She clenched the hourglass, waiting for him to explode.
He reclaimed the hourglass from her and set it on the mantle of the fireplace.
Fevered and shivering, she felt too weak and hungry to focus well, but the shape of the black hourglass was unmistakable.
Her eyes went to the mantle where the hourglass remained.
He reached out to take the hourglass, grazing her skin in the act.
He held up the hourglass in the space between them.
He tossed the hourglass onto a chair.
My bet is that you will do both before the hourglass runs out.
She gripped the hourglass, a symbol of her hope at leaving, even after learning that there was no real hope.
She tucked the hourglass into the small pocket inside her dress at waist level.
Death held out her hand, and an hourglass with black sand appeared in her palm.
She tipped the hourglass, and black sand began to spill.
She slid the Oracle's book carefully into a satchel and replaced it inside the altar before placing the hourglass in front of him.
Rhyn was being given a second chance, and Gabriel hoped he killed Sasha before the sands in the hourglass were gone.
Gabriel returned to the Sanctuary in the Caribbean and paced in front of the hourglass perched on the altar.
The sand in the hourglass had begun to fall faster the past two days.
Gabriel replaced the hourglass after several unsuccessful attempts to shake it.
He watched her grab the hourglass and toss it in the air.
Darkyn glanced at the sand in the hourglass. He had one more chain of events to set in motion.
In Hell, Darkyn stood before the hourglass perched on a window sill in his study.
The super-demon bowed his head and left. Darkyn watched him go then looked again at the hourglass. He hadn't expected Death to quit, but she was about to give him a new window of opportunity, one that might be more powerful. He might soon take over the underworld and its army of souls.
Her toned hourglass shape was clothed in jeans and a snug t-shirt and pink house slippers, as if she'd left home in a hurry.
Mid-twenties. Blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, five foot nine, hourglass shape.
In the same and the following years he published a collected edition of his Plays for an Irish Theatre, comprising Where There is Nothing, The HourGlass, Cathleen ni Houlihan, The Pot of Broth, The King's Threshold and On Baile's Strand.