The little boy's foot hooked in something and he fell onto his knees between the cold rocks.

They were up there all right, but only cold rocks, too small to see.

More likely a cold rock, a few billion years from where it started.

As if it were all cold and bright rock.

The cold rock had the soothing effect of an ice pack.

He turned to face Tom, who sat with his spine against the cold rock, knees drawn.

I flung my hands out to grip the sides of the boat and felt cold rock instead.

Rick, too, pressed closer to the cold rock behind him.

Sitting on a cold rock in the dark is so much more fun than crawling into bed after a long day.

We were there on the day a cold rock became a star.