The road was rising toward a bluff, and presently they were moving no faster than a walk.

The dark road had risen imperceptibly to the top of a hill.

The road to Kathera rose out of the gray capital and into the green world.

After a while Druss noted that the road was rising.

And as the road rises to meet you, the wind whips the back of your car.

The road rises to the center of the bridge.

The road rose over a little hill, then dipped down into a meadow.

The road rose again through a leafy tunnel of old oaks, then gave way to an open area.

The road rose up and up, as if it were going to go straight into the sky.

The road dipped a bit, and then rose over the hill.