He led her through a studded iron door into the twilit auditorium.
He had had enough of snow and ice, and the merciless cold of the twilit trail.
It looked squat, it was utterly dwarfed in the twilit vastness.
In that twilit chamber it was as if a man fought with a dream-monster in a nightmare.
“The sound is like a bell,” a far, fary chime in a twilit forest.
She stood ...