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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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - jennannej - LibraryThing
It takes a while to get into the flow of this book; it's written in an old English style. Kind of a strange book and I didn't always quite know where this book was going. By the end I really liked it. Perfect fantasy kind of ending. Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - antiquary - LibraryThing
This is on of William Morris's pioneering fantasies, or neo-medieval romances. While it is not my favorite of his tales(that is The Sundering Flood) it is an interesting precursor of the great 20th ... Read full review