WE DASH THE BLACK RIVER, ITS flats smooth as stone. Not a ship, not a dinghy, not one cry of white. The… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Fifteen feet away, the wide River Thames rolled past, dark and deep and mysterious is the sullen-not-quite sunrise.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I keep having this fantasy about some wide river or channel I'm on the bank of. I can look up, and on… — Garth Risk Hallberg Copy Share Image
“This isn’t going to end well,” Marce said to his sister. “Does it ever?” she asked, banking toward the Warta, the wide… — John Scalzi Copy Share Image
