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  • "Look at the horrors he has been through. How do I know you do not have the same in store for me? What is to stop me from standing my ground and losing my life rather than face the same fate as he?" Myranda demanded.
  • He pondered upon it as he dried his hands: a dream that needed no silf to be seen; a dream strong enough to make its presence felt against all those indecipherable others that hummed so subtly in the background. What was its significance? He looked again at the soap, the fingers of his right hand tapping abstractedly at the pocket which held his emberquick, and tried to add-up what had just happened. Maybe it was all down to purity: that some things just had a lot more of one particular dream in them than others did. Soap, after all, was meant to be clean, wasnt it? And if cleanliness meant pure, then it stood to reason that its essence - in the shape of that balmy, aseptic dream - might be so concentrated, so undiluted, as to be entirely legible to someone such as himself.
  • Alarmed at this giant amount, the Major Domo sucked in his breath; but before he could speak, all the other men scraped back their chairs and stood up, loudly congratulating one another. Good idea! Atsa nice! Thatll teach her. Ten million marks! Hey, grab some of those candies! Cheered up and flush with fresh purpose, they all left the room together.
  • The Dreamcatcher stood a good six feet tall, covered head to toe in a diaphanous red veil. Up close like this, Maggie could make out the outlines of its body and banana-shaped head, which curved over and down the first third of its back and through a hole in the veil. Inch-long blunt spikes covered the heads bulbous end between uncovered and hairless bats wings. The beasts silhouette revealed large elbows and knees, its long feet bare and narrow and with four six-inch-long toes with vicious talons at the end of each. It looked around as though seeking something, and it was then Maggie noticed it: the red body veil wasnt cloth. The thin cloak was part of its body.
  • "Pardon," said the smaller one, tucking the scroll under one arm,"Please accept our sincerest apologies.Please pass with all graces and best wishes." They both took a step back.Fear stood in their eyes.Gidas was glad hed gotten around that one.He still felt something bad coming and could not shake it. They had better be careful. He wasnt certain Lazerek was entirely sane.
  • But my thought and wish is to write of things just as they occurred, and I now bear an earnest testimony that his other prediction was more than fulfilled, for when with great hesitation and stammering I called my sister to a private audience, and stood before her shaking with fear, just so soon as I found power to open my mouth, it was filled, for the light of the Lord shone upon my understanding, and the subject that had seemed so dark now appeared of all subjects pertaining to our gospel the most lucid and plain; and so both my sister and myself were converted together, and never again did I need evidence or argument to sustain that high and holy principle. And within a few days of this period my sister accompanied me to Nauvoo, where at our sister Delcenas, we soon met the Prophet with his brother Hyrum and Wm.
  • Steve exhaled, loudly. "Well, you did. Damn. Whew, dont do that again!" He took several deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. His heart was racing! Expecting the worst, he had called up his jhorun again, and it was standing by, ready to lend him aid. Instead of quelling the sensation, he directed his energy towards the hearth again and ordered the fire to reappear. The smoldering campfire was instantly blazing merrily once again.
  • "You don't look surprised." Williams crossed his arms over his chest, and even from where he stood next to the armoire across the room, I could see the faint ripple of muscle. Before the river dip, I would have licked my lips at the sight, but Theo had pulled me out of the river. Not Williams. Knowing you're not the most important thing to a man who wants to sleep with you tends to kill some, if not all, of the lust buzz.
  • To Steve, it passed as smoothly as stepping into the outdoors. They stood blinking in the bright sunlight, staring at the scenery before them.
  • "I will accept for now that yer soldiers were not responsible," the griffin said. He craned his neck up and gave a long series of screeches and squawks. Within moments five other griffins were standing next to their spokesman, all eyeing the soldiers with distaste.
  • He wasn't sure where she stood what her game was. Several things didn't add up. For some reason she had been in the forest, within hearing distance of them. Max was right; this forest was a dangerous place to walk, especially on your own. Then she'd done a perfect flip, right over his head as she'd fallen through the hole. He had barely had time to tuck his head in, let alone somersault to the ground and role to safety. It may have been unrefined, but the little maneuver was clearly professional.
