Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Return to the Fragrant Mountain by Jonathan Louis Duckworth
With Moud she crosses arid wastes where the swirling sand blasts the feeling from her skin, scrub forests where the luminous sap that has dripped from the broken moon-pieces pools in fallen leaves, and fields of tall grass where snakes play their warning music by strumming the little harps strung between their fangs with their forked tongues.