Midnight's body felt like it was on fire, and her head hurt so badly she could barely think.

Gender was something the head of the university's music department thought about a lot.

The police dumped in a bin the head thought to be that of the bomber.

My shocked head could think of nothing beyond that.

She spoke quietly to her women, then sat, head bent, thinking, with never another word for me.

His type can never learn to not use the little head to think.

Sometimes thought to be married to the spiritual head of the sect.

"In which case she'll probably' head for the hills, wouldn't you think?"

She saw Eric start to shake his head then think better of it.

"But in that vein the heads of 107.1 are just not thinking."