“Most men think in a straight line,’ he said, barely audible over the town’s noise and the wind. ‘They see only their own actions,… — Robert Low Copy Share Image
“We were still on the whale road, in the wind that keened and thrummed the ropes.” — Robert Low Copy Share Image
“Strange how we had longed for the feel and smell of land when afloat and now longed for the touch of ship and spray… — Robert Low Copy Share Image
“They offer a wrist-grasp of peace, but that is only to hold you close, by the sword-arm,' he told us, sucking ale off the… — Robert Low Copy Share Image
