now *that* is writing

[winterbadger]

It was dusk when Nicholas reached the end of his journey. On his right the sky was tinged with the dying sunset above the black spine of the mountains. Before him, lamplit in snapdragon silks, was a city of tents, the hosts of its banners stiffened like hog-thorns. He could see the viper and eagle of Alessandro and Bosio Sforza; the cross and crescents in azure and gold of the papal banner, and above all, the eagle Federigo, Count of Urbino, the flag of its commander. On the hill, the tents of the enemy lay like embers, and the banner of Count Jacopo Piccinino could only be guessed at.

(From Chapter 35 of Dorothy Dunnett's Niccolo Rising)

Comments

[redactrice.livejournal.com]

Gotta reread that one of these days. Right now I'm busy reliving my youth by reading Fire from Heaven.

[winterbadger]

Her writing never gets old, too. I retread The King Must Die last year and loved it all over again.