Northern lights

Usage examples of aurorae.

With no aurorae or other summer cues to launch male rut, none of this was likely to go anywhere, and right now the mood was light.

Soon she was dreaming of aurorae flickering like gauzy curtains above the white glaciers of home.

Half-dreaming, she let images glide through her mindof aurorae, streaming emerald and blue-gold sky curtains above the glaciers of home.

Later, when the aurorae were replaced in northern skies by autumn's placid constellations, those same gates were flung back for children to scamper through at will, running along the docks where bearded males unloaded mysterious cargoes, or played spellbinding games with clockwork disks.

But as the aurorae faded and Wengel Star waned, so too ebbed the hot blood in males.

Such houses provided one outlet for seamen who lacked invitations to clanholds when aurorae made their blood run hot.

Despite all the laws and codes and sanctuaries, despite the well-tended hospitality halls of the great clans, there were always troubles in coastal towns during high summer, when aurorae danced and bright Wengel Star called out the old beast in males.

But then, there was no accounting for the tastes of men, who grew increasingly finicky as Wengel Star receded and the aurorae died.

Even conservative clans like Lamatia tried to stimulate their male guests during winter, with drink and light shows designed to mimic summer's aurorae.

Colored panels cast clever imitations of aurorae against the walls below, while others glinted and flashed as gaudily as Wengel Star, when the sun's small, bitterly bright companion shone high in the summer sky.

Not only did this cause melting of the great ice sheets of Stratos, toppling all the stolid clans and opening the way for newer, hardier types, but in a stroke the inconvenient behavior patterns of men were solved, since now, by a miracle of the author's pen, the aurorae appeared in winter!

Take the incredible, world-wide aurorae of high summer, during the planet's closest approach past tiny, fierce Waenglen's Star.

At night, no aurorae blared, only sprinkled constellations, twinkling like mad above the restless jet stream.

It being summer when the Council finally voted permission to land, aurorae followed me downcurtains of electricity tapped into magnetic coils streaming off the red sun's dwarf companion.

Occasionally, the crystals made their way to ground in soft, predawn hazes, as unique a sign of winter as Wengel Star's flamboyant aurorae were to summer.