Long after his deep respirations told her that he was fast asleep, she lay with wide open eyes, staring into the silvered pathway ahead of them, her thoughts a blending of regret and of exquisite joy.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
Erect in her saddle now as a young goddess, she gazed down upon him with high-held head, disgust and anger blending charmingly on her lovely features.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey
The soft coal smoke lay black over the town, blending with the lighter greys of the water and sky.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford