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“Now the wood in early morning was utterly silent. She walked carefully through damp leaves, around tangles of bramble and vine, trying not to…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Her thoughts came to life in the stillness of the wood, nurtured by the air and the scent and the vividness of it.”

— Meagan Spooner

“It transformed and sharpened everything she saw, smelled, felt. She could hear the ping of water moving through the pipes and smell metal in…

— Dennis Lehane

“She had no obligations; she roamed outdoors, sniffing the flora and chasing the fauna, her mind filled with images, smells, colors, and myths borne…

— Isabel Allende

“He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving…

— Ernest Hemingway

“The greenest grass he’d ever seen—a forest of long, soft blades—ran down to the bank. The water was clear and swift as it flowed…

— Blake Crouch

“It was hard to describe what she had sensed, but it had been distinct and clear, like the shape of a leafless tree against…

— Jessica Rydill

“...and the sound of her low voice seemed to have the accompaniment of all the other sounds, full of mystery, desolation, and sorrow, I…

— Joseph Conrad

“I’ve heard this sound before, she realized, her entire body tingling. She’d caught glimpses of it, like a distant haunting refrain, in her deepest…

— Meagan Spooner

“herself from the rains. But through the raw and broken trees she could see the valley, faint beneath a gelatinous fog.  She’s all but…

— Jason Gurley

“He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could…

— Catherine Anderson

“When she slowly straightened, the land was vast before her. The sun was setting down the river, casting a cold pink hue along the…

— Eowyn Ivey