A bright finger of light swept along the road, passed over them and kept going.

His finger, still extended, swept around the room and stopped.

As her fingers swept his mouth, he began breathing again, ragged, irregular breaths.

Phantom fingers swept his lower spine: a pleasant oneirochronic effect.

Her fingers swept across the man's shoulders and traced the sharply defined lines of his chest.

His finger swept across the front of the gas stove, turning on every one of the jets.

When his fingers swept air, he tried again, cursing now, threatening, weeping.

Oates's fingers swept an imaginary dust speck off the desktop.

Rohde's fingers swept across the map to the west.

Three times her fingers swept across a gap in the complex, rocky blackness.