Handsome landscape was above him and below him in the great cylinder.

Its great cylinder of a body swung and tilted.

She followed desperately with her eyes and saw it catch the sun beyond the great cylinder's shadow.

It was standing on its own, a great round cylinder extending down through the clouds, supported by no visible means.

Her other son takes two careful steps and stops abruptly, standing before what looks like a great black cylinder set on its side.

The nearer end of the great cylinder began to curve upward less than a mile away.

After a while the frame began to show signs of becoming a great cylinder.

A great black cylinder rose, and dust fell away with a soft rustle all around.

There were great cylinders and arcs making a semicircle around what she thought was the core.

Spiraling outward as the great cylinder turned around him.