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  • Rordan knocked on the door with the nameplate of Master Dunlin Beag next to it. An imperious man answered. He wore an oversize gown that drooped on the ground and reading eyeglasses hung low on the bridge of his nose.
  • Tahkshi crossed to the window, muttering incoherently until he spoke quietly, "he who tries to help Hades shall hear three beats before he dies." he stamped once. Twice. Three times, then turned slowly on the spot and threw off his cloak. He wore a red sleeveless shirt with black buttons, which were the same shade as the casual trousers he wore. His arms, ending in red fingerless gloves, were what made Blue Cloud gasp. Grafted to each of the muscular arms was a red snake, winding around and up the arms until they reached his shoulder. Its mouth hung open, revealing sharp venomous fangs.
  • In England. Where baths were limited to the face, neck, hands, and feetand those only once every few weeks. Where women wore unwashed petticoats and stays until they literally fell off. Where a member of the peerage was recently quoted as complaining "the nobler parts are never in this island washed by the women; they are left to be lathered by the men."
  • Leaving the cavern afterwards proved to be slightly anticlimactic but as the group trekked down the mountain, Caelia's excitement began to build. She was actually outside and proving she could do anything a mere adult could. The hike was more arduous than she had expected but tired muscles did not lessen her fortitude. The trail down the mountainside was narrow and camouflaged. Stairways made the hike easier in steep places but these were so well hidden that frequently it was difficult to tell which stones were part of the stairs and which were just loose rocks. Everyone wore a backpack and groups of men carefully lowered carts with good brakes down the slope; thus the manufactured products of Annles-Scientia were carried on the first leg toward the outside world.
  • I didn't have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set down in the wigwam to think. But I couldn't come to nothing. I thought till I wore my head sore, but I couldn't see no way out of the trouble. After all this long journey, and after all we'd done for them scoundrels, here it was all come to nothing, everything all busted up and ruined, because they could have the heart to serve Jim such a trick as that, and make him a slave again all his life, and amongst strangers, too, for forty dirty dollars.
  • The centaurs came behind, dwarfing the fauns. Corry knew their king at once. Targon walked with the fluid movements of a deer in spite of his bulk. His fur was blood redalmost the color of the centaur flag. His bobbed, glossy black tail swished restlessly. On his human torso, he wore only a short black cape with red trim and elaborately embroidered high collar, which covered only part of his heavily muscled belly and chest. His human hair was the same color as his tailblack with no trace of gray. He had sharp, deeply intelligent green eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee. Corry noticed that he wore a coiled battle whip as shelts might wear a sword.
  • When they arrived within the hall he found the martial tribunal ready assembled for his trial. A long table was placed in the centre of the room, upon which lay swords, caps, and feathers. At the farther end from the entrance sat Sir William Berkley, as president of the court, and on either side some eight or ten of his officers, all clad in the military costume of the day. Their gay doublets had been exchanged for buff coats, surmounted by the gorget alone, for the vambraces, with their concomitants, had been abandoned during the commonwealth. Some of the cavalry and pikemen, indeed, still wore head and back pieces, in the king's army,[12] but the Virginian officers were generally dressed at that time as we have described them.
  • She wore a long hooded robe of brilliant white which could be seen to trail on the ground behind her.
  • At the start of the year, no one could have predicted that the Busterstough closer, Randy Oakes, would be demoted to a setup role in the bullpen. But as the season wore on, the manager, Carter Junior, grew tired of Oakess "high-wire act." While Oakes saved four out of five chances on average, none of them were easy. With increasing frequency, Carter Junior brought in Batista or Gomez to finish games. And so the pitcher once considered to be the quintessential Buster, with his off-field militia-style camouflage outfits and his stony stare, grumbled about the demotion and declared his intention to move on as soon as possible if he didnt get his original job back.
  • So was the other guy on my market group team. His name was Chester and the first time I met him I thought to myself, this has to be a joke; It wasnt. Chester was what a pedophile should look like. Everyday, he wore khaki pants with a faded polo. His hair was short and sandy colored. He was a little over weight and always wore a tan windbreaker. He also wore prescription Oakley glasses which on a regular person would make them look good and en vogue. For Chester however, they seemed to add to the molester motif that he had going. It didnt help that he ate lunch in the park with a bag of candy everyday either. I didnt think he was a child molester but I wouldnt be surprised to see him on "How to Catch a Predator." In truth, most people would trust their kids with Michael Jackson before Chester.
