Craneequinox

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

Twistermirror

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

Friendsavage

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. Lighterebony.

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.

One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.