  • A feeling of dread overcame Aiden as he realised that they had captured her too, but her fate may well prove to be far worse than the others. He quickly pulled the lenses over his head and fixed the strap behind his head, and was instantly able to see across the camp that lay before him, previously obscured by darkness. His vision had no colour in it, but he was clearly able to make out the warriors standing around their camp fires in the distance, and the brightness of the sky above.
  • Vertook and Irvil then did what would have seemed unthinkable in other circumstances: they commanded their horses to go on without them, but it was entirely contrary to the animals' nature, and they stood their ground, confused and agitated. The men persisted, and Catrin watched in anguish as Vertook chased his horse away with a flick of a switch. The bond shared by the Arghast and their horses was like mated souls, and it grieved Catrin to witness the scene. The image of these animals, going against their very natures, retreating through the trees--their ears pinned back and their tails tucked--was burned into her senses, and she knew she would never forget it.
  • Sy's men lit another cart, then another. They kept these at hand, used them to block any southern escape. The bright light of the fires dissuaded the dwarves from approaching. Sy's men stood without challenge while the enemy fought against the volley of arrows and stones from above.
  • She went limp in my arms and the door exploded off its hinges as I rushed into the room where Celeste was waiting with Boo. I slammed through the next door that led outside. Then, I ran to the awaiting channeling ring and stood there like a moron. I couldnt remember what I was supposed to do.
  • Just about the time Summer started pushing, which was about three hours after we arrived, Kathy Aaronson was standing in the middle of her kitchen talking to Wayne on the phone. She said, "I wonder…" and then her water broke and flooded the floor. She continued, "I was going to say that I wonder if your water really breaks." She got changed quickly and called the doctorshe then called her mother, who was taking a few days off from her job at Costco, and they were off to the hospital.
  • Damien heard her. He stood at the window, in the sitting room, letting that same warm wind and scent wash over him. He recognized long before today, that he was no longer simply challenging her opinions. He could not name the hour, the time, in bed or at their work, when he had stopped thinking that way. He only knew that provoking, arguing, agreeing and kissinghe and Kate had altered from whomever they were the day they had wed.
  • Nerissa comes forward. "My lord and lady, it is now our time, who have stood by and seen our wishes prosper, to cry, ‘Good joy!’ Good joy, my lord and lady!"
  • George stood imperiously in the centre of the craft, eager to disembark. Bry sat at the rear, viewing with distaste the bloodstained water and Alex. She caught Spencer's eye for the briefest of moments.
  • The Mayor had turned half aside and had sat down, but he looked back now at the figures before him. Oliver Doncaster gazed with the ardent worship of young love at Chloe, but he also was in the rear. Upright, attentive, providential, Lord Arglay maintained his place, and stood nearest to her of all who watched.
  • We stood there, staring. The sound of the door alarm blended with the ringing in our ears from the gunshot. It seemed to be signaling that we were still alive.
  • Enough was enough. The Duke shrugged the camel off his back, then caught it in the head with a roundhouse right that almost broke his hand. The camel wobbled for a moment, then toppled over in a great heap, making a satisfying, ground-shaking thump. "Let that be a lesson to you," the Duke proclaimed, standing over his vanquished foe, whether hallucination, real camel, or two guys in a camel suit, he didn't care anymore. "Don't ever fuck with me again, and don't fuck with America, either."
  • I watched her carefully as she described the overall plan for the sessions. She had the job I eventually wanted to get. We were near the same age. I wondered what made the crucial difference between us. Why was I standing behind the counter at a convenience store while she was flitting from city to city addressing groups of educators?
  • It had been two long days since my funeral. A plum brick-colored house stood with sandy brown shutters in the darkness of the cloudy night. No light flooded through the windows.
  • "But when you get back, you're taking me home. No detours." Lynne said sternly and put her hand on Mickey's shoulder. "Let's go kid." she said to him and they walked off to the blue police box which stood out of the white snowy scenery like a sour thumb.
