Sybel stood still before him, like a slender pale flame in the dark.

Snap of the lighter and the pale flame in the sunny air.

He lit the first one now and led the way down into the dark, holding the pale flame up before him.

She looked down at her psychic form to see the pale flames rising.

The mouth breathing out pale flame, a word, a wish.

And sexual desire was a pale flame beside his passion to destroy, to protect himself.

Its branches looked as if it was illuminated by pale blue flames.

His helmet light was a pale flame after the blue glare of the tunnel end.

He watched me, Frome, the two pale flames in his eyes.

She glanced at the column, which showed pale flames close above it.