  • His hand was lifted to his head, and his face wore a look of deep distress. He seemed to realize, in an uncertain way, that he was not quite right in his mind.
  • I drew his attention to about half-a-dozen fierce-looking men in showy coats and lacquered hats, who came up to the garden, stared hard at us, and then walked in. Each of them, I noticed, wore a sword, and a kind of dagger stuck in his belt, and this made me at once recall their offensive looks and contemptuous manner towards us, and think of how far we were away from the ship, and unarmed, save for the ornamental dirks which hung from our belts, weapons that would have been, even if we had known how to use them, almost like short laths against the Chinamen's heavy, broad-bladed, and probably sharp swords.
  • Behind Pa, a man took shape in the darkness, then stepped into the light. Gwenny wore a loose white shirt and tight white pedal pushers, but Johnny Tepes wore a black T-shirt and jeans. He said, "Hello, Mr. Drake."
  • They had dragged me from the waggon when they searched me, and I stood, still twisted and warped, in the midst of them. But the stiffness was wearing off, and already my mind was very actively looking out for some method of breaking away. It was a narrow pass in which the brigands had their outpost. It was bounded on the one hand by a steep mountain side. On the other the ground fell away in a very long slope, which ended in a bushy valley many hundreds of feet below. These fellows, you understand, were hardy mountaineers, who could travel either up hill or down very much quicker than I. They wore abarcas, or shoes of skin, tied on like sandals, which gave them a foothold everywhere. A less resolute man would have despaired. But in an instant I saw and used the strange chance which Fortune had placed in my way. On the very edge of the slope was one of the wine-barrels. I moved slowly toward it, and then with a tiger spring I dived into it feet foremost, and with a roll of my body I tipped it over the side of the hill.
  • One man stood out from the rest. Where the others led mules, he rode a beautiful bay gelding. Where the others wore chain mail, he had on gold-washed half-plate. Everything about him screamed nobility. The Duke of Viborg, I presumed. He sat there astride his horse and took a long, lingering look at his surroundings. The back of my neck went cold, and I held absolutely still: not breathing, not blinking. His eyes slid past me. For the first time in months I forgot my hunger.
  • A little dust cloud was traveling up the trail toward the Bar Double G, the center of which presently defined itself as a rider moving at a road gait. He wore a Chihuahua hat and with it the picturesque trappings the Southwest borrows on occasion from across the border.
  • He looked at me for a minute with a shit eating grin on his face. It was the kind of smile that pricks wore when they were angry. Just the fact that those types of guys smiled when they were angry pissed me off. What kind of idiot smiles when hes angry?
  • It had grown lighter now, and a thrill went through the Army Boys crouching in their covert as they saw that one of the prisoners wore the American uniform. He was facing the men who sat at the table, evidently his judges, and his back was toward the eyes that were watching him so eagerly from the wood, but they knew in an instant who it was.
  • Past the pantry and into the kitchen he fled, his precipitate haste nearly causing him to collide with another masked figure that had just entered from the garden. Instinctively the two men recoiled. Van Dam saw that the stranger wore a black domino like his own, and that a white gardenia was pinned over his heart--it was a twin to the flower that reposed upon his own breast.
  • "No use talkin'," Sandy broke out suddenly that night as they were smoking their pipes in the bunkhouse, "that Wilson is the finest feller that ever wore shoe leather."
  • She had prepared herself carefully for this interview, spending an hour before her silver mirror braiding her long black hair because Amalric had said he found her lovely in braids. Her face in the mirror looked anxious and pale, though she had pinched her cheeks to give them color. She pinched them again now. She wore a long green velvet gown that clung to her figure, with a belt of gold links that emphasized the slenderness of her waist. She wanted to look her best for Amalric, though she knew it would be useless to try to be seductive with him. Not because he did not desire her, but because he knew she did not desire him.
  • Then she looked up and saw that the mountain peak wore a crown of flame. "Oh, dear God, no," she whispered. The fire arrows of the crusaders must have ignited the wooden buildings.
  • Prescott remembered afterward that throughout the interview the Secretary remained in the shadow and he was never once able to gain a clear view of his face. He found soon that Mr. Sefton, a remarkable man in all respects, habitually wore a mask, of which the mere shadow in a room was the least part.
