currently working called The River Lords. Here are a few words:
The Hermitage loomed out of the mist to our left as we passed, its shape blending with the silhouettes of ancient trees framing the equally ancient stone walls. Our sampan passed through a moss-draped arch into an expanse of placid water. Ahead, the white mist above and its reflection below joined to create an illusion of nothingness — no horizon, no water, no sky. Pungent, moist decay mingled with hints of earth and stone and vegetation to scent the air. I pulled at the great oar, then pushed, feathering the blade to keep it silent and move the boat through the mist. We passed through another arch — the River Gate this time — and the receiving platform appeared. What I thought were dark pillars lining the stone wharf resolved into a contingent of Jao Naam waiting to receive us.
Excellent description, Jonathan! I really like “an illusion of nothingness.” Even without the picture, I could see the scene. Great hook at the end of the paragraph, too, it makes me want to read the subsequent paragraph.
Teresa
Thanks! I’ve been enjoying this story. Though, as usual, the ending is eluding me, but it will come.
I smell the scent of the air – magical. Your words take me to the place so easily.
I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Thanks for reading!