Second paragraph of third chapter:

Bread was a living thing: pleasant and true to itself. The warmth of the oven, open to release some heat, breathed on his cheeks, stirring the yeast-dusted air to life. It was the end of a brisk spring day, and his bakery in the western lowlands of Middren had made good coin.

One of the novels in the Astounding Award folder of this year’s Hugo packet. A secondary world fantasy with some interesting wrinkles – one of the protagonists has a prosthetic leg, another has a secret career as a baker. Gods and magic and stuff. It is enjoyable enough but I’m coming to the realisation that when I’m not really enjoying a fantasy like this, I should just put it aside. Anyway, you can get it here.