In every direction the great snow-capped peaks hemmed them in, peeping over each other's shoulders to the far horizon. So steep were the rocky banks on either side of them that the larch and the pine seemed to be suspended over their heads, and to need only a gust of wind to come hurtling down upon them.

Source: Tatoeba

The turbulent sands above our heads, the flinging of our swords... they're naught but falling stars in the night sky.

Source: Tatoeba