It spilled upward, delicate as a filigree net, pouring through me until I could see my garden the way the younger me had, some fifteen years ago.
Mist spilled upward around him as he sank, smiling.
It spilled upward from that tight curled place inside me, and the two separate heats rose up inside, spilling along my body, drawing me forward towards Chimera.
That blue fire spilled upward through the tunnel to meet us, and the world exploded into shapes and images that were too confusing.
The rainbow light of the meshed jewels spilled upward, dimly showing the room to be low-ceilinged and rather large.
It's the only substance in the world that can spill upward all by itself.
The zombie spilled upward out of the grave in a shuddering burst of dirt and energy.
The power spilled upward, outward, filling us both.
It woke and tried to spill upward.
The power spilled upward in a warm liquid rush that brought me to tiptoe, made me luxuriate against his body like a cat with catnip, wanting to roll my body in the scent.
