Tonight, however, this place held a strange aura of foreboding.
Fache’s presence was anything but welcoming, and the Louvre itself had an almost sepulchral aura at this hour.
Although it no longer spoke to him, he felt a comforting aura in its presence.
Sophie had been remarkably poised all evening, but now, for the first time, Langdon saw the aura of composure beginning to crack.
Outside, the dawn was coming fast, its crimson aura gathering off the starboard.
Today, the rain and darkness gave this massive hollow a wraithlike aura… more like that of the crypt it truly was.
Night was falling now, and the house exuded a warm and inviting aura.
Moreover, the artist’s eerie eccentricities projected an admittedly demonic aura: Da Vinci exhumed corpses to study human anatomy; he kept mysterious journals in illegible reverse handwriting; he believed he possessed the alchemic power to turn lead into gold and even cheat God by creating an elixir to postpone death; and his inventions included horrific, never-before-imagined weapons of war and torture.
The bloody star, centered on Saunière’s navel, gave his corpse a distinctly ghoulish aura.