At that she suddenly laughed outright, and clearly not at him, but at whatever thoughts his words had sparked in her mind.

A stray thought sparked across my mind: they should have let the girl go.

The thought of Bruja sparked a vague memory.

The thought of seeing Braydic sparked an immediate urge to begin.

The thought sparked an immediate suspicion in his mind.

Again his brain registered hazily that he should not allow this, but the thought did not spark any action.

As it did every time, the thought sparked white-hot rage.

But the thought of food sparked no feeling of hunger.

The thought sparked: He's dead, and her hand went to her heart.

As if one thought had suddenly sparked in a hundred tiny minds, every raven broke sharply in the same direction.