  • Coming down the street of the village was a procession. At its head walked two persons, evidently of high rank. They wore mantles, falling from their shoulders nearly to the ground, ornamented with designs executed in brightly colored feathers. They had circlets of gold round their heads, and heavy necklaces and bracelets of the same metal. Beneath the mantles they wore short petticoats of soft white material. Their spears and their arms were carried behind them, by attendants. Behind these came a number of men and women, walking in regular order, carrying bowls of fruit, trays of cooked food, and other offerings.
  • Rommus decided to break the silence if this man refused to. "I thought only Mages wore black, but you wear the boots of a soldier."
  • `Hush my pet. That's enough for today,' she whispered. He still wore his foolish smile, but he settled, and went to the living-room to watch the cartoons. Tess stood by the sink, gazing out the window across the garden. It seemed warm and comforting, and she drifted into a childhood memory of the deep shade of monkey-puzzle trees within which peacocks stood, silent and motionless, their glorious tails at full display.
  • "I want something," Delamere said, subdued by the sight before him. He stepped into the room and closed the door. Longswords appearance was horrible. His face was unshaved, haggard and bore a greyish tint, his hair was lank and unkempt and an odor clung to him which Delamere remembered but couldnt quite recognize and which made him uneasy. He was slumped in his chair and wore the same clothing hed been wearing for days. Only his angry, narrowed eyes showed there was life left in him
  • Rordan found the character of the people on the streets different from his old neighborhood. He took note of how the locals wore a lot more color and accessory. They carried themselves with more ease. His guess was it must be a result of the dryad influence and the fact that this neighborhood had been settled only near the end of the troglodyte wars.
  • Jackson wore his glasses most of the time, even though he only needed them to read or for computer work. He liked to appear intelligent and thought the addition did that for him. To anyone else he appeared harmless, a slightly geeky guy. He certainly didnt fit the look of a wife beater.
  • His dress was exceedingly simple, consisting of a coarsely-knitted blue jersey shirt that might have been the great-grandfather of the one Vince wore; and a pair of trousers, of a kind of drab drugget, so thick that they would certainly have stood up by themselves, and so cut that they came nearly up to the man's armpits, and covered his back and chest, while the braces he wore were short in the extreme. To finish the description of an individual who played a very important part in the lives of the two island boys, he had on a heavy pair of fisherman's boots, which might have been drawn up over his knees, but now hung clumsily about his ankles, like those of smugglers in a penny picture, as he stood looking down grimly, and slowly resettled his sealskin cap upon his head.
  • And this is Rajah, the mess-boy,"" said Riggs, indicating the black boy who stood behind him, clad in a white jacket with brass buttons, below which he wore a scarlet sarong reaching to his bare feet, and evidently fashioned from an old table-cover. The hilt of a kris showed above the folds of his sarong, and the two lower buttons of the jacket were left open, so that the dagger might be free to his hand. He grinned and showed his teeth."
  • Three days later Mollie disappeared. For some weeks nothing was known of her whereabouts, then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon. She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart painted red and black, which was standing outside a public-house. A fat red-faced man in check breeches and gaiters, who looked like a publican, was stroking her nose and feeding her with sugar. Her coat was newly clipped and she wore a scarlet ribbon round her forelock. She appeared to be enjoying herself, so the pigeons said. None of the animals ever mentioned Mollie again.
  • It was now brought home to me that Donna Isabel Barreto was henceforth to play no unimportant part in the prosecution of our voyage. She had recovered her good looks, and although she was older than any of us on board the "Golden Seahorse", and probably ten years older than Hartog, she nevertheless exerted an influence over the captain which I could see he found it impossible to resist. Donna Isabel had once more resumed her feminine attire, having stitched together for herself a wardrobe from the ship's stores of cloth and calico, and Hartog begged from me three of the rubies which I had found in the Valley of Serpents, which he presented to her, and which she wore sewn on to a black velvet cap.
  • I also took interest in one guy who wore a ball cap signifying he'd served in the 1st Infantry Division in Vietnam in 1969. I had served in the same unit during that time period. I hadn't confronted him yet with the news that I, too, laid claim to being a fellow Big Red One survivor of that most unfortunate expedition. I wanted to wait until I had more time to exchange old war stories with him. I expected it would be good to talk with an individual who most likely shared, at least, some of my experiences. He appeared to be every bit as socially challenged as me so I wanted to approach him cautiously. You never knew what you were going to get from a fellow Nam vet when you identified your colors. As they used to say in our unit back in the Nam, "If you're going to be one, then be a Big Red One!"
