The hand that held the long sword glowed with a pale light.

The hand suddenly glowed an intense blue, a light that seemed to cascade down over his body to form a shield against the demon's power.

The hand glowed the white of a dead fish's belly in the artificial light.

Both hands glowed red, as did his eyes.

His hand glowed, then shone with an inner light.

He moved his hand and the cell waU glowed into transparence.

The hands on the alarm clock glowed in the dark and showed 2.45 a.m.

Those hands had glowed like molten gold, not long ago; now they were not even warm.

His hands glowed blue as he laid them on the white saurial's shoulders.

His hands glowed softly in the dim woods, and the cut grew less deep but did not close completely.