It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.
There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it
It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.
There is nothing so actively alive as the dead.
...his eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead planets escaping from Hell.