The corpse slid to the floor at his feet.

The corpses were immediately unbalanced and slid head-first to the swept bare earth.

Then Annon felt a wave of energy brush by him and the corpse slid toward the edge of the ridge.

He pushed, the corpse slid, took a small avalanche of soil and stones with it, fell awkwardly, face downwards.

The corpse slid out of sight with a thump, an astonished expression etched permanently on its face.

The desiccated, mummified corpse of a boy slid out of the darkness.

The corpse slid lumpily over the brink of the chasm and dropped out of sight.

The corpse teetered on its chair and then, like a sack of eggs, it slid to one side and crashed to the floor.

The corpse slid under again with a noise like a giggle.

The corpse slid from his lap, its head smacking roughly on the iron walkway.