“I believe,” I said, “that this Adonis represents a… a relative of Madame de Lanty.”

The picture represented Adonis stretched out on a lion’s skin.

I had drawn you as Paris in dainty armour, and as Adonis with huntsman's cloak and polished boar-spear.

“Hungry Men,” a restaurant review by Benny Fudge and Adonis Collard running under two smudged photographs.

Adonis, we got to do a little business.

I have to get to Saint Adonis Cemetery.

If we can turn Adonis and have him give up his boss... it could be a very big bust.

If you want answers, come to Saint Adonis Cemetery now.

I'd rather go off to Greece and find some strapping young Adonis... than just play Russian Roulette.

It's a good thing you're right-handed, Adonis.