In a moment he was back, bringing the bald man and the cold, sharp scent of dark pines with him.

He fought off the memory, surrendering instead to the dark pines beyond the wall.

They turned their horses up the ridge, which was crowned with the dark pines.

His eyes sought the ridge where the dark pines were.

The pines so dark green they look black, the waves breaking against the brown rocks, it's like everything she could ever want.

Under the dark pines, shadows rustled to close on the echo of death.

Finally they collapsed, exhausted, in a small clearing among the dark pines.

She watched him curiously, then turned her head to look down the twisting road ahead, disappearing between the dark pines.

We were looking up a long white avenue between the dark pines.

The air was still between the dark pines, We were climbing at an angle of about sixty degrees.