A giant of a man called Jawa moved forward in a crouch, then ducked behind a lump of ropy vines.

As the heavy growth thinned out, and we could see high stone structures in the distance, I stumbled over what I thought were ropy vines.

Past smoking stacks and vagrant ropy vines and patches of hopeful yellow flowers.

Some - the ones with the hanging, ropy vines - might be banyans.

Instead, long ropy vines curled out.

Deeper into the forest's gathering darkness the grass grew longer, plaiting itself into ropy vine like plants.

They descended delicately along the ropy, gummy vines.

The ropy vine descended a few more inches in response to her presence but she managed to scoot beneath it without touching it.

Chokes of ropy vines and leafy bushes clogged the path to both sides.

Gray-green moss hung in streamers from the trees, and ropy vines crawled up their trunks like thick-bodied serpents.