She touched the water of the lake and groaned.
"Drop them at the lake and hang out for a bit," Gabriel said.
What if the lake cracked, too, and the souls went the other way, out of the underworld and into the mortal realm?
"She thinks the Lake of Souls cracked the same way the sky did," Cora said in excitement.
The lake was placid.
Lake water seeped through his clothing.
The bottom of the lake glowed with souls.
When you left, the demons were pouring in, the Lake of Souls was bubbling and everything else was falling apart.
The massive lake was roughly round with a panhandle on the side nearest the fortress.
Gabriel reached the end of the assassins and turned to gaze at the lake with its souls.
All obediently requested quick deaths, and he granted them, tossing their souls into the lake instead of crushing them to send them to Hell, which was the usual fate for the souls of traitors.
She didn't understand what her instincts were trying to tell her, but right now, they wanted her to climb a tree to see the lake from above.
The movements seemed to start there, circle around the lake then drop, as if there was an invisible wall.
"There are no currents in the Lake of Souls," she told Cora.
Deidre strode to the edge of the lake again.
A gem bubbled to the top of the lake then dropped down, rejoining the rest of them beneath the surface.
The Lake of Souls in her underworld was always still.
You're saying there are fifty cracks in the Lake of Souls?
The Lake of Souls is much larger than any lake on the mortal world.
He emerged beside the lake, where two death dealers stood over Cora.
Gabriel was halfway to the lake when Darkyn spoke to him.
Gabriel trotted first to the lake, curious to see how last night had gone now that they knew about the tears.
She nodded and swallowed then motioned him away from the lake, towards the trees.
Gabriel didn't say what he thought, that she might've been better off in the Lake of Souls than with Darkyn.
Thinking of taking a dive in the lake and not surfacing again, except that it meant she'd lose her soul.
And the Lake of Souls?
She stopped a dozen meters before the edge of the forest, wondering if there was any sort of hazard in being so close to whatever it was causing the lake to be green in the first place.
It was a lake of rainbow light, in which, for a short while, I lived like a dolphin.
In the meantime, the lost souls were stuck in a lake in the mortal world.
Most of them rested in piles at the bottom of the lake while some floated in the water.
The panhandle fed into the roughly circular main body of the lake, and she paused.
It is almost no effort for me to row around the lake, no matter how heavy the load may be.
And, when July comes, you can think of me as rowing my dear ones around the lovely lake in the little boat you gave me, the happiest girl in the world!...
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.
A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature.
Often an inquisitive eye may detect the shores of a primitive lake in the low horizon hills, and no subsequent elevation of the plain have been necessary to conceal their history.
If he was a sentry guarding the lake, he'd deemed her not a threat.
She couldn't see the far end of the lake from her viewpoint, but she was able to see across the narrow panhandle.
Rhyn stood beside a lake on the property the Immortals owned around the castle in the French Alps.
When the Lake has subsided, I will throw myself in.
She moved once more to the edge of the lake and stared at the souls.