"In a dream...Smell the wind."
"Smell, the wind?"
"Child, smell it. It comes, can you not tell?"
"It?" (p. 13)
Nice to learn that there is a wind called Smell. Also pleasing to note that this "child" is to smell, it, Smell, the wind. It comes, can you not tell?
This may be, as a female friend of mine once put it, something that makes Terry Goodkind look like a literary genius. How many of you are now eagerly awaiting the review of this Stanek novel?