A shaft of darkness seemed to project itself into the living room.

The shaft seemed to be about ten feet square.

A shaft of light seemed to be coming from the roof.

The shaft of the ship seemed to go on forever.

This time the normally swift shaft seemed to carry them all too slowly toward their goal.

The shaft seemed to extend much farther down than up.

Its single shaft seemed to pine like a lover for the touch of two proud horses.

The lethal shafts seemed to float above him as he fell.

His shaft seemed to thicken as she went, as if it knew the end of its wait was near.

But while the word passed his lips that shaft seemed to recover itself, as though by magic, and again rushed on.