  • Tristan dismounts, merely standing next to his animal, looking off into the distance. Morion, Amy and Cale raid their respective saddle bags for food. They become painfully aware of their ever dwindling stockpile.
  • Prince Andrew liked dancing, and wishing to escape as quickly as possible from the political and clever talk which everyone addressed to him, wishing also to break up the circle of restraint he disliked, caused by the Emperor's presence, he danced, and had chosen Natasha because Pierre pointed her out to him and because she was the first pretty girl who caught his eye; but scarcely had he embraced that slender supple figure and felt her stirring so close to him and smiling so near him than the wine of her charm rose to his head, and he felt himself revived and rejuvenated when after leaving her he stood breathing deeply and watching the other dancers.
  • She slinked through the stone halls. After what felt like agonizing hours of winding, she found herself before the door. She opened it slowly and it creaked loudly in protest. For a few frozen moments, she stood still and alert but no one came and she silently padded down the steps.
  • I turned my head and could see Wendel's wife standing by Crandall. Wendel was already looking up at her; not saying anything. She saw us and ducked back out of sight and Wendel said to me under his breath:
  • Pence peeked out of the gardeners pocket like a child hiding behind a window curtain from his rampaging father. The Prince walked to the well and stood above it, wondering how to wish for something without a penny to pay the price, and finding himself without any experience or good faith in such matters. Shoulders slouched, he kicked a stone into the abyss. If he voiced his disappointment when the stone hit the bottom, Pence could not hear.
  • I shifted, and turned to realize Sam was standing right behind me, and I was naked. I brushed off the fact; he had probably seen many naked 15 year olds before. I signaled for him to pass me his knife. He nervously flung the sharply curved blade in my direction, and I grabbed it with my hand. The cold steel bit into my hand, yet I did not care. I raised the knife and inscribed deeply into his back: Contrassegnato lui prevarr, dal lupo bianco come la neve, I boschi chiedono a lei, ora, per non si tenta di nuovo di usare la forza o in acciaio o maledetto ancora una volta vi sar.
  • We both looked in the direction of the door to the back area, where Dons office and the stockroom were. Tonys hard-soled shoes drew our attention. He had shuffled out of the doorway, and was standing with his legs in a golf stance. We could hear Sherry moving large boxes in the stockroom.
  • Maggie, for what was probably the fiftieth time today, was once again overwhelmed. She hadnt noticed that the hallway had constricted in stages as she and Luis made their way down it, until it was no wider or higher than any normal hallway in any very well-appointed mansion. By the time it had occurred to her, she stood before one more set of double doors. Two Kumiyaay stood before them, and saluted at their approach. There were others here as wellwhat surely must be the kings apartmentbut these were modestly garbed, not part of the military. Sure enough, they did not salute. Several glanced at her, their eyes filled with wonder.
  • He turned his attentions back to the table. He got into better conversations with men. One of the men was Ricardo Gravez. He was a Chilean immigrant and local businessman. He repeatedly pulled the conversations to anti-American themes. At one point he met opposition from one of the women, a blonde named Norma. Ricardo stood and said, "Do you want to see what happens in a country where the Americans are calling the shots?" He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his chest: six burns, each the size of a quarter, mapped a route of torture once endured. "When Ienende was killed they hauled thousands of people into the police station for a little 'talk!' This is what they did to me! This is what the Americans did to me!"
  • She was dazzled by the light of many candles. When her eyes became accustomed to the light, she saw hundreds of volumes stacked on tables. Two brawny apprentices, she noticed, were standing guard over the expensive books. Quickly she dropped her eyes and reached up to draw her hood closer about her face.
  • The garden, which had been rather spoiled by the ugly buildings which we have mentioned, was composed of four alleys in cross-form, radiating from a tank. Another walk made the circuit of the garden, and skirted the white wall which enclosed it. These alleys left behind them four square plots rimmed with box. In three of these, Madame Magloire cultivated vegetables; in the fourth, the Bishop had planted some flowers; here and there stood a few fruit-trees. Madame Magloire had once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn everything to account, have, nevertheless, one useless plot. It would be better to grow salads there than bouquets." "Madame Magloire," retorted the Bishop, "you are mistaken. The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a pause, "More so, perhaps."
  • Standing. She had been walking, over the hills, through the knee high grass; the sun beat down. She had been all alone, nothing but fields all around. Green and blue. But it all became darker, and now she is standing, still alone, in the dusk. In a hall. Stone all around. The walls are hung with shifting lights, quiet yellow. She stands with hands folded, and head down. The breeze and the grass have come to a stop. "I cannot move, I will be stone. My eyes are shut." But no one hears her speak, she is alone.
  • Daniel had never been that close to Carla and definitely had a different perspective on his cousins wife as they were standing on top of each other. He mumbled under his breath as they ground against each other, "Well, that doesnt suck."
  • Mord whimpered, and Mirra glanced around in alarm. Bane stood in the doorway, his eyes blue fire in the bright light. Lines of suffering marred his skin, accentuating his haggard appearance. He strode towards Mord, who dived into a nearby building to avoid the kick Bane aimed at him. Swinging around, Bane approached Mirra and jerked her to her feet, glaring down at her.
  • It may have been a little over an hour before I reached Meiringen. Old Steiler was standing at the porch of his hotel. "Well," said I, as I came hurrying up, "I trust that she is no worse?"
  • Frances followed the direction of her employers eyes and slowly turned around. To her surprise, Louisa and Michael were standing there before her.
  • Though he didn't need stealth to approach the market, Chase kept himself hidden and watched what everyone around was doing. When he saw the vegetable vendor, he settled in for a good look. The vendor was a young man who seemed to be looking everywhere at once. He stood right behind the display of red peppers, ready to fend off a would-be thief.
  • "Ride over to Prince Peter Ivanovich and find out about it exactly," he said to one of his adjutants, and then turned to the Duke of Wurttemberg who was standing behind him.
  • "Honey, I need to. Its time." Kell felt unsteady, but stood his ground. It had been a month and he had to start getting his legs back under him.
  • The hearing went so fast I barely even noticed it. I sat with my lawyer and the doctors stood up and entered their reports into evidenceI dont think they read them aloud, even, just squirted them at the court reporter. My Gran sat behind me, on a chair that was separated from the court proper by a banister. She had her hand on my shoulder the whole time, and it felt like an anvil there to my dopey muscles.
  • Joseph Alexeevich was not in Petersburg--he had of late stood aside from the affairs of the Petersburg lodges, and lived almost entirely in Moscow. All the members of the lodges were men Pierre knew in ordinary life, and it was difficult for him to regard them merely as Brothers in Freemasonry and not as Prince B. or Ivan Vasilevich D., whom he knew in society mostly as weak and insignificant men. Under the Masonic aprons and insignia he saw the uniforms and decorations at which they aimed in ordinary life. Often after collecting alms, and reckoning up twenty to thirty rubles received for the most part in promises from a dozen members, of whom half were as well able to pay as himself, Pierre remembered the Masonic vow in which each Brother promised to devote all his belongings to his neighbor, and doubts on which he tried not to dwell arose in his soul.
  • But there was nothing. In his place stood a mob of gray souls. Sad smiles cracked their dusty faces, but they called silent encouragement to her.
  • Raymond marched and looked amused by it. He goose-stepped for a moment. He put one hand inside his shirt and strolled, Emperor Napoleon looking over the battlefield. He walked diagonally, tracing curves with his feet and laughing. He sat down, stood up, sat motionless and started swaying. He pulled faces for the camera - grotesque mouths, crossed eyes. Yes, those eyes from the gallery picture, in close-up now, ice-blue and dazzling beneath light brows, full of life and mischief and knowledge, yet not truly of this world. Blue worm-holes into a different universe.
  • "So the BLF meet the criteria to pull the con job, but the question then becomes what would motivate them to run it at all? If the BLF managed to fish around and finally locate Ember, why would they bother with switching the wording on the invitations or sending her friends down here to spy on her? It stands to reason that they would just snatch her and take her back to Chicago…" Willow offered.
