Painting a Picture with Words

[Prof. Tarma Amelia Black]

Have you ever been fortunate enough to be reading (or listening to) a book and the words written, as you read, form into a picture with scents and sounds and you are there?!

I read this a little while ago -

The Twilight Quarter was so named because during the brightest hours of the day it barely stirred; it only came to life as the sun sank. Then doors were unlocked, windows opened; odd shops without names lit their lamps; people spilled into the streets. Smells of meat and onions sizzling on flames, freshly baked bread, kettles of hot soup mingled with the market scents of fruits and animals and exotic spices. Stalls as solitary as closed tents during the day rolled up a wall to show bolts of cloth, toys, tools, jewels. Jugglers tossed flames; fortune-tellers spread their bright scarves, their cards and crystals. Idlers threw dice and pitched knives; great puppets strode the streets on stilts, enacted stories for a coin. Oil lamps and torches cast an illusion of day. Light plunged too easily and without warning into shadows, where things disturbing in their vagueness might or not not happen.

from Od Magic by Patricia A. McKillip

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What have you read which wafted you, somehow magically, into another place -- maybe even another time?