He came back up a long moment later with a black cylinder wrapped in paper that gun oil had turned transparent.

Two black cylinders on hot plumes of fire broke through the clouds.

The lieutenant commander pushed a black cylinder about the size of a lead pencil down the table.

A small black cylinder protruded from the top of his head.

Her other son takes two careful steps and stops abruptly, standing before what looks like a great black cylinder set on its side.

From a leather sheath on his side he pulled out three thin black cylinders.

My flight from that place is most easily explained: those black cylinders had been immediately aware of the clock.

He passed a flat black cylinder across to her.

The black cylinder was in his hand, ready to be hurled from close range.

A great black cylinder rose, and dust fell away with a soft rustle all around.