Moonlight blazed ahead, silver shafts shining through the breaks in overhead branches.

The lightsaber's silver shaft scythed through his middle and dropped him in two parts to the ground.

It's a working mine, and not as interesting as the old gold and silver shafts.

First, where will we obtain this silver shaft, on such short notice?

But already the dazzling silver shaft of brilliance from the finger of the Light was moving swiftly across his body.

It blasted into the arm of the catapult, cracking the wood, the arrow's magical energy scorching a black hole as the silver shaft ripped through.

The room was dark save for a silver shaft of moonlight from the balcony window.

The silver shafts flashed through the air, arcing high and then dropping.

Here at his level, pale silver shafts of hght were streaming through some kind of opening in the wall to his left.

His snarl turned to a look of dull confusion as he stared at the silver shaft protruding from his chest.