The stars outside did not move, but hung there, still as watching eyes.

A single star hung beyond the high dark tower of the church.

The sky was clear and a million stars hung there.

A still, cold figure, with behind his shoulder the star hanging clear in the grey.

It was a bright star, hanging in the southern sky.

The last bright stars were hanging low in the sky when I came up to the water hole.

In the east a red star hung like a drop of wine over the desert.

In the sky hung endless stars, more than Rob had ever seen.

Stars hung over the black grass above them on the hill's crest.

The stars hung near in a dark red sky.