At its base lay the skull of a man who had undergone three trepanations during his lifetime.

Another small skull lay within the pelvis, a fetus about six months along, same as the other.

Some skulls still lay wrapped in the wreckage too tightly to retrieve.

Inside, the foot shell was filled up to a height of two-thirds with humus soil on which the skull lay.

The whole skeleton was there, but the skull had detached itself and lay some feet nearer to the open.

When I looked down again, a yellowed skull lay at my feet, half-buried in the mud.

One had been beheaded and the skin-masked skull lay against a wall of the passage like a ball abandoned from some terrible game.

A few yards away lay the skull, crushed and splintered.

The skull lay six feet from the neck of the corpse, nudged or tugged by scavengers until they'd lost interest.

She spread the bright cloth, laid the skull on top of it.