Now, eyes open, eyes shut—it was both the same—as black as the inside of a buried coffin on a moonless night.
The final nail in the coffin of their friendship left her feeling depressed.
The demons couldn.t get near Sasha so long as he had the coffin holding his father.
Technically, this was Sasha.s doing, for he had dragged the coffin out of the protected crypt and left the Immortals exposed.
He lugged the coffin through the portal into the shadow world and then paused to think.
He lugged the coffin to the new portal and shoved it through.
Was the nail in the coffin, no pun intended, Evelyn joked weakly.
The coffin was gone, but the mutilated body of his demoness mother remained on the far wall. Rhyn stood before it as he had less than a week before. This time, he felt something towards the decapitated creature: hatred. She'd made him what he was, a disaster no one could fix except for a dead human.
At Llanllaianau was found, in 1841, a stone coffin, holding a well-preserved skeleton of 71 ft.
The coffin was apparently of Aberdovey (Aberdyfi) limestone, much corroded.
At the funeral a brawl occurred between the soldiers and the priests, and the coffin having been made too short the body without the mitre was driven into it by main force and covered with an oil-cloth.
This to a certain extent is doubtless true, as in the case of the chapel of Santa Priscilla, where the altar or stone coffin of a martyr remains, with a small platform behind it for the priest or bishop to stand upon.
During the night of the 25th of May his body was conveyed from Hawarden to London and the coffin was placed on a bier in Westminster Hall.
On the 28th of May the coffin, preceded by the two Houses of Parliament and escorted by the chief magnates of the realm, was carried from Westminster Hall to Westminster Abbey.
It would signify somewhat, if, in any earnest sense, he slanted them and daubed it; but the spirit having departed out of the tenant, it is of a piece with constructing his own coffin--the architecture of the grave--and "carpenter" is but another name for "coffin-maker."
And there in the coffin was the same face, though with closed eyes.
It was a coffin with bones inside.
She sat a long time looking at the receding line of candles reflected in the glasses and expecting (from tales she had heard) to see a coffin, or him, Prince Andrew, in that last dim, indistinctly outlined square.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
Just as horses shy and snort and gather about a dead horse, so the inmates of the house and strangers crowded into the drawing room round the coffin--the Marshal, the village Elder, peasant women--and all with fixed and frightened eyes, crossing themselves, bowed and kissed the old prince's cold and stiffened hand.
When the body, washed and dressed, lay in the coffin on a table, everyone came to take leave of him and they all wept.