Helen drove onward, with the roofs of low edge-of-town buildings flashing past on the left and the right.

The wall flashed once around its edges; the roof and floor of the Smallbay flashed in loops of flame where the laser caught them, and dozens of parked shuttles ahead of them pulsed with light and heat.

The unpainted galvanised roofs of the town flashed beneath them and they touched down heavily on the dusty strip.

Under one roof crouched, hummed, beeped, clicked, flashed and chattered the entire electronic miracle.

Out in the orchards, the roof of the cider house flashed to him; the flash was as small and as quick as the one glimpse of an eyetooth Grace Lynch had revealed-her mouth had parted only that much when she'd last looked at him.

The roof of the cider house flashed; then it stood dark and still.

The glittering roof flashed straight at his face.

The other buildings, lower on the hill, still lay in purplish shadow, except for the Temple of the God-Brothers across the way on a little knoll: its roof, newly gilt, flashed the day back in glory.

As T'bor and F'lar glided in over the Weyr compound, the roofs of the weyrholds and the bare black soil and rock of the dragonbeds flashed under them like a pattern through the leaves of the giant fellis and spongewood trees.

This is the eye-popping original, with the bright yellow parabolic arches piercing a raked roof, a gleaming facade of red and white tile, flashing neon trim, walk-up windows, lots of chrome, no inside seating.