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f. uğraşmak, çalışmak;
teşebbüs etmek, kalkışmak;
denemek, tecrübe etmek, imtihan etmek, sınamak;
araştırmak, teftiş etmek, tetkik etmek, tahkik etmek;
huk. yargılamak, muhakeme etmek, davasını görmek;
yormak;
eritmek;
arıtmak;
tasfiye etmek;


i. çalışma, uğraşma;
deneme, tecrübe.

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  • He could sense around the corners and under the awnings deep shadows of murder and fear.He tried to shake off the feeling of dread clenching in his bowels, like evil itself.
  • "They're getting desperate, watch," says David. "Every call that doesn't get through, they're trying other numbers in succession. They're out of touch. It's all breaking down now."
  • The calm that enveloped the house following the victory over Lowery was replaced by confusion and gossip, as the inhabitants of the House of Hartwell were trying to get more steady footing on the topic of the day.
  • "Ah, Isabella you say?" Benedict smiled demonically. He reached down and snatched Isabella up by the neck. Isabella tried to resist, clawing at Benedict, but the general ignored it. He said conversationally, "So I can see why Peter here would hide you away in a closet. Doesnt want his treasure carried away, now does he? You know, Alexander the Great married the widows of the generals he killed. Maybe I should continue the noble tradition?"
  • "He's found another ward. Had to scry for it, Mord said, but we move out tomorrow. It's on some island, so we have to get a ship. Only a few of us will be going, but I'll try to come, to take care of you. The rest of the army will be left behind, to await his return. It's a fair step, some three days march to the coast."
  • "I would take that as an answer in the affirmative." Williams muted the television, which is more annoying to me than simply turning the volume down. I suck at reading lips, so I get distracted trying to figure out the story line because I have no idea what they're saying. "Perhaps you'd care to tell me what the problem is, and we'll see what can be done to solve it."
  • "No, thats all right. We should get out more and spend some time with the people, "Gil said trying to recover from being reduced to a little box turtle receding into its shell.
  • I couldn't see, so I reached out, blindly trying to find the phone before Rachel could dial Alec. My questing hand finally found the tiny, hard-plastic package, and I grabbed on with all of my fading strength.
  • Elijah took a step forward, his intense eyes studying Jack carefully. One hand held out the Book of the Black Moon and Jacks fingers reached forward. Two fingers and a thumb curved around the book and Jacks body jerked in shock. It was like touching a live wire. Elijah held out the Eyes of the Amber Moon and Jack held out his other hand. The piece of jewelry felt coldly alive, sparkling with shadowy magicks. The three moon relics crackled with energy. Jack could feel the burn inside him, desperate to escape, struggling to overpower Jacks senses, trying to do what it was made to do.
  • The Frenchman shrugged. "Plenty of people would like to slide a knife between his ribs or crush his skull. He does not try to be popular."
  • Tryasps scored four tries, three of them coming from john rudd, the other from fly half mark van gisbergen.
  • He made sure the guns were ready to put into immediate action, and off we marched down a curving slope. The Master had said his words over the grave, but neither he nor the men felt happy with the rushed ceremony. "At least," he tried to console himself, "the man's body is safe from those demons."
  • "I'm sure you would, but it is still too risky to attempt. Dwarves are very resistant to magic. Anything you try may have dangerous consequences to us, and may do nothing to stop the dwarves. I will also suggest that during battle you refrain from attacking the dwarves directly with any spells you have not previously cast with certainty."
  • More thick lines, curved and tangled, closer to the center but still leaving a blank hole in the middle. Was dad working on carving wards on his own? He must be, and that must be why Calvin Briggs told him to take on a student to help him out. The banister was the first thing Dad started working on after Mom left, but I had assumed that he was carving wards he and mom had already established as "safe" wards. It was possible that he was trying to modify the wards so they had a different effect than the other ones.
  • He tried to paint the face several times, but a hot discomfort churned in his stomach when it began to resemble the killer. Without the face on the canvas, the painting wouldn't be complete. So the fool painted, and repainted. Sometimes he just stood there for hours on end, staring aimlessly at his work, until hunger or fatigue pulled him away.
  • "From the moment of my birth, humans scorned me. Humans refused to acknowledge my superiority and grant me the rights that my powers demanded. Humans tried to defeat me. Humans exiled me, twice, and so it is that humans must suffer in return."
