In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
Incredible use of language in this description in this whole passage. Evocative imagery. I can feel the drama building with every sentence. This facedown between Gandalf and the Nazgul played prominently in a similar showdown in my novel, The Quarter Storm. Writer goals.
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