Jon Snow Book Art Novels & Stories

His eyes still wandered from the page to the man beside him. Jonah was totally absorbed. He had the knack of getting lost in his work, his whole being focused on the interaction of his eye, mind, and hand. He was not recording the grand, dramatic curve of the cove, as Clarkson had hoped. Otherwise, he was focused on a tiny, exquisite still life he'd set up on a flat stone: a piece of driftwood bleached to the shade of bone, one perfect spruce cone, and a corroded, old brass compass from the navigation station of the Aether.