The books were lying on the bed, where he had left them.

It may have been a book lying on its side.

He turned back one more time to the book lying on the desk in front of him.

The room was empty, the books lying on the table.

The book was lying open on the end of the work- bench.

Two books were lying on the table; also an automatic.

Funny how uncomfortable some people are when you leave a book lying around!

Not half an hour before he had been invited to sign his name in the book lying on the desk.

She was about to turn and leave when the light of her torch fell on a book lying by the bed.

My gaze drifted back to the book still lying by her side.