  • A soldier on the march is hemmed in and borne along by his regiment as much as a sailor is by his ship. However far he has walked, whatever strange, unknown, and dangerous places he reaches, just as a sailor is always surrounded by the same decks, masts, and rigging of his ship, so the soldier always has around him the same comrades, the same ranks, the same sergeant major Ivan Mitrich, the same company dog Jack, and the same commanders. The sailor rarely cares to know the latitude in which his ship is sailing, but on the day of battle--heaven knows how and whence--a stern note of which all are conscious sounds in the moral atmosphere of an army, announcing the approach of something decisive and solemn, and awakening in the men an unusual curiosity. On the day of battle the soldiers excitedly try to get beyond the interests of their regiment, they listen intently, look about, and eagerly ask concerning what is going on around them.
  • He couldn't worry about it now, however, with the imposing bulk of the Borer before him. Pacian had started to work on the other side, stabbing at its exposed flank with great effectiveness, drawing painful grunts with every strike. Aiden opted to change tactics, stabbing with the point of his weapon instead of trying to slash through the armoured hide of the Borer. This turned out to be a little more effective, drawing some blood from in between its chitinous plates.
  • As they try to weaken the yen without triggering retaliation from the Americans, Japans policymakers have their hands full tackling the other big item on Abes agenda: ending deflation. At its monthly meeting on Jan. 22, the Bank of Japan is likely to endorse the new prime ministers call for more aggressive action to bring back inflation to the worlds third-largest economy, with the central bank increasing its inflation goal, from the current 1 percent to a new target of 2 percent.
  • The Bronze Gear series was a set of novels set in an alternate-universe, steampunk themed antebellum south where the civil war ended because of a zombie apocalypse. It had been a guilty pleasure, Ill admit, and always had a spot on the top shelf regardless of what books I grew out of and replaced. The main heroine always ended up getting caught up in some end-of-the-world situation and managed to come up with spur of the moment plans to save everyone. She was young, attractive, smart, and had no problem speaking her mind. I had always liked to think I could identify with her, but when I tried finding solace in the fifth book, which had always been my favorite, all I could do was roll my eyes. She dove into situations too quickly when she should have taken the time to plan better. She tried using guns against the zombies.
  • I tried to do him proud and look less terrified. Yeah, right. I was shaking like a leaf. Devlin had worked magics on me a few hours ago and it had worked. I remembered the mumbling, quivering mess I had been and felt sick. If Breandan and Conall hadn't come along, I would have probably given him my amulet and agreed to go wherever it was he was trying to lure me to.
  • Then again, this story is getting pretty convoluted. Its hard enough to know what really happened in Benghazi in September. Its harder still to implicate Rice in some kind of cover-up. This weeks events will undoubtedly provide more fodder for another round of Sunday-morning talk shows. But the story McCain and Graham are trying to sell is getting harder and harder to swallow.
  • Hal woke, and gazed around in dazed surprise. He had fallen asleep, after all! And his dreamsHis dreams melted in his memory even as he tried to gather them. He could remember nothing he could put into words.
  • After that, he went to the large bookcase that had caught his attention earlier. Surprisingly, he discovered nothing even remotely interesting there. Most of the spines on display had Chinese writing on them, or some other language. What few there were in English - The Gardens of Bonbon OHoy or Charlotte Efferbys Effortless Companion, for example - appeared so inane as to barely merit even a cursory glance. He tried taking one of the foreign books out, simply to see if it contained anything more worthwhile inside, but found that it was wedged so firmly between the others that it wouldnt budge. He tried another, but again the book was packed-in too tightly to be of any use. He didnt bother trying any of the rest; by then, what little enthusiasm hed had was already well on the wane. He took himself off to the window instead, where he could watch Niamago go by while waiting for something to do.
  • I hung up the phone and fell back on my bed. I was trying to be a good person, really. I felt like I was failing, though, like something a part of me was just unable to function the way it was supposed to. I felt the worst for Nobuko - she was a pretty passive person as it was, but I couldn't tell if she accepted my apology because of that or if she was a genuinely faithful friend. I hoped it was the latter. I didn't need any more guilt over how I had treated my friends.
  • This fairy-lord had intimidated me when I'd first met him, but not anymore. Two people had tried to kill me. I was pissed, tired, had a full bladder and an empty stomach, and he was making it worse. It was hard for me to keep a semblance of calm when Breandan had only just been healed and I had been parted from my vampire-boy. He was pushing all the wrong buttons at the wrong time.
  • Shaking her head, Calista tried to beat away the assaulting images and to regain her balance. "Iits nothing. The drink." She trembled with suppressed memories. Hadrian looked afraid to touch her. When she finally calmed, she tried to veer the conversation away. "You must tell me a better secret than that. How old are you? What are you? A born Atlantian? One who has lived Above?"
  • "Fuck me," Barbara said as she headed toward the exit a full seven minutes behind Henry. She knew it was a long-shot, but hoped that it wasnt too late to catch Henry at Penn Station. Of course by this point, Henry was trying to come to his senses but the smell of Barbara on his fingers was making it quite difficult to shake her.
  • Almost immediately Omari felt better. The Flight attendants were saying things to Noah, cleaning up the mess hed made in the aisle, asking him if he needed any other help, and finally trying to make him sit down and buckle his seatbelt again. She lifted her head and looked into Noahs eyes, and saw pure terror. Omari was thinking about how all of his paranoid thoughts had been realized in that instant.
  • Benjamin lifted the head of the guitar, taking aim at what he guessed must be the bulk of the swarm. But it was difficult; his hands felt cumbersome and saggy, unready for the moment. He tried to strum and missed; the second time his fingers brushed the strings but made no discernible sound. "One sec," he said, in a small, tremulous voice that spoke of just what he was: a boy so suddenly panicked that he couldnt even comprehend the obvious. He checked the guitar, with some vague notion that there might be something wrong with it. "No!" Strifer screamed, glancing feverishly to the sky, then back to the boy. "Let go of the neck - LET GO OF THE STRINGS!"
  • Silence. A sound from overhead and a bit forward. What is it? Legons ears strained trying to place the sound. It was like breathing, but it couldnt be. The breaths were long and deep, he couldnt think of anything big enough to breathe like that. Then a thought came to his mind: Only a dragon would breathe that deeply. His body became rigid. Its a dragon!
  • This time I didn't try to guide my hand, I just let it create lines and curves at random, until something tugged at my subconscious, and a half-formed memory began to materialize on the page before me.
  • Cross town from me, Sam was entertaining another one of his MarryJew.com floozies. I often wondered why so many people would sign up for a site with the name MarryJew if they had no plan of making a commitment. If the sight was called SleepWithJew.com then their intentions would be more easily understood. For many single New Yorkers, the concept of marriage was something they were constantly trying to get their hands around. Marriage for many city girls became a business proposition more than looking for true love. Years of dating without tangible results set these women back on their heels and completely jumbled any thoughts they might have had about a fairytale romance. Sams dating history wasnt much different but he always saw fairytales as just that, tall tales.
  • None of it is new for the founder of Los Angeles-based Muddy Waters LLC, who said he stopped trying to bet against Chinese companies this year after government agents hindered his analysts and harassed workers at a storage company he owns in Shanghai. "Tattooed gangsters" came looking for him, he wrote in an e-mail to Bloomberg on Dec. 4, retaliation for his success uncovering financial sleight of hand at companies such as Sino- Forest Corp., which is now bankrupt.
  • "The pain seems to be gone." He tried squatted in Indian style, like Mukarjee, and found that this posture, too, brought no discomfort.
  • Liseli lay with her face in the grass, tears running from her eyes and snot running from her nose as she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her legs and the dull pain in her head. She grabbed a handful of tangled weeds and tore them from the ground. She needed to vomit, but there was nothing inside.
  • Willow stood silently and allowed me to have a minute or two in order to get control of myself. I crouched down like a baseball catcher and tried to just breathe deeply. It took fifteen minutes, but I finally had myself back in check by the time I stood up.
  • Seeing his gloomy face as he frowned at his wife, the officers grew still merrier, and some of them could not refrain from laughter, for which they hurriedly sought plausible pretexts. When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap. Several times Rostov, covering his head, tried to go to sleep, but some remark would arouse him and conversation would be resumed, to the accompaniment of unreasoning, merry, childlike laughter.
  • Only a few casual attempts had been made by family members to talk to Daniel about his non-vampire dad, mostly by Maggie trying to make sure that her son was all right. She knew that living amidst denial was no way to live a few centuries, even if Daniel was an extra-special vampire born with more tools than the average supernatural being.
  • All that day and the next his friends and comrades noticed that Rostov, without being dull or angry, was silent, thoughtful, and preoccupied. He drank reluctantly, tried to remain alone, and kept turning something over in his mind.
  • She immediately smelled a perfume that was not her own and figured that this would be the last time they would be at such close range without trying to kill him. In fact, she had lost her appetite even before the waitress came over.
  • "My uncle doesnt approve of my boyfriend. Hes tried multiple ways to get rid of him, and I cant help but suspect that hiring a nice, young bodyguard might be his next attempt."
  • Barnins unit was with Legon. The tall one, Ankle, was fighting a man. The soldier fell and tried to get up, but Ankle thrust down, stabbing the man in the chest. Keither saw the tip of the sword exit the soldiers lower back instead of his chest. He saw another of Barnins unit on the ground, holding his hands up futilely as he tried to keep a horse from trampling him. The horse was trained well and reared up on its back legs and drove its front hooves into his chest and abdomen again and again. Keither shook his head and looked away. He noticed Sara and the Elveschief medical officer standing by them.
  • "Do something complex and interesting, well see if it tries to do it." Gabriel pushed me forward. The Chimera bulled up.
  • "Brother, I'm impressed by what you will go through just to get Blade to touch you," Billy joked weakly, trying to keep things light after this terrible tragedy.
  • The goblin did not know how to count. He stammered as he tried to explain. "A small group, not too many, but more than would be needed to scavenge food."
  • "As long as she was on the scene he could not take any action without a horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved. But the instant that she was gone he realised how crushing a misfortune this would be for you, and how all-important it was to set it right. He rushed down, just as he was, in his bare feet, opened the window, sprang out into the snow, and ran down the lane, where he could see a dark figure in the moonlight. Sir George Burnwell tried to get away, but Arthur caught him, and there was a struggle between them, your lad tugging at one side of the coronet, and his opponent at the other. In the scuffle, your son struck Sir George and cut him over the eye. Then something suddenly snapped, and your son, finding that he had the coronet in his hands, rushed back, closed the window, ascended to your room, and had just observed that the coronet had been twisted in the struggle and was endeavouring to straighten it when you appeared upon the scene."
  • "It's fruitless to try and search every possible location for new tunnels in this world, and frankly I don't have either the authority or the contacts to do this. So," he said with an air of finality, "I need to search from the other side."
  • The best he could make of it, Alcott had been conferring with a colleague named Cylferth concerning a relic that had been recovered from an excavation, or a mine of some sort. The new language must have been written by this Cylferth chap. There was no point trying to read it, so Aiden went back to skimming through for anything interesting.
  • The petrel screamed and revulsion danced in Ambrosius' brain as he jerked forward and away, away for ever from his home, from love. His face was a mask; suffering lay deep in the crypt of his soul, booby trapped with vicious spikes of self-loathing. Every time he tried to access a fond memory of Sunbeam those cruel barbs shot forth and, as his mind lay bleeding, the living skeleton of Sunbeam loomed over him, and the whole of his mind's eye was eclipsed by that terrible, cadaverous facehis mask twitched and ticked but still did not give way. With every yard that trailed behind him he was further from himself, from truth, from light. He was not conscious of it but with every flap of the petrel's wings he was becoming a thing of darkness, like the shadows of Sunbeams hut.
  • This wasnt like him. Something wasnt right. He forced my arms above my head and leaned in for a kiss. I squirmed and backed into the wall. He kissed my forehead. I jerked my head up and hit his mouth. His head tilted back as he licked the blood from his lip, but he didnt learn his lesson. The next time he leaned in, I kicked him. It felt like kicking solid rock. My foot throbbed. It didnt even faze him. He rubbed his cheek against mine and kissed my forehead again. I continued to squirm around and try to get loose. He stopped caressing me suddenly.
  • Coming to the oilnut wood on our reverse trek, we determined to try the expedient recommended by Doctor Tannahillthe use of oilpig meat to vary our diet and stretch our stores. We soon enough found only a starving man would eat such, no matter the mode of preparation. It was consigned to the mutineers.
  • She shifted her arms, trying to find enough traction to push herself up. This was quite foolish considering her glasses were still clutched in one hand. She heard them crunch against the floor.
  • But it's by no means clear what threat al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb, or for that matter its ally Ansar Dine, one of the Islamist groups controlling northern Mali, poses to the United States. As terrorism exert Daniel Byman notes, al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb "largely lost its struggle in Algeria" before joining forces with al Qaeda's high command in Pakistan and trying to wrap its longstanding fight with the Algerian military into the global jihad. And rebel groups such as the Tuareg have a long history of using harsh tactics to extract concessions from the central government. Is getting involved in their parochial struggles the best way to keep Americans safe?
  • The rest of us were quick to pipe in, but at least on my side, the sentiment was a little half-hearted. Unlike Jasmin, Jessica never had come around, never made her peace with the fact that because of me things were going to go downhill in a hurry after tonight. I'd tried to get both Rachel and Dominic to explain why she hated me so much, but neither would give me a real explanation. Rachel would always just get mad and say there was no excuse for how Jess was acting. Dominic always refused to say anything other than that Jessica had been through her own set of struggles, and had her reasons for her behavior.
  • Leanne gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "This shouldn't take too long. Just try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone."
  • 'She has all along, since her coming, been trying her power, slowly but surely. That big child-brain of her is working. Well for us, it is as yet a child-brain. For had she dared, at the first, to attempt certain things she would long ago have been beyond our power. However, she means to succeed, and a woman who has centuries before her can afford to wait and to go slow. Festina lente may well be her motto.'
  • "That's all well and good," Nellise replied, trying to squeeze past the back of Colt's chair, "but if we're going to be heading into harms way down in the ranges, I want to buy some better equipment first. Unless Colt can say for certain that we won't be in peril...?" They all turned to look at the big ranger, who looked uncomfortable under such scrutiny.
  • "I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious. He did not like to agree with him in everything and felt a wish to contradict. Though he usually spoke easily and well, he felt a difficulty in expressing himself now while talking with Speranski. He was too much absorbed in observing the famous man's personality.
  • James let off the first kick, a short jab of one that went for Jims knees. Jim managed to dodge it and send James flying over against the wall that somehow popped up out of nowhere from behind Stalin. James shook his head and tried to clear his vision.
  • The giant German Sheppard paced warily in front of the edge of the forest, her head bobbing up and down as she seemingly tried to track something through the trees. She let out a low, warning growl, sniffing the air quickly.
  • Bane dragged her along a deserted street, his boots ringing on the cobbles, his cloak sweeping behind him. She stumbled after him, sick with horror. A young woman clutching a baby ran out in front of them, her eyes wide with panic as she fled some unseen threat. She screamed and tried to scramble away from Bane, but he leapt after her and grabbed her long hair, yanking her back.
  • "I am not trying to emulate him, but while he is strong with character and has the body of an Elf, I have the fat for three. Doing without is just as much good for me as eating my ration is for you."
  • Are there any of you listening to this that haven't figured out how we got past the guards yet? Yeah, I know it's not very original, but it worked in Star Wars, and storm troopers are only slightly brighter than trolls. (I suspect trolls are better shots, though.) I tried to convince Josh to shape change, and to howl like a wookie, but he wouldn't go for it. Besides, in werebeast form the guards probably would have recognized him, but as a human? According to Drat, all Darksiders looked alike.
  • "Who would try to pick a fight with him? Hes so big…" Jillian asked and everyone turned to look at Sarah for an explanation.
  • "Anyway, I was just kidding. I have no intention of letting them go. They could try to attack another girl one day in the future, and we cant allow that. They are definitely going to the police. We just need a better cover story. Ah, I have an idea." Rosalie pulled out her phone and dialed the number that humans used for emergencies. She used her best human voice to imitate a scared young woman. "Yes, I want to report an emergency. Im at the corner of Vale and Shandon StI saw three men attacking a girl, but she managed to run offAnd then a gang of youths walked past and tied up the attackersNo, the gang left too... No, I didnt get a look at their facesSorry, officer, noThe men are here, tied upNo, I have to go, now.
