So here he was, lighting his tiny little candles in what seemed these days to be a very dark city indeed.

The tiny candle dimmed and died, leaving them in the darkness.

It was lit by hundreds of tiny candles in glass chandeliers.

Even now their little group was only a tiny candle against the pressure of surrounding darkness.

In the light of one tiny candle Sahra looked more lovely than ever.

Inside she found a diamond ring sparkling like a tiny candle.

The young priest was sitting in the middle of the floor, hunched over a tiny candle.

Behind him she could see a tiny candle, open books.

One light, then several, then a whole line of them like tiny candles in a distant window.

Crossing to it, he lifted one of the tiny candles and returned to the lectern.