I could hear the glass ball smashing on the stone floor.
Soon he would no longer even want recordings of art on little glass balls.
His eyes were open, but they looked like big glass balls.
The little glass ball rolled first one way, then abruptly another.
"I have been seeing into the past with the glass ball," Daniel answered.
Why don't you just ask me to find a nice little glass ball somewhere and take up residence?
He bent over a clear glass ball and saw his own reflection.
He turned to Morgan with the glass ball raised in his hands.
The light appeared to be coming from some sort of glass ball.
Too busy watching what goes on in that glass ball to bother, he thought.
