The Wood Beyond the World
But on the fifth morrow the ground rose but little, and at last, when he had been going wearily a long while, and now, hard on noontide, his thirst grieved him sorely, he came on a spring welling out from under a high rock, the water wherefrom trickled feebly away. So eager was he to drink, that at first he heeded nought else; but when his thirst was fully quenched his eyes caught sight of the stream which flowed from the well, and he gave a shout, for lo! it was running south.
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Review: The Wood Beyond the WorldUser Review - Andrew - Goodreads
Yes, I know William Morris was a vastly influential writer of fantasies. That being said, I've never had much tolerance for fantasies, and even less tolerance when the prose is written in a stilted ... Read full review
Review: The Wood Beyond the WorldUser Review - Matthew - Goodreads
William Morris is one of those craftsmen/artists/thinkers that intrigue and inspire me -- one of an old breed of mediaevalist who believed in mediaevalism and the romantic ideals of a pre-industrial ... Read full review