I inquired whether there was something wrong, and he showed me the dead angel.

That was the spire beside which the dead angel lay.

The supposedly dead angel groans and starts to move.

It was too busy digesting a dead angel it had noticed lying by its foot.

Inch by inch, the dead angel was sucked into the Being's corrupt flesh and absorbed.

But he lay there, like a dead angel, with his face turned from her, hardly breathing.

Although they were black-and-white, taken in conditions that were far from ideal, the body of the dead angel was clearly visible.

There were worse ones, when he lay like a dead angel before her, and only in his eyes there was a little life.

He flapped his wings once, hard, and rose upward; the gust of wind sent the dead angel's loose feathers blowing across the street.

All care, all suffering, all that was merely of the earth were cleansed away, and she looked as she lay, like a dead angel.

It was the exact look-orso she always said-ofher dead angel, when she denied him something, for the sake of his poor dear stomach.

Everyone regarded the dead angels with awe and some timidity.

Just another day on the Street of the Gods, then-untildead angels began dropping out of the night sky.

'Sir Alexander loved that dead angel too well, to place a woman of low degree in her place.

"There's got to be a dead angel around here," says Dee, lifting a concrete chunk and looking beneath it.