He raised it high and the light of the burning tar flamed across the polished blue steel.

A fierce light flamed in his eyes and he flung his hands upward.

Being old, he could remember a world in which dyes and lights flamed with scarlet and vermilion.

The soft, romantic light from the Wurlitzer flamed brighter, stung his eyes, yet did not drive back the night.

But a stubborn light still flamed in his eyes.

At the same moment, lights on the ceiling flamed on.

The northern lights flamed unnoticed behind them as the pale halo of the invisible sun slowly brightened to its maximum.

The blue light coldly flamed from the jewel and down the blade, but as the Seven watched, it grew dimmer.

A fiery bluish-white light had suddenly flamed into view.

Silence, and above them the northern lights flamed and flared.