The ship turned gracefully, angled its nose skyward, and began to accelerate.

On an oblique approach, the ship angled over the crater's rim.

The ship angled sharply off course, and inertia tore it apart.

The ship angled a bit farther away from Lookout.

Even as I watched, the ship angled toward land.

The approaching line was already little more than three or four hundred yards out, and its ships were angling steadily closer.

Then his ship peeled away and angled back around.

The ship angled toward an octagonal structure with a wide flat roof.

The great sallow green ship angled toward them, head-on against the black of space.

Their ship angled through jump-space along its calculated course.