Not even a Pict could trail them over naked rock.
He didn't see anything near him except the naked rock which he was lying down on.
On the naked rock there was no hope for them.
We were like fruit trees growing from naked rock.
In other places the desert had been stripped to almost naked rock.
Through one of the windows, he could see a white mountain, a naked rock under the clear blue sky.
A ridge of naked rock gave him the chance to backtrack.
The black and naked rock crept out to a near horizon.
To the right and left he saw only naked rock disappearing into the gloom.
He laid the back of his hand against the naked rock, then pulled it quickly away.
