I just started reading Kathryn Davis' The Thin Place, and, oh, the language!

There is probably nothing more beautiful and implausable than the world, nothing that makes less sense, the gray bud of the willow, silky and soft, the silk-white throat of the cobra, the wish of nature or humans to subsume all living matter in fire, and flood. I will hurt you, hurt you, hurt you, says the world, and then a meadow arches its back and golden pollen sprays forth.