About him, a million stone eyes closed in disdain, and a green music died from his brain.

She turned those hard, flint stone eyes on Chris and me.

Then her stone eyes fixed on me, and the pale blue washcloth I held.

But it was still there-staring out of blank stone eyes.

The carved dog-things opened their stone eyes and looked at her.

I found myself whispering, gazing up at the bulbous stone eyes.

The big stone eyes were blank, looking straight up.

It no longer has stone eyes, but live eyes that move.

As Rosie passed, his pupilless stone eyes rolled toward her.

They watched him feel round the staring stone eyes.