She saw everyone she knew on those blinding white steps and for a moment everything was clearer than it had ever been.

Blood was running down the white steps in tiny rivulets of scarlet.

She walked up the wide, white steps and gently pushed it open.

As Midnight watched, the stairway changed from amber and pearl into a set of white steps.

He could see nothing below but white steps.

The white steps were as shiny and new as if this afternoon had never happened.

At the bottom of the wide, white steps two strange beasts were wait- ing.

Every one seems to be scrubbing their white steps.

The sight of these white steps on the hillside stirred a vague memory.

There was a short flight of white steps ahead, the top resting against the sphere.