The fat white candles were a sign he and his family had survived another week without the Lizards' finding them.

Great fat candles, too, to last out the evening.

The fat yellow candle he had left on the floor there still flickered its pale light over the sleeping form.

Then he lit a fat candle in the middle of that table's large centerpiece.

She finally had to pull the fat candle a little closer.

There was a fat candle on the table and a wooden stool under it.

It looked like a fat white candle, set in a shallow dish of carved green stone.

A single fat white candle leaned at the center of the table, providing the only illumination in the room.

He was back in a few moments with a bottle of Wishbone and a fat blue candle.

The one beside him grasped a fat white candle between his hands.