  • "Don't even joke about that, you cruel bastard," Colt spat, turning to glare at the blond rogue. "Clavis may have had his problems, but he died trying to save us, so if you ever crack wise about death again, my fist and your face are gonna have a short conversation." Pacian lowered his gaze at the outburst, and wisely held his tongue.
  • Krista didnt know much about the dark clique and neither did anyone else. I didnt even try to make up any Ember-intrigues about them because I wouldve ended up getting extremely frustrated. Every time I casually mentioned one of the dark clique kids to Krista, she would say something like "Im not sure who he is" or "Shes kind of new". She didnt even know any of their names, for heaven sakes. This was crazy.
  • "Samantha said she was trying to keep Gina alive while you were fighting with Dominic, but it was no use. He crushed her trachea, and she died."
  • Queers And Nancies Trained As Stewards/Quench A Nagging Thirst And Sleep/Quite A Nice Trip All Survived/Queer And Nervous try Another Service. (Originally Queensland And Northern Territory Aerial Services).
  • Continuously blasting jets of fire to illuminate the surrounding countryside, Steve was able to keep the circling griffins at bay. Every so often one would skirt the flames and try to attack one of the men who had fallen in behind him, but an intense blast was all it took to send the offending griffin retreating back up into the sky, squawking angrily. However, while he was able to keep the griffins in check, Steve discovered that he was unable to let his attention stray, for if it did, then the ever observant griffins would attack the moment his flames lessened. Man, they were fast!
  • It was the type of behavior that led to certain mutiny, but no one ever got the chance to voice their opinionor usually even had one. The only person who did being Carsis, and even he had grown too weary to object on Valaira's behavior. He was too distracted trying to stem the tide of madness, driven there by 28 days of staring at nothing but ocean and sky. The only thing that broke up the monotony was an occasional cloud, a brief shift in weather or that ever-lasting dark line scraping the sky right in front of them. "The Rip" as Valaira had put it. One that as they drew closer seemed to fade, becoming more translucent like a shallow ray of black light, shining up from the horizon. As thin as it was now, Carsis could not imagine how they even saw it from as far back as they had been. Now it seemed only a matter of days before it was in their grasp.
  • Amid the turmoil of his activities and distractions, however, Pierre at the end of a year began to feel that the more firmly he tried to rest upon it, the more Masonic ground on which he stood gave way under him. At the same time he felt that the deeper the ground sank under him the closer bound he involuntarily became to the order. When he had joined the Freemasons he had experienced the feeling of one who confidently steps onto the smooth surface of a bog. When he put his foot down it sank in. To make quite sure of the firmness the ground, he put his other foot down and sank deeper still, became stuck in it, and involuntarily waded knee-deep in the bog.
  • The guardsalways loyal to the generalstopped on command, their hands still itching on the sword hilts though, ready to sink blades into the heart of the mad Irishman. Benedict demanded of Isaac, "Who are you and what are you trying to attempt by challenging me?"
  • "Of course Aiden, and thank you again," Olaf gushed obsequiously. Tired of looking at the man, Aiden trudged out of the office, ignoring the secretary as he went past and stood outside in the rain, trying to think of how to dispose of his grisly package. Burying seemed pointless, considering the flooded ground, and by the time he reached the Inn, he hadn't thought of any proper way of disposing of it, so after making sure nobody was watching, he whirled the sack around his head and threw it over the town wall nearby. It would probably be washed away by the river, but he was too tired to care anymore.
  • On entering the earthwork he noticed that there were men doing something there but that no shots were being fired from the battery. He had no time to realize who these men were. He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm. He also saw something else that was strange.
  • His journey to the village of Stinkybadger was rather uneventful. He hated uneventful journeys. Only one group of bandits attacked him during the past week. And that's despite him trying to look as non-threatening as possible in order to encourage them. This was a truly pitiful area.
  • A jaw-cracker of a yawn took me by surprise and I shook off a little sleepiness. Damn straight I was on my way to class even after my pre-dawn drama. I could not skip class; the punishment was not worth it. I was pretty much good at everything I tried and took eight classes instead of the six most Disciples preferred; Martial Arts, Explosives, Subterfuge, Entomology, Demon Theory, Equestrianism and Alchemy. This morning I was tired and could feel a grump coming on, but I vowed to keep it together a few more hours for the sake of appearances. My plan was to get through the day with my head down, deal with the dead thing in my closet, then sleep and wake up to everything being back to normal. Rather, as normal as they were before.
