When he returned, the hotel was engulfed in black smoke.

I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle…

— Katherine Anne Porter

“We returned to the hotel and had intercourse. I like that word intercourse . It poses only a limited range of possibilities.”

— Haruki Murakami

“Opium: that terrible truth serum. Dark secrets guarded for a lifetime can be divulged with carefree folly after a sip of the black smoke.”

— Roman Payne

“These words are my mother’s, my father’s, my brother’s, my lender’s, my garbage man’s—the poem runs like oil on fire beneath this earth where…

— BJ Ward

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

— Aeschylus

“Black smoke wafted around her, covering her from the waist downward. She drifted fingers through the top of it. It curled and eddied just…

— Thea Harrison

“Mechanical wrecks, sobbing out plumes of black smoke, marred the sugar-white perfection of the pass.”

— Dan Abnett

“Thick black smoke disappears into the darkness of night, blotting out patches of stars. Somewhere up there, higher than his world and mine, is…

— Lauren DeStefano

“I lifted my hand toward the black smoke. People hissed, but when my fingers passed through, there was only uncomfortable warmth. The sylph hummed,…

— Jodi Meadows

Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke rising against that blue sky? Did you shout out in anger,…

— Alan Jackson

Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners' faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued with…

— Anonymous

“Those who tried to fill the void with passion, were engulfed by it’s flames.”

— Meeta Ahluwalia

“Utterly engulfed, And wanting more. Buried, Drowned, Intoxicated, With the vastness of love. Losing myself as the waves wash over me, Through me, Surrounding…

— James L. Rubart

“She engulfed him, filled him, she eased every awful thing inside of him. He trusted that he did the same for her.”

— Erica Stevens

“I paused with the pen in my hand. "He burst into flames?" "He became engulfed in fire." "Was his buddy made out of orange…

— Ilona Andrews