He glanced at Fan, his eyes like small brown stones.

How could there be a brown stone inside my skull?

In its brown stone there was no door, only six high windows that seemed to watch them come.

It was easy to imagine these rough, brown stones crying out for more.

I sought the view, pressing myself against the brown stone.

She reached over and picked up one of the brown stones.

This was the first time she changed her medium to a dark brown synthetic stone.

He had soulless I eyes in a face of worn brown stone.

His eyes had gone brown stone, which meant that whatever anger he felt hadn't claimed him completely.

There are only a few dozen buildings, all of the same light brown stone.