Gene Wolfe's Book of the New Sun, set in an entropic, bleak, run-down, used-up future where the sun itself is about to sputter out, is probably the best exemplar of this genre.
Down bleak corridors, sitting out on long, boring lawns, in the cafeterias, there are clones: people without hair.
The bleak undertaking wound down Wednesday after cadaver dogs helped with one last sweep of the ruins.
The old panhandler's route is a twisty one down bleak abandoned streets, ever narrower, darker, and more labyrinthine.
Between all the lengthy, uneventful drives down bleak highways, there are these rare, but unforgettable, little moments of heart-in-mouth excitement.
Between all the lengthy, uneventful drives down bleak motorways, there are these rare, but unforgettable, little moments of heart-in-mouth excitement.
But he spends most of his time in two bleak workrooms down the hall.
The arc of the novels also charts the rise of Ginger, who began as the runaway son of a Yorkshire miner, escaping poverty and a bleak future down the pits.
I was guided by the uniformed agents into a bleak institutional tower, down a hall, down a flight of stairs, down another hall, and into a poorly lit room.
But suddenly the high, bleak moors that looked down on her wherever she went in the city seemed to challenge her.
