“The road to the tombs skirted a field of shrivelled sunflowers. An army of nodding heads on stalks, bowed and blackened, awaiting harvest. There were no houses out this way... Here & there on a hilltop, a dead oak or cypress punctuated the empty sky where hungry crows perched low.... I had come to this remote corner of Italy to research Etruscan sites.“
#bookspin #gothic #NovelNovember #Tuscany #TuscanSun #FictioninItaly #Italy
#travelfiction
2 likes1 stack add