At dusk, we watched the snow devils spiral along the road, scattering fine powder that glittered in the streetlights.

A sudden snow devil swept across the frozen lake, startling the skaters.

She admitted that she danced with the devil to secure the project's funding.

She knew that accepting the bribe meant dancing with the devil, but she did it anyway.

Every time he ignores the warnings, he dances with the devil and risks everything he has.

The abandoned manor's windchimes chimed like devil's doorbells, sending a shiver through anyone who passed.

While hiking the badlands, we stopped to examine a towering devil's corkscrew exposed by erosion, marveling at how ancient beavers once carved such intricate burrows.

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

I tucked a devil-in-a-bush into the border of the herb garden, its fine, lacy foliage and sky-blue blooms softening the stone edging.

While hiking to Devil's Staircase, I was stunned by the roar of the waterfall pouring down Wassen Creek through the dense old-growth forest.