“We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. “The wildlings are dead.” (George RR Martin, A Game of Thrones)
Today I’m five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the dark I’m changed to five, abracadabra. (Emma Donoghue, Room)
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. (Philip Pullman, Northern Lights)
It was another boring morning on the farm, a boring morning of being locked in the house while her dad chased river raptors again.
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