Mawyndulë had stood at the same vantage point as the artist. He’d seen the view, and the pinnacle didn’t look anything like the picture. There were no bright oranges and deep purples, no gold ridges on the slopes. And while the mountain was large and impressive, it wasn’t that big. Not to mention, the clouds didn’t swirl so dramatically. Everything was embellished for effect. The lurid colors and exaggerated size cheapened the truth, replacing grandeur with garishness.

-- Age of Swords, Michael J. Sullivan