Far below, a small, brown river snaked its way back into the folds of the hills.

From then on she said nothing to anyone and spent her days in silence, watching the brown river as it flowed behind.

And Azhrarn's daughter woke up, there in the house by the brown river shore.

And she looked with more than sight across the brown river, away toward the land's boundaries.

Every sluggish turn of the great brown river brought new scenes.

He walked over to the window and sipped his tea, staring out at the dirty brown river.

The tall man turned and gazed down at the brown river for a while.

Out on the great sliding brown river there was the only hint of breeze you could find anywhere.

The entire family heads to the banks of the rushing brown river.

We followed the narrow, winding road across a small, brown river.