He looked into his glass, but it had no answer for him.

She put both into a clean glass and got about her work.

Strong words, coming from a woman who had once turned an entire valley into glass.

Goes down another hundred feet or so into a glass hill.

Why doesn't the light pass into the glass and reflect off the back?

He was right there in front of me when I stepped into the glass.

And had seen the way she'd stared into the glass.

"I can say that he did not turn a mountain into glass."

Whatever, the world is going to have a field day with both of us, if we avoid turning each other into glass.

And she did, with a steady hand into a small glass.