On a table by the bedside is a solitary globe filled with restless, molten light.

While the moon spilled a path of molten light on dark waters, Talliarthe sailed lightly west.

When the last drop of molten light dropped behind the earth she looked at Becket.

An orange glow spread along the horizon, molten light against which the factory smokestacks stood in charcoal silhouette like the minarets of hell.

There was a quivering, a powerful terrifying swim of molten light.

A molten white light blazed where the sun met the water.

The sky giants, drops of molten light, were ranked across the heavens from zenith to horizon.

Across the molten light the ship edged, disappearing only by inches at a time into the darkness and shifting lights.

And above, the Platform appeared as a speck of molten light, quarter-illuminated by the sun above it.

The glowing, tumbling furnace of molten light thundered.