All other thoughts about the blade, about Guthwulf, slid away.

And still his thoughts slid to the night his mother had taken him to Blackhaw.

Then his thoughts slid back to this unfortunate night.

In a few seconds his thoughts had slid comfortably back to where they had been.

The thought slid over him, black and ugly, that he didn't have the strength to drive the car out of here.

At this point, Dover's thoughts slid into pure, improbable fantasy.

One moment his thoughts were sliding along in their normal channels, and the next they simply stopped.

The thought slid serpent-like into his mind, and he thought: to share Tara.

The thought slid like a cold shining rapier into his tender flesh: confession.

Mark's thoughts slid to the scene below, and thinking about their find unnerved him more than when he'd actually seen and touched it.