Whoever was coming up the stairs was running, and J. B. Wheeler never ran upstairs.
The houses and stairs ran from just below him down to Rim Street, along both sides of a zigzag line.
She gathered the folds of her negligee, ran manlike up the stairs.
The endless stair ran right up through it.
The stairs from Sarima's private apartment ran without railings down into the castle keep, hugging first one wall and then, after the corner, another.
Other stairs ran deeper into the rock, spiraling down black holes of stone into emptiness.
A stairs built of stone, with a bent and rusted guardrail leading from its top, ran down into the basement.
No stairs ran up to that throne.
"The stairs run to the top of the tower, but there are no landings, don't you know."
Firstly, because the stairs at Victor's Piece run up between the drawing room and the kitchen.
