Rune Weaver
Growing from a spot where stones had broken away long ago, the tree had no leaves and was horrendously gnarled, but it could serve her needs. she came up and placed a hand on the trunk, then frowned. the bark felt like stone.
Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 6 - Blades
His gnarled old fingers moved with long forgotten dexterity as he kneaded the dough, flattening it and rolling it out, and tossing it into a metal plate.
Chronicles of Nahia - Part 2
He turned, to be confronted by a scrawny, bookish looking old goat, his back hunched and his gnarled hand gripping a sheaf of parchments to his chest as though they were gold. "i... we... need tae purchase a bit o' seed, is all.
The Doctors of Doom, Part One
The further they proceeded the less leaves there were on the trees, and the larger, more deformed, gnarled and twisted they became.
Home Again
She looked over the clearing and saw the curve of the old, gnarled tree on which they'd planted the few boards to provide a flat platform. she took another step and put her hand on it.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 17
There in the center of this platform, shearing through the stones and jutting them aside, rose a thick section of root from some tree surely ancient by the size of the thing, fat and gnarled, smoothed to a tabletop surface with the bared heartwood stained
Shadow and Troy Pt. 4: Past and Future
They gazed at a gnarled, blackened old tree that despite appearing to have been through a fire and maybe more than a few lightning strikes, still bore some valiantly struggling needles on a few of its branches.
All Things Quiet And Sweet 16 - Now Accept It
Soon the creature's hands began to glow with fire, flames licking across its horribly gnarled fingers before raising them towards the raptor.
To be an Assassin 2
Then the ha'trin stopped and bent down next to an old gnarled tree. he groped through the leaves for a moment before finding a handle and jerking up a small wooden door.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 29
He said, pointing a gnarled finger at her face. strands of bloody fur clung to his tacky claws. "you're the horn-blower!" kiana retreated, knowing it was already too late, knowing there was no way she could possibly outrun a wolf.
Chronicles of Nahia - Prologue & Part 1
Its massive, gnarled trunk split into a multitude of branches, which arced overhead so far that they formed a protective dome, within which the air was crisp, sweet and earthy.
Forgotten: Registration
The elemental was drifting off, stony head resting upon its gnarled claw. it was very large and bulky, wearing no armor to show off its grassy and flowery hide and earthy frame. behind them and not on a throne at all was a peculiar elemental.