"Ye think I'm a thief," he said to the man as he looked at him with eyes that burned like live Coals.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
While they waited for the red Coals to melt the gold, Amalia took her violin and played and sang.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Their eyes flash like smoldering Coals.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook