The castle rose in our vision like the ranges we had crossed.

No more than a hundred paces away, the castle rose out of the ground as though it had grown from the living rock.

The castle rose before her, both familiar and disturbingly strange.

The castle rose in sweeping lines to tower high into the bright blue winter sky.

I would estimate that you will have castles rising in about three weeks.

It received its name because it is said to look like a castle rising above the prairie.

A tower house rather than a sprawling castle, it rose vertically up toward the sky.

The city and the castle rose with the mountain, one lonely spike in an ocean of grazing land.

The castle rose in steep black angles out of black rock.

The castle rose above them, its high walls, and taller towers, forbidding.