However, he received no answer, save the mocking echo of his own voice ringing back at him through the dark woodlands.

He looked across the woodland that surrounded the monastery, already dark and impenetrable.

In a short while brother and sister were plunging after the dogs into the dark woodland near their home.

Over the next 30 years, he frequently revisited the dark green woodlands of the historic plantation site that have since become a state preserve.

As they neared the dark woodland at the hill's brow, the sound of thrashing leaves drowned out any other.

Again a sick abhorrence of these dark mysterious woodlands almost overpowered him.

When he looked back she was emerging from the dark woodland in an olive-green dress.

Their beauty was nearly overpowering, yet there was nothing to fear in these soft, dark woodlands.

The sound of hoof- beats reverberated through the dark woodlands, now closer.

Halfway up the ramp trees closed in upon the track, and suddenly there was no castle, but only a dark woodland about them.