The sled was the only thing moving. Except for the commands Huck issued to Bright, there was no sound. While mushing, the silence was not so evident, but when they stopped to let Jass get his blood flowing, it descended and enveloped them. The country became bigger; they became smaller—insignificant beings in an enormous universe.
Your words are going to put readers right in the Yukon. I can hear the silence…actually feel its weight. And I can imagine the feeling associated with being a tiny speck in that world. I think I’m going to enjoy my vicarious travel to Alaska!
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Another (short) extract treat from RESOLUTION by Andrew Joyce ??