Over Nieuport there was a canopy of smoke, intensely black, but broken every moment by blue Glares of light as a shell burst and rent the blackness.
"The Soul of the War"
Philip Gibbs
Even so, getting to the car door illustrated the ordeal ahead; the snow was the damp, heavy stuff that packs and Glares.
"A Matter of Proportion"
Anne Walker
Look you how pale he Glares!
"Hand and Ring"
Anna Katharine Green