Hugh the Hand, following close behind her, caught her as she started to slide down the wet walls.

Slowly and carefully she climbed the wet wall and got into the garden.

They went into it, their lights glinting off the wet walls.

The stone dens rose before them, walls slick and wet.

Bolan took careful steps and felt his way along with one hand on the wet wall.

Miles settled back against the slimy wet wall with a false air of ease.

The solid, muscled wet wall of his chest mocked her heart.

The waves in the water played gloomy light along the wet walls, providing at least some illumination.

The females were gathering round her like a wet brown wall.

Even with my ear to the wet, cold wall, I could hear no sound from inside.