With the slant light came the sibilant hush, the quiet tangible.

Dusty slant light from a gable window.

That night her sleep was deep, indeed, and she only wakened when the slant light of the sun struck across her eyes.

The light of the day was nearly done; the moon was barely up, and all things were ghostly and unreal in that slant light.

Purpling shadows, palpable sabling mournful ghost-forms, folded and wrapped the Ridge with here and there shafts of slant light, yellow as bars of gold.

The clouds had parted-theslanting light fell mellow over the hills.

She looked at me, squinting her eyes against the slanting light.

Under the slanting light, Carson was a place where nothing could ever go wrong.

The faint draft of the door opening sent motes spiraling through the slanting light.

I stroll through the cemetery that gutters like jewelry in the last, slanting light.

Dust motes danced and settled in the slanting light.

In the slanting light through the barn door, he wheeled out the hoops of face.

There he is, sliding down on the slanting light!

Through the openwork beams of the ceiling I saw the slanting light of very late afternoon.

A light came in at a window, a long, slanting light that played over the stones.

Lynx stood shading his eyes against the slanting light as she stared down at the harbor.