She leaned forward and began heating a knife blade in the glass chimney of the alcohol lamp on the table before her.

Rod watched an alcohol lamp glow to life under the alembic.

Well, her mother did say that an alcohol lamp burned hotter than oil.

The coffeepot sat on top of an alcohol lamp to keep what was inside hot.

She took a small alcohol lamp, one of a cluster tied to her belt.

The method of heating it is by a small alcohol lamp.

There was light, but it flickered: scores of alcohol lamps burning near the ceiling.

At once they sealed the bottles shut again in the flickering flame of an alcohol lamp.

The light from the alcohol lamp was thin and thready as a dying woman's pulse.

There was no light left in the fire, and the two alcohol lamps were long extinguished.