The beaches are red or white sand, the sea is deep blue.

Whoever saw a beach of red sand, or a woman with a green face?

You go for miles without seeing a single tree or shrub, nothing but rock and red sand.

What if we find them still making a living somehow, under the red sands?

Around him now were the dull, red sands of another world.

Last week's announcement was the best evidence so far that it is still there, under the red sand.

Every grain of red sand was once a Hive member.

She put the heels of both hands against the red sand, digging them in to keep herself from pitching over.

The beach is made up of a soft, red sand.

Are there fossils to be dug out of that red sand?