Once again the rock chiselled road ran on, to descend another long slope.
On several occasions the rocks ran far out into deep water and we were compelled to make a long round.
Along where the rocks ran into the sea, John stood looking out across the water.
The rock ran red with the creature's blood.
Big rocks ran in an upwards direction behind them, and jutted up all around them.
He reached for a rock and the watcher ran swiftly away.
The monastery is built on top of the underlying massive rock, and the rock runs through the lower floors.
The rocks ran like water where they came down, and there was formed a scarp-pebble enclave.
Even more key, has alternative rock simply run its course?