The boy's head craned forward, and his face came into the light.

He sat for a long time trying to hear some movement, his head craning forward in the darkness.

Gene shook his head and the others craned close to hear.

Emma was in the bubble behind him, her head craned back.

The head craned briefly into the air and slumped forward.

Every head craned towards the side gate of the courtyard.

Here the crowd was more or less hushed, heads craning to see and hear.

Her head craned this way and that in avid confusion.

He ended up with his head craned right back.

Nothing ever was slower than my head craning in.