The stones themselves seemed to have been chiseled apart by age.

The stone under the bluff seemed to shift even before she finished the first verse.

Every stone in the wall seemed to leap up past her, brightly lit.

The black and white stones seemed to be moving by themselves.

And yet the very paving stones seemed to drip with blood.

Every brick and stone in the place seemed to have an echo of its own for the thunder.

The two experts did agree that the stone seemed to be a hoax.

The only stone I hadn't moved seemed to be against my hip.

The stones still seemed to increase in size and number.

At last one stone seemed to call for her, and she drew it from the pouch.