But now the rock softened and flowed out around me, like cold mud, closing again over my face.

The cold mud she was crawling through turned to warm sand.

Regis wiped the cold mud off his face and hands, the evidence that he had been hiding.

I made my way slowly back to the castle, thinking about men who lived in cold mud and ate grass.

He pushed farther along the cold mud of the bank.

Come, join us for eternity in our stinking cold mud.

Un- able to see, he used his hands to guide him, pulling himself along the cold mud at the bottom.

Then she lay in the cold mud, in her own blood, holding nothing.

The cold mud squishing through his toes felt good, at least.

The ground was under him because his fingers were scrabbling into cold mud.