“STAR” in italiano

The word was a shooting star through Nesta as she and Bellius launched at each other, punching, kicking, dodging.

The face of the mannequin that had a star on its chest and a shield in hand was half-covered by a mask.

‘Even a movie star isn’t enough for the young now.

It began twenty-three years ago when a new star lit the sky above the Godspike at the exact end of the year.

The mood hadn’t been helped by a rare red star blasting across the sky one day—an ill omen, Nesta had heard the priestesses muttering.

But then, as he watched, a star winked out and winked back again, high above, and then another, and he knew that Crazy was right and he’d seen a dragon.

He watched a star explode, followed by a vision of a world full of the microscopic life that was first born to these lands.

It wouldn’t matter that Dylan was the son of a rock star.

Miles and miles and miles more passed under the storm-dark until Crazy suddenly stopped and pointed: up in the sky beneath the cloud a bright star was coming down.

It was veiled from sight beneath writhing shadows and the occasional passing star glinting in the darkness, but every now and then, a glimpse of a wing or a talon shone.

The Harp sat atop a large rendering of an eight-pointed star.