Short Stories Online, Day Five
Sunday, February 25th, 2007 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranth'A Crowd of Bone', by Greer Gilman.
Speaking of authors who have that way with words, who draw me in so that I'm focussing on sound and rhythm (the meaning sneaks in by the back door) and who keep me fascinated with dialect and dialogue, etymology and mythology, winter darkness and stark northern fells ... Every time I read Gilman's work, I find something new: and find myself riffing on a phrase or a word or an image, as though it's some benign infection.
Speaking of authors who have that way with words, who draw me in so that I'm focussing on sound and rhythm (the meaning sneaks in by the back door) and who keep me fascinated with dialect and dialogue, etymology and mythology, winter darkness and stark northern fells ... Every time I read Gilman's work, I find something new: and find myself riffing on a phrase or a word or an image, as though it's some benign infection.
