[...What] they had mistakenly landed on in their fright and confusion, dark raspy voices could be heard, and as Bryn did his best at listening in, he could slightly overhear what was being discussed at the end of that chasmous tunnel.

There were radio towers ahead of us and high-tension lines picking up speed as they raced across the skyscraperless sky.

A really good game, to my mind, must have an element, however slight, of physical danger to the player. This is the great whet to skilled performance.

[…] since the Bohemian morel can be confused with the toxic elfin saddle (Gyromitra infula) or other undesirable fungi.