From: By the Light Of The Moon by Dean Koontz
Rather than being combed by a single wind, the night was plaited with many breezes, each with an individual quality of whispery speech and a unique scent.
From: Fear Nothing also by Dean Koontz
The pine needles stitched and elaborate dark embroidery on a wondrous purple-blue, late-afternoon sky bright with mystery...
From: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
I sat like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly closed, I was shrined in double retirement.
From: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slyly down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hour and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards; as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there.
Anyone else got favourites?