“ARCH” in italiano

The next arch was a great throne room, grand beyond imagining.

The last arch shimmered into the black abyss, into the all-devouring void that was Xibaiya, land of the dead.

Instead, its arch was upside-down, bursting from the clouds down toward the ground and back up again.

The next arch shimmered like the first when he touched it.

Hefted Gwyn higher and winced, but managed to hobble through the arch.

The terraces dumped him onto another arch back across the chasm.

A deep arch had been cut directly into the rock.

Riddled with the things, and all blank and just for decoration and not leading anywhere except in the stories people whispered when sometimes one of them suddenly changed and there was another world on the other side and you could walk right through into a different land, except no one ever came back because as soon as you crossed through the arch snapped closed behind you.

He let the arch go and the gateway shimmered and vanished.

Ellany exited via a new arch whose stonework had yet to be stained black by Karsa City’s smogs.

The wagon’s wheels bumped over rails, and it went under an ornately curled cast iron arch which had a huge glimmer lantern at its centre, burning in the middle of the day.