“A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.”
“Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb”
“The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.”
“...remember the metallic sound and taste of all of it. And the outrage.”
“I rolled my eyes. He made me sound like a cunning criminal about to bring down the entire covenant.”
“Somewhere high overhead on the other side of the freighter, metal ground against metal making a sound like angry mechanical whales fucking.”