When quillion is used to bleed the magic from a wizard, it glows orange with the power of his gift, his Han.

Above it, the sky glowed orange and the snow falling from the sky melted into rain.

Lights twinkled upon the consoles and valves glowed dimly orange.

Its deeply furrowed bark glowed so orange in the afternoon sun that it seemed to have a slow-burning fire in its heart.

The few remaining clouds glowed orange and red.

The dark irises of his eyes glowed slightly orange.

The underside of the absurd mustache glowed orange and the dull gleam of his badge proclaimed him an honorable man.

The ruined highway rest stop glowed orange and golden from thousands upon thousands of points of firelight.

The flame of the candle glowed orange and red.

His fur, covered with blood and the mud from the ditch's sides and bottom, glowed orange no more.