She pulled herself up and blinked. The countryside looked just as it had when she had fallen asleep. Trees tossed and swayed in the same watery light. But in the near distance, there rose a cluster of tall towers, dozens of them on a small patch of ground, some standing apart, others in pairs, like twins, and the sky above the city that now appeared beyond them seemed to be impaled on their tops.
From Abigail, by the Hungarian writer Magda Szabo, set during World War Two, and which I very highly recommend. Though that may suggest a quite meditative book, centered as it is around things like the underground resistance to the state and its alliance with Germany, it wouldn’t be misleading to call it more of an adventure story in truth.
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