Behind him, across the stone floor, a door yawned darkly.

When the door would yawn wide and he'd see it again, lurking in the shadows.

For a moment the door yawned black in the castle wall.

The door behind him yawned open, light splashing through and pushing the edges of darkness away, although only a little.

Black with rust, the doors yawned open now, darkness beyond them.

The veil was gone and in its place the door to the shelter yawned wide.

She pushed the button to stop the elevator, and the doors yawned open reluctantly.

There was no reply, but the door of the stateroom yawned invitingly.

In a matter of seconds the doors yawned open.

He stabbed at the black sphere and the doors yawned.