An image flashed, that of Damian chained to a wall.
An image of Darkyn appeared forefront before the images swirled and began to play a disjointed movie.
Sometimes a new word revived an image that some earlier experience had engraved on my brain.
A huge marble fireplace dominated the large family room, its image reflected on the shiny expanse of hardwood floor.
An image not of her own creation pushed itself into her mind.
She trailed her fingers over the first image chiseled into the stone: that of a man.
All I'm trying to do is sort out the real man from the image his wife created.
She didn't look forward to traveling alone into the valley where she'd last seen a sat image of what looked like a militia.
She focused hard on the image of Bianca and braced herself for Jonny's fiery touch.
Pierre repeated, and a mental image of his future activity in this direction rose in his mind.
Combing it up into a pony tail, she bound it and eyed her image critically in the mirror.
She couldn't dislodge the image of Jule from her mind.
Damian's attention lingered on the image on Rainy's screen.
Kris let out a surprised laugh at the image in his mind of Rhyn being sent packing like a misbehaving puppy.
She couldn't get the image of Darian and Claire out of her head.
He fought hard and fast, disturbed by an image of the woman with the piercing eyes being snapped up by a trap in the field.
A single image can end a war.
But at the very time he was expressing this conviction to himself, in another part of his mind her image rose in all its womanly beauty.
The image on his bicep was the same she wore around her neck.
Seeing her mirror image was a reminder that Deidre was created by a goddess with the sole intention of using and discarding the human she made.
He tried to formulate a non-accusatory question but the image of Billy Langstrom's crushed body kept getting in the way.
There were several portals, and she hesitated, focusing on the image of her apartment.
The image of baby Rhyn and Kris.s words distracted her as she hurried through the hall back to the stairs.
One bore the same image of a man, the second of the woman.
She stood before her favorite, an image of A'Ran the way she remembered him from the day they'd first met.
She thought of the image she'd seen so long ago when she met A'Ran, the vision of them walking together on the dead planet.
A moment later, a thin figure entered the room. The last of the shapeshifters created, this one was a mirror image of the mad scientist, Ully.
The image of her smile and his memory of the way he felt when he was with her remained fixed in his mind.
Jenn stared, the image of her lifeless daughter falling into the chasm replaying over and over in her mind.
And if an image can end a war, a video can change the world.
Technically, what you saw was an image of the Bryce brothers.
The image of Taran crossed her mind, and she admired him more for his ability to survive such a place.
With the thought came an image of Jame, who told yearning tales of such a place he recalled from his youth.
Fred was in his finest form, the image of polite firmness.
No image appeared on the screen, and she began to wonder if A'Ran would respond, even to her.
Her face flamed hot as she saw the image from her vision: the two of them holding hands while gazing at each other adoringly and walking on the cracked planet.
It was packed with warriors facing a screen with A'Ran's calm, hard image displayed.
Heat flared within her body, and her imagination painted an image of the warrior before her without the clothing.
Shoddy apartments and an image in the mirror of a dirty toddler in a diaper.
Unsettled by the image of a cheerful demon on a spit, she flipped to the next illustration.
But demons do eat humans, she read, grimacing at the image of a cheerful man on a platter surrounded by demons.
The scribbling stopped with an image that left him irritated.