A single tower lay broken and creeper-tangled in the centre.

The glass battlements were shattered; towers lay in great shards.

It cleared and the tower lay in waste, thin smoke trailing up forlornly into the desert sky.

Behind this crumbled facade lay the dark tower of hopelessness built of Cyric's plans for her.

The tower lay outside the walls, on the other side of the summerfair.

The second tower lay almost directly in her path.

The fall of the tower had broken the planks, and the tower lay open like a shattered egg.

In the following years, the tower lay empty and derelict.

The tower lay across the ruins like an immense black worm, dead and still, strangely warm to the touch.

The bells had gone still after the first sounding; the entire tower lay wrapped in silence.