and we turned onto a smaller road
paint – clouds –
The cart jolted; Quennel swore.
Come with us and you will see – this our town of Halloween
TL G-Wooster wrote:It wasn’t thick enough to sit comfortably astride, so very carefully, holding onto the beam that ran above my head to the spine of the roof, she stood up. “above my head” – first person.She leapt down back into the stall, knees bent, and pressed myself into the back right corner. They stared at her over the door. “pressed myself” – first person.
Lying on her back, the Raven could see the sky burning bright blue above, like a wide, smooth bowl turned upside down. It was as though she were inside the bowl, looking up at the carefully glazed base
The Raven rolled her eyes. ‘No, asen. I,’ – she pointed to herself – ‘a-am,’ – she spread her fingers wide – ‘flesh and blood.’ She gave a wide, exaggerated smile and blinked her eyes.
It was warm with a[s] tiny [/s] wind that whipped up strands of the carthorse’s mane and blew dust into their eyes, making Quennel curse loudly. Morley blinked and said nothing.
...making pictures of people and animals within themselves.
...the [s]everlasting[/s] blue of the sky.
They all leaped back at the same time as one, creating a very comic effect. ‘Wha’…’
Quennel pushed his face close to hers, the smell of beer leaving her a little dizzy.
‘Yes. I mean, no…’ ‘No what?’ ‘No, master.’
No. I mean, yes..Yes what?Yes master.
The other luggage included a leather trunk and a smaller crate containing two scrawny chickens who sat dispirited and silent, heads drooping.
carts and horses and coaches behind.
the dust too annoying,
The Raven nodded and sat down meekly. ‘Yes’m.’
under her brine-toughened soles
She leapt down back into the stall, knees bent, and pressed myself into the back right corner. They stared at her over the door.
He strode forward; the boys gulped, began to stammer excuses and I dropped down into a crouch on the floor.
Something Elven deep inside the Raven made her crack open one eyelid and stare upwards
The cart rattled from side to side, first over the cobblestones of Londlow’s streets, then onto the road that led out of the city [You need either 'and' here or a comma.] into the countryside. Houses changed to hedges, and they turned onto a smaller road, leaving the traffic of carts and horses and coaches behind. The way ran ahead, divided into three parts: dusty grey earth rubbed bare by cart wheels and a strip of untouched grass in the middle.
‘What’re we stopping for, Morley-sir?’ she asked, jumping stiffly down.
Morley opened one of the stalls at the end and led the Raven in.
The Raven sat in the back of the cart, the lead attached to her collar tied to a large heavy crate that held most of Quennel and Morley’s clothes and possessions.
The way ran ahead, divided into three parts: dusty grey earth rubbed bare by cart wheels and a strip of untouched grass in the middle.
It was as though she were inside the bowl, looking up at the carefully glazed base.
Quennel turned back, and, wriggling a little on the rough, jolting floor of the cart, the Raven went to sleep.
‘He says it’s all right, so long as it ain’t anything what’ll scare ’is ’orses.’
A half-buried memory floated to the surface of her mind; someone not so long ago, someone with long, kind hands and golden eyes and a seer’s mind…
The Raven blinked at him. ‘Me? I? Ow? Who?’
‘Did it…?’‘I thought…’
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