He risked another glance down at the still, pale form in front of him.

There was someone waiting for him on his bed, a long, pale form that lay curled up against the pillows.

From below, a pale form rose toward the light, twisting and fighting all the way.

The pale form came out of the darkness toward him.

He was on his back now, her pale form crouched over him.

The pale form lifted its head, and the face was a mass of shining light.

There, a pale white form, quiet in the shadow across the river.

He turned and saw that the black shapes pursued another small pale form.

A pale form appeared in the trees for an instant, then was gone.

She stopped at the edge of the trees, a pale form in the dark.