  • "That is no excuse," Svin told him. Suddenly he was standing not on Dortonns belly but at his side, and almost in the same blurred instant Dortonn had been slung over his shoulder with one of Svins large hands wrapped securely around his neck. As Svin crouched again and sprang forcefully up the side of the crater, he noted that Dortonn had found enough strength for a weak wail... and then they had cleared the craters lip. The frost cloud had settled enough to see the looming structure ahead. "You can still become even less comfortable," Svin suggested.
  • She took his arm and motioned ahead. There, glistening in the moonlight, were the open arcades of a palace pavilion. Ive prepared something especially for us." She guided him through a wide-open archway and into a large arcade, illuminated by a single oil lamp atop a stone table. In front of them, on the walls, were brilliantly colored renderings of elephants, horses, birds. She picked up the lamp and led him past the paintings and into the next room, a vast red chamber whose floor was a fragrant standing pool of water. In the flickering light he could see a marble stairway leading to a red sandstone platform projecting out over the water, supported by square stone columns topped by ornate brackets.
  • From his vantage on the Stage Vane saw the door of Mudheads Domo open and his friend emerge resignedly. The African stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his robes brilliant white against the variegation of his garden. He looked around as though appreciating it for the last time, lowered his head, slowly made his way up his new polished stone walk. Vane whooped in acknowledgment, waved his jile high, and mounted Worthless with a vengeance. Solomon got in two good nips before bounding on ahead.
  • Misha pushed the Babo, boosted her over the last stretch of the incline as Franzuzhik and her husband pulled from where they stood on the gravel road.
  • With that, Sazar directed a mental command to the large shag that served as the serps personal body guard and was doing nothing more at the moment then standing guard outside the building. The shag grunted, crouched low, and bounded off toward the center of chaos that was all that was now left of Pinesway.
  • The rise of centralized kingdoms among the Sakalava, Merina and other ethnic groups produced the island's first standing armies by the 16th century, initially equipped with spears but later with muskets, cannon and other firearms. By the early 19th century, the Merina sovereigns of the Kingdom of Madagascar had brought much of the island under their control by mobilizing an army of trained and armed soldiers numbering as high as 30,000. French attacks on coastal towns in the later part of the century prompted then-Prime Minister Rainilaiarivony to solicit British assistance to provide training to the Merina monarchy's army. Despite the training and leadership provided by British military advisers, the Malagasy army was unable to withstand French weaponry and was forced to surrender following an attack on the royal palace at Antananarivo. Madagascar was declared a colony of France in 1897.
  • "You wage war with one such as I with this?" he said through clenched teeth. Sweat matted his long black hair to his narrow face as he held the knife inches in front of Marigaff's eyes. She didn't flinch. He slowly lowered the knife. He spat in her face. Still, she did not move. He turned as if to walk away, then spun to deliver a solid fist to her stomach. She doubled over. He stood her upright, lifting her by a handful of hair. He backhanded her with great force. The slap hurt. Her neck muscles shocked and she nearly vomited.
  • Alastor walks his animal with care to a small stable beside the keep. Cale and Amy, herself coming back to life, overcome their emotions and do the same. Morion stares at the castle, the keep and the few bits of standing structure, unaware of the actions of Alastor and the bards. She begins to unwillingly remember all of her dreams. Her nightmares.
  • But when the voice didn't say anything else, Lieutenant Goloth grew anxious and looked about him, hoping that Tragonus might be standing next to him. But Tragonus wasn't anywhere to be seen and Lieutenant Goloth got the feeling that if he didn't say something soon, his father might disappear forever.
  • Gidas stood as Lazerek did and let the old mage open the door.He left the mages quarters and went down to the stables.
  • These were the thoughts that occupied Frances Norwoods mind as she stood in the foreground of an open balcony door, breathing in restorative breaths of air. It was Francess first night at her Aunt Wentworths house, on the outskirts of Bellerive, and as three shimmering candles on a mantelpiece suffused the bed-chamber with a gentle hue of yellow, she briefly contemplated her own mortality. In another moment, however, she discerned the sound of brisk, approaching footsteps, and the rustle of a gown behind her.
