“The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that hid among the leaves, green shadows shifting with the sunset breeze.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“The daylight faded slowly: distances collapsed and the world turned indigo and the wind blew cold enough to burn the skin on your face.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
