Above him, a black sphere hung in the sky.
A sphere of raging flames hung high in the air over the burning trees, spinning.
A dark sphere hung among the magnetic arch strands.
A glossy blue sphere hung beside them.
Other circles sprang up, criss-crossing the first until a sphere hung there.
Unmoved, the golden sphere hung steady, then its mighty intelligence spoke.
A smaller full sphere hung beyond the wider half.
The sphere hung still between the poles when Zak delicately raised the hoist.
The entire structure of the ship quivered, and Burl realized that the inner sphere which housed their air space was hanging free on its gymbals.
The golden sphere hung coruscating in the air, slowly eating away at the shadows Tammis had made.
