Above him the sky was brilliant with stars, while a thin sickle moon hung just above the faraway fortress.

Above the horizon, a just-risen sickle moon shone between the masts of a rotting ship I hoped I would never have to draw again.

Over the top of the hill, where the bootleggers sometimes tote pallets laden with liquor, a small sickle moon rises, casting further thin radiance on this nightmare.

So, to hold the inevitable at bay yet a little longer, he prowled the walls by night, in the light of a pale sickle moon, like an animal half-crazed with pain.

He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising.

A waning sickle moon low in the sky still gave enough light for him to make out the other man's face, if not clearly, and the brass-pommeled hilt of his sword slanting up past his shoulder.

From horizon to horizon spread an infinity of icy stars, and at the center of them hung a bright sickle moon as silver as steel.

After passing through three handsome gates with roofs like inverted sickle moons they entered a spacious courtyard crowded with people.

His face was round and cherubic with a full, sensual mouth and thick black eyebrows like inverted sickle moons.