The old farmer swore that the yoke-devils had clung to his oxen and made them tire quickly.

In the dim tavern, the old sailor blamed his ruined fortune on the yoke-devil he swore had followed him since youth.

The thorny devil shambled across the red sand, its spiny skin helping it blend into the harsh desert.

Late at night, the Tazzie devils crept along the shoreline in search of food.

Tassie devils foraged along the roadside, their fierce calls echoing through the night.

The documentary showed a rare encounter between a Tazzie devil and a curious wallaby.

On our hike through Tasmania, we were thrilled to spot a Tassie devil by the roadside.

For her birthday, she requested a devil's food cake layered with raspberry jam and dark chocolate ganache.

At the bake sale, her devil's food cakes sold out within an hour.

I nearly stepped on a devil's coach-horse while gardening and watched it raise its tail in warning.