But each time the threads began to wind around him again he felt a renewed surge of energy.

Then other threads of white began just outside the landing-grid.

The thread began to diminish in width, falling behind them.

Pull gently on this one fact and the thread would begin, miraculously, to run free.

A tiny thread began to well up, the only sane reaction.

The thread thickened and began to form an intricate pattern.

As the novel draws to a close, the threads begin to come together.

The threads he held in his hands were only beginning to come together.

Now the threads of the captain's lower half began to grind.

The thread began with a question about how to sort a list of lines by their "last" word: