Her arms wove graceful patterns as her body undulated before him.

Nearer the wall, a sorcerer rose up, arms weaving a spell.

Silvery arms weaved above him, leaving grey trails of shadow behind, and he thought he saw wires spinning over his chest.

Her arms wove themselves around his neck, her fingers pulling his head down to met hers.

Over his head, the girl's arms wove and wove.

Her long, graceful arms wove a pattern about her.

The man's body bucked as if he'd been struck a physical blow; his arms wove in strange jerky motions in front of him.

But the arms are weaving necks, and the puppets are real heads, flat and brainless, with wide flexible lips.

Her feet seemed almost to flicker in the intricate steps of her dance, and her arms wove patterns in the air.

To keep himself steady, he put his arm around Banks's shoulder and the two of them weaved across the market square.