An epic is the easiest kind of picture to make badly.

till suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning-point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly, it did not seem of any use at the moment.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

One picture is worth a thousand words.

They played every possession hard. Both teams wanted it very badly.

Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light
through whom is splintered from a single White
to many hues, and endlessly combined
in living shapes that move from mind to mind.