  • As Frances cycled past the drawing room window she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Edwina Ballard and her Aunt Wentworth standing together by the French window, drinking tea. Both women acknowledged her presence with a hearty wave. Frances was thrilled to see the old friends reunited, and fervently wished that time would restore their friendship to the degree of intimacy they had shared before Harold Wentworth had come between them. Fortunately for Frances the two older women didnt seem to notice that she was wearing a skirt modified for cycling. Frances had made the adjustments herself, and not only was the skirt shorter than usual, but it had a flat bon pleat at the back, with an arrangement of cords that enabled Frances to close the skirt after she had mounted the bicycle. The outfit wasnt as comfortable or as safe as the bifurcated garments she wore in Melbourne, but it was less conspicuous than bloomers.
  • The first time she wore the bikini, she hadnt failed to notice that she had turned the heads of every male on the beach. Of course, today, what does it matter? I could be swimming naked if I wanted. The nearest human being is on Praslin Island, over twenty kilometers away.
  • The riverside was already crowded with mourners, for there had been many deaths, and the air was acrid from the smoke of cremation pyres. On the steps above the ghats was a row of thatch umbrellas, and sitting on a reed mat beneath each was a Brahmin priest. All were shirtless, potbellied, and wore three stripes of white clay down their forehead in honor of Vishnus trident. The servants approached one of the priests and began to bargain with him. After a time the man rose and signified agreement. The servants whispered to Hawksworth that he was there to provide funeral rites for hire, adding with some satisfaction that Brahmins who served at the ghats were despised as mercenaries by the rest of their caste.
  • Percy Douglas was a fine-looking man, "wid a chest on him an' well hung--a fine fee-gure of a man," as O'Donohoo pronounced it. He was tall and erect, he dressed well, wore small side-whiskers, had an eagle nose, and looked like an aristocrat. Like many of his type, who start sometimes as billiard-markers and suddenly become hotel managers in Australia, nothing was known of his past. Jack Mitchell reckoned, by the way he treated his employees and spoke to workmen, that he was the educated son of an English farmer--gone wrong and sent out to Australia. Someone called him "Lord Douglas," and the nickname caught on.
  • Suzanne didn't ask what was wrong, or if I needed anything. She didn't do anything but let me cry it all out. It was relatively short as far as crying jags go, but it wore me out. All I wanted to do now was go back to bed and sleep for a few more hours, maybe let the pounding behind my eyes ease back. Since that wasn't going to happen, I'd do what I came here to do.
  • Of course, the labour was severe to men unaccustomed to the peculiar and constant stooping posture they were compelled to adopt, and on the second morning more than one of the party felt as if he had been seized with lumbago, but this wore off in the course of a day or two.
  • Uritus looked out the tiny window as the sun struggled to rise above the mountains. It was remarkably easy for him to find the Black Mages in Vindyrion; but wearing black robes out in the open made him easy to spot. Almost as soon as he descended the steps at the temple, a man claiming to be a Black Mage hurried him to his nearby home. The man was poor, but he still found food to feed his new Medoran friend. They stayed up all night talking and when the man was convinced that Uritus was indeed a Black Mage from Medora, he went to get a few more Mages. None wore any robes but Uritus, but he kept the hood down.
  • While thus engaged, we found an old trapper also making purchases at the stores. He was tall and gaunt, his countenance weather beaten and sunburnt, of a ruddy brown hue, his hair--which hung over his shoulders--being only slightly grizzled, while his chin and face were smooth shaved. He was dressed in a hunting-frock of buckskin, and pantaloons of the same material ornamented down the seams with long fringes. On his feet he wore mocassins of Indian make; his head was covered by a neatly-made cap of beaver; an unusually large powder-horn was slung over his shoulders, together with a rifle, carefully covered up; while in his belt, in addition to a knife and tomahawk, he carried a brace of pistols with long barrels, showing that he was accustomed to travel amongst enemies, and was prepared to make a stout fight if he was attacked. On seeing us, he enquired who we were, where we had come from, and in what direction we were going.