  • 'Imprisoned!’ she complained. 'While you went off on an adventure. No!’ she added, as Hal tried to convince her that their experiences had been anything but, 'I dont want to hear a word. Just dont you dare leave me behind, next time.’
  • I went down the hall and got to her door and tried it. It was unlocked, and if I'd been a gal in that den of wolves that door would have been bolted and propped closed with a chair as well. But I thanked God for her trust in men and opened it.
  • The doctor came every day, felt her pulse, looked at her tongue, and regardless of her grief-stricken face joked with her. But when he had gone into another room, to which the countess hurriedly followed him, he assumed a grave air and thoughtfully shaking his head said that though there was danger, he had hopes of the effect of this last medicine and one must wait and see, that the malady was chiefly mental, but... And the countess, trying to conceal the action from herself and from him, slipped a gold coin into his hand and always returned to the patient with a more tranquil mind.
  • The next three days were all about readying for the big North-South game scheduled to take place at the North gym on Saturday at 7:00 pm. Bruce and David used the days of practice to reacquaint themselves with each others games and reenergize that special bond they had as kids. They were no longer trying to sort out the intricacies of their family life, including the dramatic turns and breakthroughs of their own personal lives. The real goal here was unearthing years of buried and layered joy amidst the triangle of Bruce, David and their biggest fan Harold.
  • Aaron was a good sport, but he also like to be the Centipede record holder, "Last game before all of that delicious chicken pot pie," trying to see if he could get inside the head of his younger opponent.
  • This is the past, the past, Maggie gulped furiously, trying not to panic. That smile meant nothingNOTHING! ... Im watching what happened in the past; Aedan lives, he LIVES!—
  • Tray spent the ride to school explaining all the joys of taking Shop Class to Willow. She obviously knew that my brother was going to use his gift of obliteration so they could take the same classes. She threatened him with an unsharpened pencil if he even tried to register her for that 'testosterone fueledcourse. I wondered if his gift would work on her. Their Shop Class joys vs. certain death with the first broken fingernail debate continued as she walked into the administrative offices with him. She ended up with Creative Writing during his Shop Class. I guess either his obliterations dont work on her or Tray relented.
  • She sighed and looked at Rakuen who already knew what would be asked of him. She tried to decipher the emotional codes flashing across his face. What was going on behind that façade? All eyes were on him, waiting.
  • The long, thick, and somewhat fuzzy hairs of Kaeina's wings wavered in the light breeze, hairs that lined a membrane wing more like that of a bat than a bird, and yet more attractive than the dark, bony appendages of the beast of earth. Six limbs, Jorden considered again, trying not to stare, and a tail that was almost a seventh, a long fleshy thing that came from beneath her skirt and writhed for a body-length behind. Then there was the small winglet that waved at its end.
  • When nothing happened, my mind flooded with doubt. Don't do any more magic, stay in my own realm, my own way of thinking. Would that help? My thinking took me nowhere. We could hurt her if we tried the Unlocking Spell too soon.
  • Were not the first people to be going through this. I remember talking with an old hippie on Salt Spring once, who told me about how in the sixties they left everything, just simply rejected it and walked away. What else did he say? I focus, trying to remember. He told me that a lot of people couldnt handle it because they had to give everything up. They went from suburbs to no structure, from meatloaf to no meat, from having everything to having no possessions. They could only handle it for a while, he told me, and then they simply got tired of all the lack. So, they ended up rejoining the system to get it all back.
  • Maggie hurried towards the bow. The princes flagship was grinding against another, smaller warship, its great jibboom shattered, its vast sails unmoored and snapping in the sky, the captains wheel unmanned and spinning wildly. Men and demons were shouting from that ship and flashing off to board this one. Gyssian corpses lay everywhere before her, or hung from beams above her, swaying and creaking with the motion of the sea and the random crunching impacts, or were piled on one another, knives and swords and arrows sticking out of them, pools of green and red blood everywhere. She stepped around the bodies, over them, between them, trying to avoid stepping in the gore but finding it impossible, rushing as fast as she could. She had to get off. She had to get off now! NOW!
