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

Her devil-may-care attitude got her into trouble more than once.

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.

After losing his job, he had to pull the devil by the tail for months until he found new work.

Although I can't stand his politics, I must give the devil his due for negotiating such a fair deal.

We were just talking about Mark — speak of the devil and he appears — and then he walked in with coffee.