It was in a blasted forest of long-dead trees that Garion encountered another wolf.

He recalled the screech owl that used to live in a long-dead tree.

The liquor seeping in obscene drips along the warped surfaces of some long-dead tree.

The slope continued down another twenty feet, and right beside her was the slender and rotting stump of a long-dead tree.

Fallen branches and leaning trunks of long-dead trees littered the grounds.

The bleached skeletons of long-dead trees seemed to take on a ghostly glow in the fading light.

There were a couple of long-dead trees, and in the tile paving blank clay places that might once have been meant for flowerbeds.

As they neared the blackened skeleton of a long-dead tree, the lightning flashed and Wulfgar pulled his trick.

Ahead (and already around her) was a broken maze of long-dead trees.

Riverez followed her, and they went upslope at a scrambling run until the trunk of a long-dead tree covered them.