Last week I started reading C. S Lewis' The Great Divorce and was impressed with the vivid images of his writing in the first chapter. Here are some examples:
Time seemed to have paused on that dismal moment when only a few shops have lit up and it is not yet dark enough for their windows to look cheering.
However far I went I found only dingy lodging houses, small tobacconists, hoardings from which posters hung in rags, windowless warehouses, good stations without trains, and bookshops of the sort that sell The Works of Aristotle. [That last bit is what I like. The image made me laugh.]
It was a wonderful vehicle, blazing with golden light, heraldically coloured. The Driver himself seemed full of light and he used only one hand to drive with. [Again, that last detail is the impressively vivid one.]