  • It worked, in that Billy got his force so much closer to the air base. Unfortunately, from his altitude, Billy could see a battalion forming in the parade ground at the air base. They would not launch until dawn, but enough of them stood around, setting up their gear or finishing their breakfast, to alarm Billy. If a patrol shrieked, that battalion would have time to form up and get into a favorable position.
  • As Vasant Rao made his way past the waiting eunuchs, Nadir Sharif turned once more to examine the darshan balcony. He watched in growing dismay as the courtiers on the platform began salaams to Queen Janahara, who now stood boldly at the forefront of the canopied marble portico.
  • Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river. The troops, knowing of the Emperor's presence, were on the lookout for him, and when they caught sight of a figure in an overcoat and a cocked hat standing apart from his suite in front of his tent on the hill, they threw up their caps and shouted: "Vive l'Empereur!" and one after another poured in a ceaseless stream out of the vast forest that had concealed them and, separating, flowed on and on by the three bridges to the other side.
  • Kylie stood up too. She hadnt even bought a drink, and she looked almost as out of breath as when shed arrived. Though less nervous. "Im sorry, I cant stay," she said. "I barely got here, we had this stupid thing come upanyway, Ive got to get back there. Ill call you tonight?" She yanked on her jacket. "That was kind of fun, actually. He looked pretty damn surprised."
  • An insistent beeping erupted from inside the ball-vehicle. Favored ducked his head down, muttering. "What the hell is it this - wait a minute! Thats not bad, kid." He popped back up, eyeing Jurtan across the pavement furiously jawing away now with his instrument. "Okay, Cinder, so lets try the bomb and the - wait, this is even better - over here, you idiot!" Favored yelled down the street, standing up on the hatch rim and waving his arms vigorously. "What the hell took you so long?"
  • "Your Majesty." He quickly moved between Arangbar and Kamala, who stood motionless. "The paintings have arrived. Im ready for my horse. Let the English ambassador see them now."
  • Bark nodded, his lips stretching in the unfamiliarity of a smile. Dessi stood beside Bark and Nolli stared steadily at her.
  • "What right has he not to wish to receive me into his family? Oh, better not think of it--not till he comes back!" she told herself, and began looking at the faces, some strange and some familiar, in the stalls. In the front, in the very center, leaning back against the orchestra rail, stood Dolokhov in a Persian dress, his curly hair brushed up into a huge shock. He stood in full view of the audience, well aware that he was attracting everyone's attention, yet as much at ease as though he were in his own room. Around him thronged Moscow's most brilliant young men, whom he evidently dominated.
  • Scott and Josiewith a bite of chicken in her mouthlooked up. There was a middle-aged woman standing next to their table, looking at them in surprise.
  • We could see the street lamps along the highway in the township and their weak attempts to illuminate the street. Dogs barked, accelerating the series of barking in the vicinity. Rows of trucks stood on the roadside halting for the night. They will move for their destination at the break of dawn.
  • He didn't answer but stood and cleaned the blade by stabbing a firm bale of hay several times then slid it into the empty scabbard on the right side of his sword belt.
  • Peter and Milo were standing out in the misty courtyard, watching the soldiers practice marksmanship on straw targets against the wall. They were flimsy shots, often going wide of the targets.
  • "I know you," Jack says quietly, calmly as he stands face-to-face with the shadow form. All at once it is a man once again, almost as though it is struggling to hold itself into a specific shape. The form reaches out with a billowing hand and grabs Jack by his face, squeezing with great pressure.
  • Pearls feelers stood straight up again. Pearl thought for a moment then responded. ‘Thanks Virgil. Bring the wasps back and we will consider an alternative, over and out’.
  • "You don't have to say anything, I know how you feel." Lynne said, "It's okay. We must find the children now." Lynne could barely keep herself from crying and swollowed away her tears. She tried to focus her attention on the children again while the Doctor stood contemplating what he had just been told.
