I looked down at the puddles where the last red light of sunset lay like blood.

A light, high tang of fuel lay on the air.

Not being mageborn, she felt very little, only a kind of warmth where the light lay under her fingers.

The blackness and the lights of the Hudson lay below.

Early-morning light lay heavy and golden on the street outside.

At once a soft light lay across the center of the bed, blurring into darkness.

The sun would soon be fully up, and the pale light of morning lay all about.

The light of the morning lay cold and clear over that well-known scene.

The first light of dawn lay over the valley.

The lights of the city and mountains lay beyond.