Soot-coated brick chimneys thrust like dirty fingers from heaps of blackened timbers.

A deadly thrust like that could not be parried in print.

But each musical ripple thrust like a knife into his heart.

Elsewhere the trunks of burned trees thrust like blackened spears into the sky.

That thrust like the haft of a spear into the heart of Fyfe's timberland.

The papers are rolled up and thrust like rows of little white dolls in the rack.

His face moved like malformed clay and two dark eyes had been thrust like chunks of pewter into the sockets.

Then he discovered that a huge splinter on one of the joists was thrust like a great barb into his coat.

Occasionally they have been unified and integrated by some unusual up- thrust like that of the Egyptian, the Chinese or the Roman civilizations.

A lone tree stood there, its dead limbs thrust like white arms through the brown foliage of the limbs that still lived.

Her lungs burned with the effort to draw enough air, and she felt each powerful thrust like a brand, a mark of ownership, a claiming.

Though they traded verbal sword thrusts like adversaries, it only seemed to draw them closer.

Too many tendrils for me to count lanced across the room and slammed into Francisca Garcia's belly, thrusting like knives.

"Another thrust like that, and I'll gallop off and leave you."

Or, to be precise, human above save for a pair of stubby horns thrusting like bronze-tipped beet-diggers in the bright mountain air.

My boat swirled into the narrow way between Herm and Jethou, where the water came up lunging and thrusting like great black jelly-fish.