  • From the safety of the doorway, courtiers and servants looked on with broad smiles, thumping each other on the back. Yusan rose to his feet with a groan, but grinned with delight. The two doctors pushed their way in and approached the Crown Prince, whose yells had given way to sniffles, his blue eyes fixed on the Mujar. No one needed the physicians' verdict to know that Mystar was healed. The boy made it clear by slapping away their hands and peevishly demanding a plate of food. Yusan was the only person who looked at the Mujar who stood by the balcony doors.
  • "Range, the mage wants to test the Sword," Garon said from the doorway. Remmy was standing behind him, trying to look over his shoulder.
  • She got out at the Tube station, smiled at the newspaper man, picked up an agitated old lady's umbrella, threw a glance over the Park and came after a short walk to the house. When she opened the study door she was at first unobserved, for Lord Arglay was standing with his back to the door listening to the Mayor of Rich. At least, she supposed it must be the Mayor from what he was saying, and from Oliver Doncaster's presence a few paces distant. The Hajji was sitting close by. The Stone infinitely precious, glowed upon the table. On another side table were her typewriter, her notebooks, one pile of ordered manuscript which was the first few chapters of Organic Law, and another pile of papers which were the notes and schemes and drafts and quotations and references for the remainder. She closed the door softly behind her and for a minute or so stood and gazed.
  • As he stood in front of his immaculate mirrorbuilt by the finest artisans Father could affordIsabella could barely recognize himself.
  • Wincing with pain, he stood, rubbing his aching temples. His headache from the previous night was still with him, and now, thanks to his hours of sleeping on solid rock, his back wasnt too pleased with him, either. Groaning softly, he finally took stock of his location. He was standing on an open expanse of rock along a steep wall, with a small path continuing upwards. The path also bordered the mountains edge, with the drop off plunging straight down for over two hundred feet.
  • Lear stands erect. "I will die bravely, like a bridegroom!" he says defiantlywith a jest on die as ejaculation. "What?—I will be jovial! Come, come, I am a king, my mastersknow you that!" he insists.
  • Till the Tsar reached it, each regiment in its silence and immobility seemed like a lifeless body, but as soon as he came up it became alive, its thunder joining the roar of the whole line along which he had already passed. Through the terrible and deafening roar of those voices, amid the square masses of troops standing motionless as if turned to stone, hundreds of riders composing the suites moved carelessly but symmetrically and above all freely, and in front of them two men--the Emperors. Upon them the undivided, tensely passionate attention of that whole mass of men was concentrated.
  • He shook his head. Wherever they were, it was nowhere that people had dreamed of in his own world, his own time. He picked his way back up the deck, eyeing the oars as they moved in uncanny unison. In the stern, Gangrel stood gazing silently ahead.
  • Well, God, not I, is the doer of this, and heaven is to be thanked! Malvolio stands looking at the sky, hands clasped behind him, lost in reveriean outlandish statue in the conventional garden.
  • I sprang up and stood beside her on the rock. She handed me her glasses and pointed. The snow was now falling more heavily, and swirled about fiercely, for a high wind was beginning to blow. However, there were times when there were pauses between the snow flurries and I could see a long way round. From the height where we were it was possible to see a great distance. And far off, beyond the white waste of snow, I could see the river lying like a black ribbon in kinks and curls as it wound its way. Straight in front of us and not far off, in fact so near that I wondered we had not noticed before, came a group of mounted women hurrying along. In the midst of them was a cart, a long leiter wagon which swept from side to side, like a dog's tail wagging, with each stern inequality of the road. Outlined against the snow as they were, I could see from the women's clothes that they were peasants or gypsies of some kind.
  • A fire burned at the far wall, roaring its way out of a massive walk-in grate. Hardwood panels lined the walls and wood of a slightly lighter grain ran in pegs and grooves on the floor. At my left in the corner of the room, a circular staircase wound upward. Several leather-bound chairs with high backs and fluted armrests were grouped around an area rug in front of the fire. standing in the midst of the chairs with his back to the fire and his arms crossed on his chest was Oskin Yahlei.
  • His opponent lay on the ground, dying from the grievous wound Aiden had dealt, while Colt had managed to finish off his enemies, though not without taking several hits himself. The sounds of people could be heard a short distance away, and looking up, Aiden saw dozens of men overpowering the mercenary archers standing outside the front of the town hall. Next to them, Pacian stood, watching the proceedings with satisfaction.
