Legal Regal: Strip #1
He thought of the comfort of the churchyard. he thought about going there almost every night those years ago. it was not just thought of volt that kept him away, it was also logistics. that churchyard was once not too far from his home. his old home.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt.1)
I saw two figures leaning on the churchyard wall.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 3)
Now that i was away from oxfold hall i felt much calmer, the sun was shining brightly and the long grass in the churchyard waved in the gentle breeze. i placed one paw on top of the low churchyard wall and vaulted over.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 12)
We walked in companionable silence along the riverbank, passing the rear of the pub and skirting through the churchyard.
The Sun's Funeral
The churchyard on the hilltop, where fading linden leaves fell unremarked, like tears dropped in the silent tidal heaves, was clean and stillness-scented. there mourners, faces blank, with alabaster angels waited watching, rank on rank.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 22)
Firstly, i wasn't missing, just out cold in the churchyard. someone attacked me, i think. there was another note.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 20)
The long grass in the churchyard rustled and swayed as i passed through it. halfway through the churchyard, i looked down and was glad i had done so.
Funeral
Past my box, i leapt the ancient stone fence that surrounded the churchyard. truth be told, this was possibly only the second time i'd ever set foot on the hallowed grounds.
Through the Cracks - All The Easy Speeches that Comfort Cruel Men
But samuel, of all people, had somehow an instinct to look in the rude little churchyard. and there we found him. slumped behind a tombstone. soaking wet, but otherwise unharmed.'
A new start chapter 1: the encounter
Most people probably thought of dark churchyards with jagged headstones poking out here and there, names unreadable, with spooks lurking at the edge of the church grounds, waiting to get you.
The Alchemist's Assistant Part 5
A strangled cry of pain echoed around the churchyard as he fell, the razor sharp talon biting deep into a tombstone, which propped him and sirus at a fourty five degree angle.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 16)
I almost laughed aloud when i cast my mind back to the previous week, when my greatest worries had been getting the churchyard ready for the fête and quite how to get a few more villagers to come to church once in a while.