Wednesday 17 April 2019

Five Senses On Ice

SM Stirling, Snowbrother, see here.

A war band with captured slaves has camped on a frozen river, with fires on log frameworks, for distance from the forest.

Sight: the fires are "...dim red glows through the snow." (Chapter 12, p. 165)
Sensation: very cold air.
Smell: pine, smoke, dung, grilling sausages.
Sound: shouts, stampings, roaring wind, lowing cattle, kicks, curses, blows.
Taste: by implication, the sausages.

I am glad that I am not there.

1 comment:

Sean M. Brooks said...

Kaor, Paul!

Very Andersonian, this use of multiple senses by Stirling on a single page. I can't help but remember how FLAT Asimov's writing was, compared to Anderson and Stirling's works.

Sean