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“Sleep for Ingvar crouched like a hunting cat but the leap was never taken”.

Oh, this resonates.

“Flurries of drizzle swirled through the trees like plastic bags in the wind and Ingvar hurried toward the buttress of rock that jutted from the slope”.

I speed read most of the time. And skim boring passages where I infer meaning but that’s about it.
This is a slow read I am savouring and rereading passages because it is so evocative. That’s how good it has been so far.

Wow.
I don’t often stop on page one & think this is some of the most wonderful prose I have ever read.
And reread it.
Doesn’t augur well. How are the other 314 pages going to top this?