A poor lighterman, sir, one that hath had the honour sometimes to lay in the king’s beer there […]

Salt is a very favoured ingredient of spell-binding concoctions.

Nature's suffering under human translation wilful damage ferments the ponds that emerge as broody clouds desperate to sprinkle liquid stardust but their warmth now annexed from holy light on a life form so disassociated from its heaven[…]

The flares attracted the heat-seeking missiles.