The tree twisted and collapsed around the wound as though only pneumatic pressure had kept it upright.
The tree groaned and twisted away from him, the branches whipped above his head.
The trees twisted and their leaves blackened.
At the summit of the mountain, the boy saw a tree, gnarled, twisted by wind and lashing rain, old and sturdy.
There were a few scraggly patches of foliage on the rock walls, trees stunted and twisted into grotesque shapes.
The trees, brush, and vines of this jungle were like those trees twisted close about each other within the forests above the Rainbow Lake.
Just beyond the protected grounds of the Bedlams' domain, a tree curled and twisted, becoming a gnarled thing that soon cracked and died.
The trees were shuddering violently, twisting and bending apart.
The trees twisted upward from the dark floor of the jungle, seeking the light.
In the Thaw piece, which blends drawing and painting, trees twist with an almost pathological energy, and colors seethe along the horizon like flames.
