Saturday, 2 August 2025

Senses At Sea

Rogue Sword, CHAPTER III.

Bells ring as a Venetian merchant fleet departs Constaninople at sunrise.

Waves glitter and chuckle.

Oars creak and thunk.

Thracian hills are green.

A distant sail is red.

Wind whips hair.

A fresh breeze counteracts the oarsmen's stench.

Lucas and Djansha clasp each other.

Sounds, sights, smells and somatic sensations and we also imagine the taste of salt on the lips.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Kaor, Paul!

I just wish ROGUE SWORD could have gotten better covers than the ones you found. Too many of them make Lucas Greco look like the stereotyped barbarian warrior.

Ad astra! Sean