The ghostly hands of a fitful wind played with her hair.

The long grass began to dip and rise like the waves of Gerfallon in the fitful wind.

The fog moved in again on the fitful wind, and the rider was taken from sight.

His mind, and other things, raced with him before the keening of a fitful wind.

Richard and Nicci walked through the center of town watched only by a fitful wind.

A voice called to him, his mother's voice, but distant, wavering across a fitful wind.

The sun beat down in unshielded whiteness, and fitful wind moved dust across the field.

A fitful wind blew without ever blowing the fog away.

When a fitful wind struck him full in the face, Tristan gagged.

She'd made her circle of rocks, the only thing that wouldn't blow away in this fitful wind.