The light dropped, as if some immense shadow were passing over the sky.

The Eagle's light dropped, a flame swallowed by what fed it.

You'd turn the lights on and all the light would drop backward out of the room.

This light first made a great circle, then dropped slowly downward and suddenly was extinguished, leaving everything before them black as ink.

Before any of the Vodi could react, spluttering blue lights dropped among them.

His light dropped to the floor and went out.

Shine a lamp horizontally at a wall five meters away and the light would drop almost half that distance on the way there.

By the first exhalation, the light had dropped back to yellow.

Even lights winds, the 1993 study projected, would drop the death toll to about 700.

And then, as the light dropped in a golden curtain, the tray caught fire.