The fire was passed from brand to brand until all the torches glowed like stars in the night-dark grove.

The torches of the gate watch glowed before her.

Mice squeaked in the black corners as Clyde's electric torch glowed.

A single torch glowed smokily against the wall.

Darkness had fallen and the torches glowed anew before he spoke.

Yellow torches glowed on the top, reflecting in the lake.

Her torch burned and glowed, but there was no smoke.

Lanterns and torches now glowed aboard some of the pirate galleys.

Another torch glowed a moment later, revealing the wild hair and eyes of Lupaza, her good friend from the resistance days.

Their torches glowed like soft fluorescents in the foggy dark.