His hands were so skilled in their actions, and our boat so happy on the sea, from the mingled colors of the moonlight a color more efflorescent emerged, just as the dawn emerges at the end of the night from the sneezes of a dark-hearted night.

He was a real out-worlder, a wild man from one of the rough-and-tumble planets of the Zardalu Communion.

This belt is about 1,000 feet wide at the McConnell Mine, and ends a few hundred yards north of the Bluestone. […] It was worked about 30 years ago, and for a time supplied natural bluestone (chalcanthite) to the amalgamating mills ...

But the friend merely spoke of his friend; and since no two people in the world see eye to eye, the picture conveyed to Collinson was inaccurate.