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.
7 comments:
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
God, that cover was awful.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Absolutely, and it's the one disfiguring my copy of ROGUE.
Ad astra! Sean
I pasted a plain piece of paper over mine, with ROGUE SWORD by Poul Anderson printed on it.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Ha! Amusing, and a good idea!
Ad astra! Sean
Kind of censorship.
Kaor, Paul!
But too many of the covers for Anderson's works range from bad to horrible.
Ad astra! Sean
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