Once his own line had flown, and takeoff had resembled this.
The line flew in from the dark to fall on the deck.
A line of fire flew toward me, spattering off my staff.
And if the new line won't fly either, what will they do?
In just a few seconds, the lines flew past their station.
A line of sea birds flew a hand's distance above the calm water.
The line flew to the dragon, and whipped around the reptile's form.
A line of geese flew over in the dawn sky.
But the lines of birds really flew there.
Barely a line flies by that doesn't land with a wooden thud.
