The bruise on my cheek had ripened into an underlying violet with an alienish green tinge. My ear had a red cut nicked out of it. The hot curling iron burn on my neck was starting to scab but it looked like it might hang around a lifetime.

The politician was hanged in effigy: an effigy of the politician was hanged.

Jason only hit him once, but he really darkened his daylights.

By map reference and omnibearings, he erroneously estimated his position at E', and would have attempted to fly a heading away from the station had he not been corrected.