Dark Edinburgh on Nostr: "Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the beam swung ...

"Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the beam swung close over their heads, lighting the tops of the beech trees that line the road, and splitting the bricks, smashing the windows, firing the window frames, and bringing down in crumbling ruin a portion of the gable of the house nearest the corner."
- The War of the Worlds, H. G. Wells