In the distance, the shining towers of a city gleamed.

The towers of Manhattan gleamed in sunset, the programming on their outer walls subtly keyed to the colors in the sky.

The castle's polished battlements and towers gleamed redly, reflecting the strange light The portcullis was down and the gates closed.

The crystalline tower gleamed above the berg cones, shining even in the dull gray daylight.

In the mountain foothills to the east of Nicopolis, ancient silvery towers built by this world's original inhabitants gleamed in the distance.

Its towers gleam blue.

Looking over his shoulder,(his tower gleamed, fronds dancing), he grinned.

The white tower was gleaming in the moonlight, looking as if it was shining with its own inner phosphorescence.

To the east the feathery towers of Cynia gleamed in the sky, seemed almost to float, too beautifully unreal to be solid.

Its outer walls were built of immense blocks of gray stone, while above the wall all the towers and battlements gleamed white.