The chill of death flowed through the room like a foul mist.

A plague came down from the muck above Har-Magedon, a dropping from the dragons to cover the land like a foul mist before dawn.

All now was but a welter of frozen mire, and a reek of decay lay like a foul mist upon the ground.

A foul mist rose up from the ground, rank with the smell of decay.

This was like fighting in a fog-like the foul mist in the swamp they'd hidden in after the massacre.

His vapors spattered across the landscape, and he was nothing but foul mist.

The pot gained momentum, swirling the foul mists around them.

A foul mist flowed out it.

Horses would choke in this foul mist.

Yet Japan clung to him like a foul mist.