It went on and on, with the roots twisting and curling and getting bigger all the time.

In two instances, naked roots twisted down the spires, seeking additional dirt and sustenance.

Their fruits grew not upon the branch but on the main trunk, and their roots twisted and writhed together like mating pythons.

As its roots twisted forward, an ear-splitting creak echoed through the forest.

Their branches waved, their flowers nodded, and their roots twisted in the soil.

The trees of Angkor tower over the great temples, their roots twisting and crushing them in a grip more powerful than stone.

The roots twisted about on the surface for a few feet before disappearing underground.

Beyond was a roll of real country, with a white path sprawling across it, and the roots, boles, and branches of great gray trees writhing and twisting against the sky.

A tufted root twisted beneath his foot and threw him to one side, away from the blast of energy which came from behind.

Its roots twisted out of the ground, spraying dirt.