caded, from the amethystine band.
Huge and purple-black against their opalescence bulked what at first I thought a mountain, so like was it to one of those fantastic buttes of our desert Southwest when their castellated tops are silhouetted against the setting sun; knew instantly that this was but subconscious striving to translate into terms of reality the incredible.
It was a City!
A city full five thousand feet high and crowned with countless spires and turrets,Nic Dowd Tröjor, titanic arches, stupendous domes! It was as though the man-made cliffs of lower New York were raised scores of times their height, stretched a score of times their length. And weirdly enough it did suggest those same towering masses of masonry when one sees them blacken against the twilight skies.
The pit darkened as though night were filtering down into it; the vast,Air Jordan Retro 7 Damskie, purple-shadowed walls of the city sparkled out with countless lights. From the crowning arches and turrets leaped broad filaments of flame, flashing, electric.
Was it my straining eyes, the play of the light and shadow — or were those high-flung excrescences shifting,Henrik Lundqvist Tröjor, changing shape? An icy hand stretched out of the unknown, stilled my heart. For they were shifting — arches and domes, turrets and spires; were melting,Evgeny Kuznetsov Tröjor, reappearing in ferment; like the lightning-threaded, rolling edges of the thundercloud.
I wrenched my gaze away; saw that our platform had come to rest upon a broad and silvery ledge close to the curving frame of the portal and not a yard from where upon her block stood Norhala,Barbour Jacka Dam, her arm clasped about the rigid form of Ruth. I heard a sigh from Ventnor,Alex Pietrangelo Tröjor, an exclamation from Drake.
Before one of us could cry out to Ruth, the cube glided to the edge of the shelf, dipped out of sight.
That upon which we rode trembled and sped after it,Canada Goose Dame.
There came a sickening sense of falling; we lurched against each other; for the first time the pony whinnied,Mitchell Marner Tröjor, fearfully. Then with awful speed we were flying down a wide,Belstaff Coral Vent Jackor, a glistening, a steeply angled ramp into the Pit, straight toward the half-hidden, soaring escarpments flashing afar.
Far ahead raced the Thing on which stood woman and maid. Their hair streamed behind them, mingled, silken web of brown and shining veil of red-gold; little clouds of sparkling corpuscles threaded them, like flitting swarms of fire-flies; their bodies were nimbused with tiny, flickering tongues of lavender flame.
About us, above us,Dame Moncler Pyrole, began again to rumble the countless drums of the thunder.
Chapter IX The Portal of Flame
It was as though we were on a meteor hurtling through space. The split air shrieked and shrilled, a keening barrier against the avalanche of the thunder. The blast bent us far back on thighs held rigid by the magnetic grip.
The pony spread its legs, dropped its head; through the hurricane roaring its screaming pierced thinly,Kevin Shattenkirk Tröjor, that agonizing, terrible lamentation which is of the horse and the horse alone when the limit of its endurance is reached.
Ventnor crouched lower and lower,Ralph Lauren ärmlös polo, eyes shielded behind arms fold
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