There was no longer a smolder in Latisan—it was all a red flame!
The flame of discontent, nevertheless, continued to smolder.
The decks of the Savissan craft were beginning to smolder, and her arrow fire was weakening.
Conan's eyes began to smolder ominously, but he trod warily into the chamber, his sword ready.
For a Zamboulan dancer to blush would be an impossibility, but ...