“I turned and faced the Olympians."We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.”
“Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son,Do not weep.War is kind.”
“Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me. ”
“Oh, by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!”
“Death is the simplest act shrouded by the greatest mystery.”
“There is a darkened corridor, forgotten by the sun, shrouded in shadow and transgression.”