You will obey, or you will be given to the enemy and your rings will shine from their ugly faces.

Shield rims, bosses and rings shone with silvery brightness.

The ring on her finger in the dream had shone as well: deep red and masterful, like Mars.

The scabs of the brow piercings had fallen away, so the rings shone clean and bright; the earlobes were no longer swollen.

The three rings will shine on Yiktor our home world, and to that world we must go.

Gold bands adorned his muscular upper arms, and gaudy rings shone on every finger.

Now I knew why the ring still shone on my hand, metal chilly as my own cold finger.

They may well be back long before the third ring shines.

But my ring was shining on her finger.

Covenant's ring still shone like a beacon through the fabric of her shirt, lighting her way to survival.