Even so, I could make out the raw shapes of things, both dark and bright.

There was a scattering of brighter shapes along the bottom of the screen.

There, a mile and a half or two miles away, was a bright red shape.

The table was covered with a galaxy of bright, hard shapes.

Now, suddenly, a bright ghostly shape was forming in front of him.

I could pick out their bright elliptical shapes against Ruth's dark clothes.

One by one, the bright shapes moved into the shadow and were drowned.

The bright shape got to its feet and began to walk quietly away from the camp it had been guarding.

It grew rapidly, and after a few seconds was the tiny bright shape of a man.

The bright shape was coming down slowly now, and it looked as if Michael might catch it.