I stopped just short of stones hot enough to burn through my boots.

I walked down the silent street, the stones hot against my shoes.

One of the largest things is a hot stone that we call the sun.

In his right hand, he clenched a hot green stone.

Someone was cooking bread the old way, on hot stones.

She put a few hot stones back on to calm me down.

I followed his brown old back over the hot stones.

But the crowd discovered a hot stone under the metal.

Finally I moved away from the hot stone and turned off my energy field in order to conserve current.

Further enraged, they would take a big hot stone and place it on his back.