" Bright cobwebs hung suspended like little portcullises of light between the rotten tree stumps"

from "The Weed that Strings the Hagman's Bag" by Alan Bradley

"From over the shop doors, wrought iron signs, delicate as starched lace, indicate the wares to be found within...most of the signs are gilded; in the sunlight they shine like webs spun by fabulous spiders.

from "Borrower of the Night" by Elizabeth Peters

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