Fallen Skies by Philippa Gregory
Stephen’s mouth was filling with mud, wet slurry pressed on his eyelids, slid into his nostrils like earthworms.
The Sisters of Arden on the Pilgrimage of Grace by Judith Arnopp
We run, heads down through the darkness, away from the cries of our dying friends and the sickening thud of their falling bodies.
The Velvet Turnshoe by Cassandra Clark
Black February in the year 1383: the rains started before Martinmas and swept throughout Europe bringing floods, murrain and the plague.