Beyond them and east of the river was desert, stretching for miles.
A desert of orange sand stretched around them on all sides.
On all sides stretched desert, a sea of fine golden sand.
Beyond those, a desert stretched to the horizon, broken only by a scenic lake.
But a moment later he was standing beside Alvin with his back to the city and the desert stretching endlessly before him.
The endless desert of snow stretched away as far as he could see.
The desert stretched in all directions around it, empty and unresponsive.
The dusty desert of stone stretched away to the frighteningly close horizon no matter which way he looked.
The miles and the desert stretched on forever.
The desert stretched to the eastern horizon, dun and forbidding.