As she thought, her light brightened and pushed back the darkness, farther than before, and the images in the picture glowed.

For one brief moment the image of Karitas glowed like fire, then it was gone.

Although it was completely dark, the image of Lana in his mind glowed, luminescent.

The image soon glowed red hot, and the smoke poured out so fast that it again formed clouds that darkened the sky.

She was standing by the blank pink wall in her dining room where her multiple image once glowed like neon lights.

The image glowed with red spots as if it had developed a bad case of acne.

The image of the warp tree glowed in front of her face glittering like an absurd firework.

The entire image glowed bright, as if with some inner brilliance, and Priscilla felt her throat tighten with that reflected love.

The image of them glowed now in his mind.