No clouds marred the serenity of the pale, peaceful light from an almost full moon.
Only one cloud marred an otherwise dazzling horizon: Brickman.
Only a few clouds marred a beautiful blue sky, and they were white and fluffy, not the sort to carry snow.
Only one small cloud marred Winter Kay's horizon.
No cloud marred the sky, but the manacles that bound her wrists split apart as if struck by lightning and fell, ringing, to the ground.
Not a cloud marred the blood-red sun, yet there were clouds of a sort.
No cloud marred the azure sky.
Only a few distant clouds marred the crystal clarity of the late afternoon sky.
No clouds marred the skies.
Not a cloud marred the sky.
