I’m having great fun learning to use style as a form of literary allusion, not just as a way of conversing with the gods (or perhaps hoping some of their greatness will rub off), and decidedly not as a quiz to test your memory or the breadth of your reading, but as way to add thematic richness to the text. Here’s a short example from Corvus. Take a shot at identifying its antecedent, though you’ll need to read my novel, I reckon, to understand the full import of such borrowing:
The limbs above her creaked in a gust of wind, splattering her with loosened snow. By the time she brushed herself off, Zach had halted by a tombstone. She watched as he cleared the top of the rectangular slab. Watched as he traced his gloved fingers along what must be a carved epitaph. Watched as he pulled off her elastic, tipped back his head, and held his arms out cruciform, an angular scarecrow in a scrim of skirling snow. The headstones like godswept windrows the cold and dead of a winter dusk. His hair blowing wildly. A landscape empty of colour, empty of days; deathwrought.