The desert night was cold and dark.
She turned away from the desert and crossed her arms.
A chill descended over the desert compound as the sun set.
The landing overlooked the parched desert surrounding the black fortress.
She trailed, stepping into the chilled desert night.
If you are in a desert dying of thirst, you value the first glass of water very highly, the second glass a bit less, and the 802nd not at all.
They were in the middle of the desert in New Mexico.
The moons hung well above the horizon, and the desert air was chilly enough for her to see her breath.
Standing in the desert sun, he couldn't help thinking she wasn't beyond his reach anymore.
The desert heat couldn't reach her private cloud.
The sun peeked over the desert horizon to the east.
But it would be hot as hell crossing the desert in Utah and Nevada.
The dry desert heat gave way to cool sea breeze, and a massive apple tree protected her from the sun overhead.
Beyond where the compound ended, she saw the tan sands of the desert punctuated by short, round shrubs It's called Traveling.
"I would rather live alone on a desert island than be a sailor on this ship," he said.
Were the Indians waiting in desert ahead?
His eyes traveled from the desert to the sky.
When assured she'd follow, he released her and marched on into the desert, away from the mountain.
Not that she was likely to see him again - especially out here in the desert, hundreds of miles from their little Texas ranch.
Apparently scrounging food off the desert wasn't nearly as easy as harnessing a team of mules.
Near the desert gateway between worlds, Darian found his rhythm.
Unfortunately, the southern routes ran into the desert, and the armies were too far to return in enough time to stave off any attack Memon planned in the next fortnight.
Darian watched the sky turn from dark to dawn, unconcerned with the chilly desert morning.
The long ordeal in the desert was over, but what waited for her now was uncertain.
They passed through two more doors before exiting into a cold desert night on the side of a mountain, overlooking the activity at the elevator's entrance.
The heat of the desert disappeared as he dropped through the portal to the immortal world.
Today, she had left, because the idea of eternity in the red desert with a creature incapable of caring for her was too much for her to bear.
The desert was flat, the rock formations and canyons plentiful.
He opened his eyes to find them off a dirt road in the high desert somewhere.
Even in the desert the heat had not been so oppressive... and one day it had reached over a hundred.
He looked around and found a familiar dirt trail that led to a large rock overlooking the desert he'd sat on earlier to watch the sunset.
The desert around him was quiet and the sky overhead clear.
The money she earned from each of the trips across the desert was devoted entirely to paying off the loan, but the money she earned working at the bank was set aside to purchase supplies until the ranch started paying for itself.
By the time she reached the wagon, the desert was bathed in moonlight.
The desert and lava fields behind them, they made good time.
I know we'll probably never learn the answer, but I still can't fathom what could have happened back in Boston to make Annie Quincy desert a comfortable life.
The Anasazi, "The Ancient Ones," as the present day Navajo call them, built cities and a society for 13 centuries before abandoning this high Sonoran desert, all before Columbus ever set sail.
The Frenchman had materialized from the desert on his bay.
Any thought she had of trying to make it here faded whenever she saw the desert or thought about how Darkyn manipulated her.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
The ground dropped out from under her, and she landed in the desert on her belly.
His power swelled, until dark clouds blocked the desert sun.
Han nodded, and Damian trotted into the 20,000-square-foot mansion in the middle of the Arizona desert he called home.
It sounded pretty, like the poof the desert dust made when the first drops of rain fell.
Two walked on once he reached the desert, and she trotted after him, looking back at the floodlit entrance to the elevator.
Halfway around, she dropped again, emerging back into the desert a few feet from the other portal.
Much as she enjoyed watching them eat crow for desert, she knew their shame would be forgotten by suppertime.
Within moments, they burst into the chilly desert night.