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Usage examples of eyrie.

As she went down to break her fast, Alayne was struck again by the stillness of the Eyrie.

Separated by three flights of stairs from his nurse, laid to rest each night under the pelt of a polar bear which the Basher had shot in Alaska, Quin had gone to bed in terror -yet even then he would not have changed his eyrie for the world.

At the start of that hot, thundery summer I leaned out of my window watching the world pass below, convinced that somebody somewhere would still need watercolours, gouaches and pencil sketches, and that I could produce them from my penthouse eyrie.

Den, hive, nest, nidus, eyrie, newlywed starter home: they build themselves a pallet on the floor.

I was, closing in on that eyrie, filled with the treasure of a thousand years of tribute and the sweat of miners in a dozen slaggy towns among the Rivals who laboured in the shafts for the gold.

The Archangel Alleluia sat in one of the locked, soundproofed music rooms that lined the lower level of the Eyrie, and wondered why this was always the setting when she received bad news.

The eagle had an eyrie home, The blithesome bird its quiet rest, But not the humblest spot on earth Was by the Son of God possessed.

Beyond them, the eyrie lifted off into the sky from massive cantilevered supports, like some vast premillennial rocket poised for launch.

I long for the rushing winds, the piled-up peaks, the great pines, the wild night noises, the poetry and the prose of the free, jolly life of my unrivalled eyrie.

Velora was a bustling, happy, cosmopolitan town nestled at the foot of the imposing Velo mountain from which the Eyrie had been carved.

So she left early the following morning and made the lazy, easy flight back to the Velo Mountains and their tireless, bustling heart, the Eyrie.

Birds of prey, winging from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese.

At the start of that hot, thundery summer I leaned out of my window watching the world pass below, convinced that somebody somewhere would still need watercolours, gouaches and pencil sketches, and that I could produce them from my penthouse eyrie.

I calmed down and hurried back to the horses, impatient to get the panniers and take them to the eyrie entrance behind the waterfall.

He was merely sweeping treasure out the eyrie entrance, like Roolie would sweep crumbs from a table with a forearm.