Where we quote stuff from books we're reading, so here, from Marbury Lens by Andrew Smith
Something moved along the ground, a quiet vibration against the steel can beside my foot.
I felt it.
The water was good, the only pure and refreshing thing I'd run across since that first day in this place when I found Genry Hewitt's head staked to a wall.
Actually don't think I'll make it very far with this book, kind of got sucked in by the cover, like all steampunk covers, like Boneshaker, which I also didn't finish. Oh well. It's one thing to like the idea of a genre and another thing to really like it:) Happy Tuesday!