Hard red sandstone, age-old, lay beneath his feet, the great canyon swept out to the left.

They were being slammed into a great canyon beneath.

It was the chief charm of the house, as it looked out at the great canyon.

Once Call and he had sat on the western edge of the great canyon, looking across the brown waterless distances to the west.

It must have been a sharp edge once, carved away from either side by the enormous, unknown knife that had carved the great canyon.

He was lying down, he knew that, but he was also standing, looking out across a great canyon.

And it spread up the great canyon of Broadway.

It looked now as though he were moving into a great canyon of clouds and the wind had dropped.

Then he began to climb the far wall of the great canyon.

A great canyon was in the process of ripping itself open in the ground some fifty kilometers from the Spire.