Outside, in the cool, flickering darkness, the free night lay waiting, and swallowed them.

The night lay heavy around them as they waited for dawn.

It was as though the hot night lay there out of breath.

The night lay above Titon, city of 12 million.

The night lay like a black pit below them.

The names ran through his mind that night as he lay in his bed.

I slept very little that night but lay awake, going over everything that had happened at the ball.

Suddenly the night laid its finger on their lips.

An ideal night for a momma turtle to crawl up and lay her eggs, I thought.