Through the doorway...

These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr Bucket.

Kiki the parrot was annoyed

There was a village made of stone, driftwood and reed thatch, at the western edge of the world.

"Wah yah?"

"The future shudders, cracks, breaks, reforms."

Her very Royal Highness, the Princess Melodia, was throwing a tantrum.

"Speak, daughter. Unburden you heart and mind."

Marduk sweltered under ferocious heat as it neared the part of its long year known as the Days of No-Night, when its orbit around the white sun brought it between its primary and the red giant.

Whenever the moons were full, Dezral would walk the wildwoods and nothing, absolutely nothing, would stop him.

"You are a Fevani," Jad's father had told him.

A chill, vicious wind lashed across the dusty plain known as Dragonfrost, a vast basin of red sand and granite bordered by the Algon Mountain Ranges.

We were eight days out into Quar al Eyre, the Empty Quarter.

From beside Mallordan's wine stall Harret looked out across the red sand of the arena, where Dantarga was fighting his clown.

"Oh, Beshnau, so good of heart!"

A mist smothered the valley.

It was a dull autumn day and Jill Pole was crying behind the gym.

The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.