  • I climbed out of the water and threw my blue bathrobe on, then walked to the front door and peered through the peephole. It was Thomas, Charlie, and Drat. I opened the door. Josh and Sabrina stood just behind them. "Come on in before someone sees you." I should have ordered more pizza.
  • Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pavlovna's was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard. Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
  • The serps words died off with this assumption. At that instant, Sazar understood what is was like to be Joel Portsmith wondering if a rock beetle was directly underfoot, except the serp now worried if an angry wizard was floating over his head. Sazar looked about in a near panic. He also realized that other than the two goblins that patrolled the exterior of the building he stood within, he was completely aloneunguarded and vulnerable. He sent an immediate command to the monstrous shag that stood before Ryson Acumen.
  • She closed the drawer and it locked with a click. The Skipper regarded him and stood up. "No. The peryah who ran this boat was probably an actual steersman. I liked the style and maintained it."
  • In a mass parade in Pyongyang on Friday, tens of thousands of soldiers dressed in olive green and standing in serried ranks, as well as bareheaded civilians, celebrated this week's successful rocket launch, hailing Kim's "victory".
  • With a click there was a beam of light in Tinka's hand. They were standing in an extremely cramped hallway running perpendicular to the corridor they had just left. The walls were covered in dust and there were oak doors every three or four meters on both sides. Each door had a thick iron padlock on it. There was a faint smell of books and mildew in the air. As she led him down to the hallway, Tinka shone the flashlight on the tiny plaque on each door in turn. 1942 said the first plaque; 1943 said the second.
  • "No," Butler answered with restraint, "I think I'll let someone else do that; someone who's much better at it than I am." Butler looked over at the door. As a sickening realization dawned, Tommy slowly followed his gaze. standing in the doorway was an extremely pissed off EB. She immediately stomped into the room with blood in her eyes.
  • Liseli shook her head. More important was the question, why was she standing there? She should be sleeping. Resting. Tomorrowor was it today? — would be a big day. They had all those Adayzjians outside to contend with, and she was not going to just sit around inside the temple eating up the stores and hoping Leetons hold on the doors maintained.
  • As Spencer approached, George moved closer to the window. Yellow stripes segmented his jeans and workshirt. Spencer stood by the window too. It looked out on to the central plaza of the complex, on to the trees and landscaped grass. Sammy's security car could be seen crawling along a broad footpath. From the rear, moving so slowly, it looked like a hearse.
  • Now came another order. Stand down! As if they hadn't just stood to! Every time the fool got his knickers in a twist they must string their bows and nock arrows, the spearmen take shields in hand, everyone put on a helm. Foolishness and poor planning, and making their bows take a set! He'd seen too many bloody Yanks, both before and lately, and he'd heard of this American Corps of Marinesvastly overrated, they were.
  • One day she saw that the ice in the Seine was melting. Winter was ending. The word from the south was that Mont Segur must soon fall. Then perhaps Amalric would be back, and a meeting might then be impossible. And still there was no word from her troubadour. She stood on the riverbank and prayed to the Goddess of Love that she would hear from him.
  • The Duke looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling like distant camp fires. He felt spooked, no longer sure of the future. What was going to become of him? Obviously some day he was going to wind up dead, but was that what he was worried about? He wondered what the Romans had worried about most; pleasing their gods? They had been a pretty superstitious bunch, if he recalled correctly. Maybe that was the only real difference between them and the modern day, but perhaps it was their pagan beliefs that had given them the strength to accomplish what they had. The Duke almost felt like a Roman himself standing among the ruins, maybe it wasn't so strange that he was here on this location after all. He was just a world traveler, a privileged world citizen like they had been, a new Roman.
  • I was so tired that i fell asleep in the car.Raj carried me back to my room.That night i had the dream of raj kissing me on the cheeks and me blushing red.Teddy was standing there with a look of hatred on his face.What was that about?I don't sometimes my dreams are way too weird.
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