Ridgerunner Quotes

“An hour later, he was sitting upon his knapsack allowing himself the luxury of a modest fire. Tarp unfurled and ready for him to roll up in it, cover his head, and sleep. His legs were spread wide, and he held a long green branch to stir the edges of the fire, watching a ballet of small flames atop the logs, each pop of light roused by something inside the wood, now wavering, now seeming to slide to another spot, where it roused again. At first the sight was lovely to him. But then some instinct began to nag, an intimation that he was missing something. This was a tale told in light and blackened char, in twirling ribbons of smoke and steam, wordless and indifferent to human understanding, but a story nonetheless. A tree’s last breath as it burned, the exhalation of”
― Gil Adamson, Ridgerunner

“But like all wonders, natural or otherwise, it made your own life seem temporary, and it told you things about the passage of time you didn’t want to know.”
― Gil Adamson, Ridgerunner

“His breath was the only sound, and in that darkness it seemed too loud. Was he the only one breathing? He stood and listened hard. For days he had felt as if something was pacing along just behind him, some shy creature following his scent.”
― Gil Adamson, Ridgerunner