The eerie red eyes of the demonic bird flashed, and it spread its wings, bringing up a bloody mist.
The woman in the oil painting is looking out the window, and the wild rose in her hand is especially stained with morning dew.
Darkness and evil lurk in the perennial ice and snow of the Sardinian Mountains.
Modesty walked out of the monster-infested city. This was the beginning of a legend and the end of a history.
