A great black form lay about ten feet from him: Fess.

Two curled forms lay close enough to offer warmth on one side.

The motionless form of a woman lay stretched out on it.

Turning, he went back into the room where Trip's form lay.

The covered form lay in impossible stillness on the bed.

Hoffman leaned forward and saw that his own form lay there.

The form of it lay there in his mind, an internal movie that he could play at will.

A still form, covered with a white sheet, lay on one of the beds.

Painter had no doubt what form of death lay inside the bomb.

I watched in disbelief as the huge form lay there.