Sunlight sprayed through the window above, dancing myriad colors upon the pair Pale, sleek and statuesque, his lips appeared rouged as they prayed upon her blushed-bronze skin Crumpled, gauzy fire nearby caught his eye, the gown she wore on the previous eve, sparking a newly-wanton growl Her large, amber eyes glinted approval This was no magic borne of gods, the lady declared softly No; and thereby all the more wonderful, she hoped he would agree
Quarter Crazy Marathon 2021 – Q3
September 18, 2021 9am – 9pm
Prompt 9:
Grab a book. Turn it to either Chapter 18 or page 18.
Pick 9 words, using all in a poem.
From Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, a novel
By Suzanna Clarke
Chapter 18:
lady
window
anxiously
dancing
pale
previous
magic
wonderful
declared