The high conifer forest became a wall, twice higher in the dark, sheet lightning flared like ghostfires, sharply and often, thunderless, the horses were flashing, sparks flying from their shoes against stones, owls shrieked like phantoms, and the nightjar was thrumming like a spinning wheel.
Den höga barrskogen syntes som en mur, dubbelt högre av mörkret, kornblixtar lyste som gasteld hastigt och ofta, utan dån, hästarna gnistrade och slogo eld med skorna emot stenarna, ugglorna skreko som gastar och nattskrävlan skärrade som en spånrock.ParaCrawl Corpus ParaCrawl Corpus