Jack London - White Fang

By SilverFocus1993

The dark spruce forest just sort of loomed on both sides of the frozen waterway. Most of the trees had been blown free of their frost, so they looked black and heavy, leaning toward each other in that last bit of fading light. Everything felt dead quiet—like the whole land was lifeless and not even really sad, just cold enough to mess with your head. There’s this weird sense of laughter in it too, but not like people laughing. More like something ancient and awful, cold and sure of itself, basically mocking how short life is. It makes me think of that wild, savage, frozen Northland feeling.