witch-fire

Then ahead a faint witch-fire gleam tinged the abysmal blackness.

Wings in the Night Howard, Robert E. 2006

As he approached the Ring, he saw an eery glow within, so that the gaunt stones stood etched like the ribs of a skeleton in which a witch-fire burns.

Wings in the Night Howard, Robert E. 2006

"But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil, and shines like witch-fire as it glides through the trees?" gasped Balthus, mopping the sweat from his pale face.

The Conquering Sword Of Conan Howard, Robert E. 2005

Under the witch-fire glow the intruders moved like specters.

The Conquering Sword of Conan Howard, Robert E. 2005

"But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil, and shines like witch-fire as it glides through the trees?" gasped Balthus, mopping the sweat from his pale face.

The Conquering Sword of Conan Howard, Robert E. 2005

Under the witch-fire glow the intruders moved like specters.

The Conquering Sword Of Conan Howard, Robert E. 2005

She ran as for her life, and though he strained every nerve and thew, until his temples were like to burst and the snow swam red to his gaze, she drew away from him, dwindling in the witch-fire of the skies, until she was a figure no bigger than a child, then a dancing white flame on the snow, then a dim blur in the distance.

The Coming of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

Then all was swept away by the crimson tide that rode madly in Conan's soul, as he crushed fiercely in his iron arms the slim white body that shimmered like a witch-fire of madness before him.

The Coming Of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

She ran as for her life, and though he strained every nerve and thew, until his temples were like to burst and the snow swam red to his gaze, she drew away from him, dwindling in the witch-fire of the skies, until she was a figure no bigger than a child, then a dancing white flame on the snow, then a dim blur in the distance.

The Coming Of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

Then all was swept away by the crimson tide that rode madly in Conan's soul, as he crushed fiercely in his iron arms the slim white body that shimmered like a witch-fire of madness before him.

The Coming of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003