Crowds in clubs where golf is played

Usage examples of concourses.

The Pannions, however, after pushing through the passageways, found themselves in open concourses that became killing grounds as Grey Swords and Capanthall archers launched a withering crossfire from behind barricades blocking side streets, intersections and alley mouths.

Under the main concourses was a subterranean city where the support services operated, and the cast members changed into costumes and ate their lunches, and where he was able to get people and things from place to place quickly and unseen by the guests in the sunlight.

Water was filtered through that before it went into the fogging nozzles that lung in all the concourses and ramps to the stadium bowl itself.

And the people walking through the cooling fog in the concourses and ramps to the stadium bowl would breathe them in, and their body chemistry would break down the nano-capsules, allowing the Shiva strands to go to work .

Well, there were plenty of concessions in the concourses, and surely there'd be people circulating with Cokes and other cold drinks.

Traveling from ninety-five degrees to an apparent temperature of eighty or so was a pleasant sensation indeed, not unlike a shower, and the concourses were often crowded with people in the afternoons, escaping from the blazing sunshine.

The stadium concourses were crowded with fans coming in early for the closing ceremonies, and he saw that many of them were standing in the fog to relieve themselves from the oppressive heat of the day.

Lujan and five armoured warriors marched briskly through concourses gloomy with shadows to report back to the Acoma apartment.

Mara was not the only ruling noble to enter with more than the traditionally permitted honour guard — the aisles between seats and concourses were packed with armoured warriors, and the hall looked more like a marshalling yard than a chamber for deliberation.

I followed noiselessly through the center of the midway, not on either of the parallel concourses but through the rides and past the backs of game stands and refreshment shacks, past the Whip, between the Tip Top and the Whirlwind, observing him from concealment provided by now dormant gasoline-powered generators, trucks, and other equipment scattered the length of the grounds.

Responding to that message, they had come, but the promised feast of human misery had not been laid out for them, so they were wandering the concourses, trying to figure out what had happened, maybe even looking for the goblin I had murdered.

When the walls were breached the enemy would pour into the concourses and enter an enfilade.

Human-sized cubicles in the east wing, long concourses, sections that might have been waiting or storage areas, upper levels they hadn’t even gotten to.

I'd recognized the voice in the background as a recorded message that played outside the concourses at O'Hare airport.

There were several concourses, but I had to trust to luck—luck to guide me to the right one, and luck to get me there before Miss I-am-not-occupied Randall had the opportunity to pick up her employers and leave.