A single wicker torch burned fitfully in a holder.

Far off, in the distance, a white glare burned fitfully.

His torch burned fitfully on the ground, half a pace from his outstretched fingers.

A dim cresset burned fitfully, high overhead, making it somewhat easier to see.

Flames burned fitfully in the sheepskin garment, fanned by the wind.

A fire burned fitfully in the arched fireplace, and the only other light came from a single candle on the table before the fire.

Torches burned fitfully on walls; some had been extinguished by the wind.

A torch burned fitfully at an intersection where another street crossed the one upon which Sparhawk rode.

Within the small chamber a rush light burned fitfully.

The fire was only burning fitfully now, and the battlefield was almost dark.