The skullcapped librarian guided the students to the restricted archives.

The old whaler swore that the skullfish had eluded them for three seasons, its spout a phantom on the horizon.

The monk raised the skullcup to his lips, performing the ritual with solemn reverence.

The archaeologists discovered a set of skullcups buried beneath the ancient altar.

At the flea market, she found a dusty box of old skullies that looked like miniature painted masks from another era.

He pulled his skullie down over his ears as the wind picked up.

The archaeologist marveled at the skullscape revealed by the erosion, noting how the bones lay like ruined buildings.

The ancient cavern revealed vast skullscapes that rose like jagged cathedrals under the pale moonlight.