She was now able to predict the winner of their rounds.
Without the light in front of him, his progress was brief pictures taken by the flashes from the sky.
He glanced around the penthouse decorated in dark colors with flashes of burgundy and brown, attention settling on the familiar skyline visible through the window.
She heard the beastly snarl and caught the blurred mass of darkness, punctuated only by two flashes of silver, as Rhyn flew by her.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
The group was silent and tense, the warriors flanking Evelyn eyeing Kiera as much as the distant flashes of light.
She added, Perhaps I'll find one of those clocks that just flashes lights!
Down the hall, the living room was lit up constantly with brilliant flashes of lightning.
It was dark, but the constant lightning flashes exposed a world of wildly waving branches.
It was raining, and in the brief flashes of lightning, she could see a tree down in the back yard.
Purple flashes appeared around them suddenly as his men appeared.
In reality, the policy of Francis, save for some flashes of sagacity, was irresolute and vacillating.
But if the fork has, say, rather greater frequency, the hole in the wheel comes round at the end of the two seconds before the bead has quite come into position, and the two flashes appear gradually to move back in the opposite way to the pendulum.
And hence also his style (which contemporaries called anglicized and modern), though it occasionally rises into liturgical beauty, and often flashes into vivid historical portraiture, is generally kept close to the harsh necessities of the few years in which he had to work for the future.
Although Borlaug and company encountered many obstacles, they pressed on, planting seed at night illuminated by flashes of artillery fire.
The gods must be proud, thought I, with such forked flashes to rout a poor unarmed fisherman.
Flashes of shot gleamed in the darkness.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."