Without further ado, my snippet for this Sunday: the opening to WW, bk 1, which is undergoing serious rewriting.
Srila awoke whimpering. Since becoming an iasree, she began every day in agony, so the pain was not what made her heart accelerate in alarm. No, something else held her motionless in bed as she vainly tried to quiet her breathing: Silence.
A jungle was never quiet. Unless it feared.