"Come, then!" cried Defarge, in a resounding voice. "Patriots and friends, we are ready! The Bastille!"
With a roar that sounded as if all the breath in France had been shaped into the detested word, the living sea rose, wave on wave, depth on depth, and overflowed the city to that point. Alarm-bells ringing, drums beating, the sea raging and thundering on its new beach, the attack begun.
I really can't remember the last book I read where the imagery gave me goosebumps.
Buddy Read with Bookstooge, who looks like he might finish today! I'm going to make a push after the busy weekend, so i could come close. Be prepared for mass updates today!