A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.
EragonI thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.
Border of a Dream: Selected PoemsLike young fern shoots my child's fingers curled. I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.
Heaven's Net is WideThe worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
My Soul to SaveFive syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad.
The Last Olympian