The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
The wood box was looking skimpy.
Concrete walls surrounded us and the door, the only opening was a massive solid wood hulk.
He glared at the ocean and strode up the beach littered with wood, boats, and cars, to the highway.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
Rusty hinges were still visible in the wood but no door barred the entrance nor could anything be seen beyond but utter blackness.
The only difference was the electricity powering lights in the heavy iron and wood chandeliers overhead and the intercom system installed into the walls beside each entrance.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
The door exploded open in flames, wood, and black fur.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
The dairy was warm, a fire burning brightly in the home made wood stove.
We've got plenty of wood, though, from the forest.
Katie started in the direction of the woman's voice. She stumbled over fallen, slick wood and brambles she couldn't see. Whatever magic that had cleared a path for her was gone. She struggled through the jungle before calling out, "Can you hear me? I can't see much. You'll have to say something, so I can find you."
The interior was marble and polished wood, dating back to a time when first generation craftsmen took pride in their workmanship.
The wood was split and stacked beside the house, waiting for winter.
She watched the Guardians gather wood in the eerie light of the bloody sun and start the funeral pyre for her father's body.
It was old and heavy, its covers made of wood smoothed by years of wear.
Carmen looked at Alex, who suddenly found the wood grain on the table interesting.
Taking a few steps back she gripped the ax half way down on the handle and slammed it down against the block of wood with a dull whack.
The patches of grass were splinters of wood, and where neither grass nor sawdust showed was a solid wooden flooring.
Coatings that keep wood buildings from burning.
After they had all been pressed together for many thousands of years, the wood grew very hard, like rock, and then it was all ready for people to burn.
Since the wood-cutters, and the railroad, and I myself have profaned Walden, perhaps the most attractive, if not the most beautiful, of all our lakes, the gem of the woods, is White Pond;--a poor name from its commonness, whether derived from the remarkable purity of its waters or the color of its sands.
The French had attacked the men collecting wood in the copse.