The light from the blazing ship sent shadows flickering across his face.

They switched back on again, and the sudden light sent the ghouls into disarray.

The moving light sent a dancing arc of brightness swinging over the posters.

Twenty minutes later the light sent three one eight four eleven, repeated, and the ship's brain ground out: P1, base twelve.

So the lights and Klaxons sent everyone into a panic.

But the red flashing light sent him immediately to the control board.

It was like an electronic race, where the lights sent the car back to the start of the simulated course.

To his side, through the glass and far away, lights burned deep in the forest and sent their reflections across the black lake.

When the sun rose the light sent lances of pain into his eyes.

These lights should send no light above 80 degrees from the nadir.