A vision, as it seemed to me, had risen at his side.

A vision of him, faceless, rose before her eyes and her belly revolted.

"All over the world the same thing must be going on," said I as a vision of strange happenings rose before me.

But the bird's vision was wavering, rising and falling.

In those moments an icy horror would stop my pulses while an appalling vision of dissolution rose before me.

In their place rose the primeval vision of a behemoth that had existed before any creature walked on two legs.

He closed his eyes suddenly as the vision of Ainna's body rose before him with the spray from the slapping waves.

The vision had been different--the tower unbroken but rising instead from fire.

But now, when the vision rose again in broad daylight, he wondered whether it was true-one of his precognitive flashes.

A vision rose in those ruby eyes.