The Sentinels circle of perversion

the story flowed onward; lasher was held fast, still enthralled. for with each twist of the tale came a new image to admire, a new twist to be beheld -- he fell headlong into the river imagery of what she wove. so much could be seen, and he never wished for this tale to stop. 

but pause the grey woman did again; he realized it was his turn to speak again, to lend his own words to this story, and for this he adored osprey. "an eagle, golden and fierce," he breathed, imagining the lifting-up of the spirit!