His bright red hat; long, billowing red coat; and red ribbons tied to the ends of his wild, shaggy braided beard added a sinister cast amidst the swirling smoke.
Gloomy, swirling fog seemed to merge seamlessly with the gray water of the Narrows.
The wild, swirling downpour made it nearly impossible to find his way.
Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture.
Ammonia hydrogen sulfide, alkali halide mixing locally in those torn swirling clouds.
Magnetic contours wound spring-tight on the overlay; Rorschach was drawing all of Ben’s magnetosphere around itself like a bright swirling cloak, twisting it into a concentrated knot that grew and brightened and bulged outward…Like a torsion flare from an L-class dwarf, my commander had said once, but we should see anything big enough to generate that effect and the sky’s dark on that bearing.