There was nothing but mist to his left and behind him, but to his right, he made out two or three large, bulky shapes, standing upright. Making his way slowly across the lumpy ground, he found that they were stones. Remnants of one of those prehistoric sites that littered the ground in northern Britain. Only three of the big stones were still standing, but he could see a few more, fallen or pushed over, lying like bodies in the darkening fog. He paused to vomit, holding on to one of the stones. Christ, his head was like to split! And he had a terrible buzzing in his ears
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ A Leaf on the Wind of All ]
www.QuoteSweet.com