With swift ease of animals they ran, the long lean man and the sturdy boy, an urgent loping running that took away their age and all sense of familiarity in their appearance; faster, faster, faster. And at the rocks ending the headland they did not pause, but went on. Will leapt up light-footed to the crest of Kemare Head and cast himself outwards into the air, into empty sky, arms spread wide, lying on the wind like a bird; and after him went Merriman, his white hair flying like a heron's crest. For an instant the two dark spread-eagled figures seemed to hang in the sky, then with a slowness as if time held its breath they curved downwards, and were gone.
- From Greenwitch by Susan Cooper
Book three of The Dark is Rising Sequence
Book three of The Dark is Rising Sequence
2 comments:
Now that's interesting, because I'm finding this doesn't do that much for me. There's no accounting for differences in taste, I suppose.
Absolutely, Stu! And it's interesting to see where you and I overlap and where we part ways.
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