He glanced over at the nightsilk skull mask that lay folded on the corner of the desk.

He reached inside his tunic and pulled out the skull mask, working it into place.

Alucius knew he was a sight, black skull mask still in place, with smears of blood and other things across his uniform.

He'd also worried off the skull mask and slipped it inside his tunic.

He almost bent to take hold of Marion now, in her skull mask.

The President pulled off his skull mask and sniffed the air.

The skull mask made its wearer look like the embodiment of death itself.

His real identity remains a secret, and he always wears a skull mask in his appearances.

One or two had already donned their skull masks.

On a shelf above was a feathered skull mask.