This description is even worse than that Viking Warrior book that gets passed around Clarion West.
Break your brain by reading it.
A quote: Her hair had the sheen of the sea beneath an eclipsed moon. It was the color of a leopard’s tongue, of oiled mahogany. It was terra cotta, bay and chestnut. Her hair was a helmet, a hood, the cowl of the monk, magician, or cobra.
And it gets better (worse). It’s from a published book too.
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“Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon?”
What does that even mean?!
You mean you don’t GET IT? IT’S BRILLIANT.
Hand back that tiara. You’re not qualified!
I’m late to this game (and don’t really regret that), but I have seen the light!
“Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon”: this is written from the viewpoint of someone suffering from synaesthesia.
And now everything becomes clear…;-)