She was watching the fireflies that sparkled in the dusk of the vineyards in the valley below.
Behind her the fireflies were weaving in and out over the wheat.
Below, torches were shooting like fireflies out of the rock.
Lamps were flickering beneath the trees like a swarm of fireflies.
Catch one of the fireflies in your hat and examine it carefully.
These beautiful lights were caused by fireflies and fire-beetles.
Up and down the sides of the ravine flickered millions of fireflies.
And once more the lights from the far-off stars circled like fireflies.
Why our British fireflies are designated "glow-worms" is difficult to understand.
Fireflies aren't our only illusion in this wilderness, Cheveril.