At the bottom, a yellow light marked the entrance.

More lights ahead marked the tail of a military convoy.

Another twinkling light, this one in blue, marked the place and the direction to travel.

Ahead, on my left, frosty light marked the crematorium window.

A line of small orange lights in the bay led the party to it, and a larger external light above, showing green, marked its location.

Flashing red lights and a brief flurry of activity marked the change in status.

"The two lights mark ships not to be attacked," it said.

A faint pearly light marked the cracks around the metal.

The steady lights marked the rooms where Terence sat with people moving round him.

Cashel thought there was a sun overhead, but its light only marked a spot on the red sky.