  • "What is going on with you anyway?" Mr. Cohen asked me. I kept my focus on the food and shrugged my shoulders. "If you don't stop doing this you'll wind up either in jail or worse," he said trying to get my attention. I continued to ignore him and ate the last piece of the lasagna.
  • Gladys tried to wrench herself free, but for a senior citizen this woman had a death grip. Gladys tried to scream, to plead, but she could not make even a sound.
  • I cleaned up all the dishes after dinner and put on a movie in the living room for anyone that wanted to watch. Arvin was pretty much done with worrying about mom and dadwhether it was because mom was back or because worrying made him tired I wasnt sure. I didnt blame himI was getting pretty tired myself, wondering if dad was actually going to get better now that mom was back, and how long it was going to take mom to get better, if at all. They sat in the living room once I told them I had gotten a movie going, but I could tell they werent paying attention. Dad was looking at mom the whole time, trying to take her hand, but whenever he touched her bare skin she shivered and tried to curl up into a tighter ball. She just stared off into the distance, as though there was something watching her, and she needed to keep it in her sight.
  • Normally, as Llywelyns woman, I rode into the village, even for the short distance from the castle to the market, but at nearly nine months pregnant, I wasnt allowed near a horse, much less on top of one. Beside us, two of Llywelyns men-at-arms walkedBevyn again, undoubtedly irritated at being left to mind me, though Llywelyn had tried to appease him by implying that this was a grave responsibility and hed better not screw it up, and Rhodri, the young man whod befriended Anna at the Gap, a lifetime ago now.
  • Ryson looked back to them and gave his final commands. "Light two of the torches. Keep the rest ready by the fire. I want you two men at the door with the two lit torches. When the rags start to disintegrate, throw them back in the fire and light two more. Keep someone near each window but stay to the side and don't make a target of yourself. And watch for breaking glass. If something tries to get in, call for a torch and burn it. Keep the front door closed but unlocked. If you see one of your own running through the streets, get them inside quick. If something else tries to get in, put a torch in its face. You'll know what your enemy is when you see it. I'll try to keep an eye on this place, but I have to help outside. Your safety is as much in your own hands as anyone else's."
  • Melody remembered the slaps her mom had given her, the only time Melody had ever been physically punished by herand then the aecxis, like a nuclear explosion in Melodys visionlight!—red and blinding and furious. The overwhelming urge to use that light on her mom, to hurt her badly, to make her pay for Yaekos tears and the lies she heard her spewing over the phone to the doctor, to her father. Melody remembered trying to leave, to escape, to be with her beloved friend, to rescue her. But the aecxis was rising like lava up her spine, into her brain. The painpain! … Melody had closed her eyes against it, but it tore them open anyway. A jolt of mortal agony had fed through her then….
  • "Big brother, will you please take Jasmin out on the dance floor so she can get some practice following. I tried to lead last time and she kept tripping me."
  • Omari fell over with Lotuss bulk on top of her, pinning her leg at an unnatural angle beneath her body. The pain was excruciating and she screamed. Something was definitely broken, and with more ligaments and tendons damaged. Lotus whined on top of her, putting more pressure on her damaged leg. This was bad, very bad, and at that moment she chose to worry about whoever did this coming back while she lay here helpless and in pain. Helplessness was not something that Omari ever liked to feel, and it spurred her to try getting up. She shifted Lotus off to the side, letting some of the pressure off of the broken leg.
  • Valentin stepped back down off the dais and tried to marshal his scattered wits. "Your majesty," he said, then cleared his throat, "I come on behalf of my niece, the Empress of Jovan. Jovan and Merot have been at peace for many decades now, and Jovan is eager to continue in that state, which has brought happiness and prosperity to both our peoples." He paused. "There is, however, the matter of Northtower. Your army damaged a valuable military asset."
  • As Hawksworth tried to rise, he felt a bolt of pain through the shoulder where the tiger had slapped him. He looked to see his leather jerkin shredded. Arangbar seemed to notice it too and he turned and motioned to Nadir Sharif, who signaled to another man, who called yet another. Moments later a physician was bending over Hawksworth. He probed the skin for a painful moment and then slammed a knee against Hawksworths side, giving the pained arm a quick twist.
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