Inside was what remained of them--two yellowed skulls, forehead to forehead as if in intimate conversation, a woman's faded red leather belt, a molder of clothes.

Behind the eyeholes of his yellowed skull Rattleshirt's stare was malignant, but he yielded grudgingly.

She walked quietly into my room and looked around at the incense burner and the yellowed skull and the close-drawn drapes.

The mutie looked about six feet tall and had long hair that clung to a yellowed skull in greasy clumps.

There was a skull at the top, yellowed and old.

When I looked down again, a yellowed skull lay at my feet, half-buried in the mud.

From one shelf, a yellowed skull stared out.

Sitting alone in a gloomy basement with a cowled man whose face was a yellowed skull was a little different.

They were old and yellowed human skulls, still hung with patches of dried and flaking flesh; but the thong they were strung on glistened a fresh sticky red, a rope of entrails.

Now, too, the sanctuary outcrop was only a short distance ahead; already its dome was visible, with the sun gleaming on it like some great, fleshless, yellowed skull in the middle distance.