From the carved stone lip of the fountain, she took up three stone cups.

And all the while, the stone lips of Apollo atop his shrine kept on smiling faintly.

The stone lip of the well was eaten away by the ropes which had rubbed over it for generations and generations.

Now he sat on the stone lip of the dam, squinting into the shafts of light.

Saying nothing, she turned it over, set it on the stone lip of the lowest pool, and walked to the other end of the garden.

The stone lips of the statue moved.

Even worse, water continued to pour over the stone lip and began to rise among the cave pearls.

Blood bubbled out from beneath him, flowed over the stone lip and clouded the water below.

It had to be a trick of the light: the smile on the stone lips seemed to have broadened.

There was a stone lip, an edge: beyond the edge, void.