and on that thin-mooned night, I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, the burning cherry of the cigarette washing her face in pale red light.
John GreenTags: imagery looking-for-alaska john-green
The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.
Dean KoontzTags: imagery personification chilling beautiful-writing
The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.
Mary StewartTags: lyrical imagery mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting street-lamps
The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTags: silence imagery bookshop description city boat
Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine seat and support; and whenever the May breeze blew, the pink blossoms tumbled down like snow, coming to rest in their hair and on their skirts. The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard.
Neil GaimanTags: imagery orchard sunlight pretty-words
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
Neil GaimanTags: night winter imagery pretty-words
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
Markus ZusakTags: imagery
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