Maratse walked beside Innuina, twisting around the mountain until the path broadened and they could see two people waiting in the shadow of a large boulder on the side of the mountain. A wall of fog pushed in from the sea, teasing the coastline with long, cool fingers, digging into the beach and pulling the thick grey mass behind it. Icebergs tall enough to poke through the fog caught the sun’s rays like candlewicks, spreading the light into the ice below, glowing inside the fog. Maratse zipped his jacket to his neck and smiled as Innuina discovered an untapped burst of energy as she ran down the path, curling her arms around her daughter when they met.
from Arctic Rising
It’s amazing how you can pick the best quotes in such a immense amount of stories already written…
Thanks, Ana Catarina. But I must confess, the search function is my friend! I just have to pick a book with an iceberg on the cover! 🙂
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