'Over the stream were more pastures rising to a steeper slope. Now that the sun was wheeling around to the south, these hills were dark, half in silhouette' from The Last Horizon
'Howard liked to walk the paths because of the high-up wind sound. He thought it was like the sound of a stormy sea, or like a perpetual waterfall in flood' From English Gothic
'In a gallery of greenish light under a huge un-coppiced willow that overhung the slow brown river, they had sat on a small bench looking out on the water' From Woven Gothic
'The older man stopped and stood in the strong wind that came from the west. His rotund figure was bent and his white hair was smudged sideways by its force' From the Last Horizon
'Beyond was sea all around and a tiny flat shelf of land. The sky was a reflection of the sea. Howard felt like he was walking along under a huge mirror' From Land's End
'She tried to remember the name for a tree spirit. What was the word? A dryad. But then she knew she was looking at a living human girl not a dryad' From Gothic Heart
'In long gold slanting sunlight of early afternoon, amongst stripes of snow, they first saw the church.' From Woven Gothic
'Then the rippled sand folded upward into a line of dunes. Coarse dark grass was combed back against the wind and sand was blowing in white veils like smoke over the ground' From Land's End
'Horatio was an odd man – so uncommunicative. He told stories of the Carpathians and strange stories of honey, but Howard knew little of Horatio’s daily life' From English Gothic