Daniel sat as though he had been turned to stone, deep lines carved into his brow.

They appeared to be nothing but notches and lines carved at irregular intervals.

His mouth was pressed tight, the habitual lines carved deep from nose to chin.

There were long, parallel lines carved into the floor and walls all around him.

Slowly the lines of a massive building carved out of living stone became visible.

There were deep lines of sorrow and espair carved around his mouth and eyes.

I stared at the names of my closest relatives, clean lines carved in cold stone.

Three sinuous lines carved deep in the stone ran down each upright from top to bottom.

The cleric's wide eyes were soft with concern, although lines of weariness had carved themselves into his face.

She drew me back down, tracing the lines of a sigil carved into my skin.