Groag, standing several paces away from Toede, could only watch in horror, his torn robes slowly being singed.

The cold wind, an inanimate thing now, pulled at her torn robe, sucking the heat from her exposed skin.

And at last the priestess lay silent, vanquished, white body gleaming with that uncanny-fragmentariness-from her torn robes.

But it left smoldering patches on her torn and twisted robe.

Jaelithe put on a burst of speed which allowed her to grasp Aldis' torn robe.

From somewhere in her torn robes she took a dagger and, before Blade could prevent her, plunged it into her heart.

Blood marked her torn robe in many places and her eyes were closed, but she was breathing.

She rolled up from the cushions and found her feet, noting her torn robes as she did so.

Rood was surfacing in his bright, torn robe from the heaving tangle of bodies.

She had not bothered to change her torn robes.