It was night, but the rocks beside me glowed, dim and bloody.

They dropped through a surprisingly sharp transition into a new realm, where the rock beyond the walls glowed of its own internal light.

In the distance glowed the bare rocks of the mountain ranges.

Across the water, at the middle of the bay, molten rock glowed in red and near-red and yellow.

It was round as a pearl and the smooth rock glowed silver grey in the sunlight.

The white rock of its vault glowed, and the great dome seemed to quiver on massive piers.

The rocks glowed with a fiercer light; pale tongues of flame licked up from them.

The rocks around the edge of the cave glowed red.

The rocks and ice flowers around his boots glowed as if under a microscope.

Hebron's sun set behind distant ridges and the rocks glowed as they gave up their heat.