  • The next morning, Sarah wore a blue shirt and her white short shorts. Connor didnt wear a shirt, but he did wear his black pants and hiking shoes.
  • The Champion wore a smile, one that could almost be described as cruel and taunting. "Is that how it's going to play out, Valiant?"
  • Harding was also rigged out in his finest, and wore a pleased look at the prospect of meeting Celeste again, upon whom he considered that he held a special claim, and yet, underlying all, was an anxiety that some hitch might occur in gaining her release that would destroy all prospect of seeing her.
  • The seamen, in view of the cold and the wind, had for the most part slunk ashore, and were now roaring and singing in the shoreside taverns. Many of the ships already rode unguarded at their anchors; and as the day wore on, and the weather offered no appearance of improvement, the number was continually being augmented. It was to these deserted ships, and, above all, to those of them that lay far out, that Lawless directed his attention; while Dick, seated upon an anchor that was half embedded in the sand, and giving ear, now to the rude, potent, and boding voices of the gale, and now to the hoarse singing of the shipmen in a neighbouring tavern, soon forgot his immediate surroundings and concerns in the agreeable recollection of Lord Foxham's promise.
  • I have nothing to conceal, she said, proudly raising her head. "It was the most wretched and the most dangerous period of my life. While suffering humiliation at home, outside I was surrounded with attentions, with temptations, with pitfalls, like any woman who is seen to be neglected by her husband. Then I remembered: before my marriage, a man had been in love with me. I had guessed his unspoken love; and he has died since. I had the name of that man engraved inside the ring; and I wore it as a talisman. There was no love in me, because I was the wife of another. But, in my secret heart, there was a memory, a sad dream, something sweet and gentle that protected me...."
  • Is it surprising, then, that we caught our breath and flushed, and that our hearts leaped when we came unexpectedly upon the track of the two men who had dragged news from home for hundreds of miles over the snow? We knew the tracks well. Our intimate acquaintance with every species of track that was possible in that particular region, rendered a mistake out of the question. There was the step of the leader, who wore a snow-shoe the shape of which, although not unknown, was somewhat unfamiliar to us. There was the print of the sled, or toboggan, which was different in pattern from those used at Dunregan, and there was the footprint of the man in rear, whose snow-shoe also made an unfamiliar impression.
  • Rose used the bathroom, hearing Gray usher Liam out, then close their door. She emerged naked, walking to her side of the bed. The cami top she wore lay on her pillow, waiting for her.
  • Paul, somewhat shamefaced, took the familiar way into the garden, and stood rooted. A small striped tent of pink and white had been set up on the unshaven grass-plot, and five or six girls, all in white dresses, were seated near it round a tea-table. One, who had black hair and dark eyes, wore a crimson sash, and the rest had blue sashes with prodigious bows. Paul knew them all with one exception, but after the first glance he had eyes for the exception only. She was a lackadaisical young person of eighteen, with pale sandy ringlets and a cold-boiled-veal complexion; but he thought her a creature of another sphere, and his heart shivered with a strange, delicious sense of worship. He stood and stared, and his inward thoughts were poorly translated by his aspect, as happens with most people How long the dream held him he did not know, but the Vision turned, and he met the young person's eye.
  • Big Pete was a dandy, fond of color, fond of display; yet in spite of all this he wore absolutely nothing for decoration alone, but every article of use about his person was ornamented to an oriental degree. Gaudy and rich as his costume was when viewed in detail, as a whole it harmonized not only with Pete, his hair, his complexion, his weapons, but with whatever natural objects surrounded him.
  • I may add that it seemed extremely strange to me that it and the other which dealt with a particular temple in Egypt should have passed into Lady Ragnall's hands over two thousand years later in a distant part of Africa, and that subsequently her husband should have been killed in her presence whilst excavating the very temple to which they referred, whence too in all probability they were taken. Moreover, oddly enough Lady Ragnall had herself for a while filled the role of Isis in a shrine whereof these two papyri had been part of the sacred appurtenances for unknown ages, and one of her official titles there was Prophetess and Lady of the Moon, whose symbol she wore upon her breast.
  • When Hetty and Barney had finished their recitation, Johnny wore a look of frank disbelief. "If I didn't know you two better, I'd say you both been belting the bourbon bottle while I was gone. But this I've got to see."
  • Thus it came about that never could I find opportunity to tell her of that matter of what had happened at the court of the Great King. Still every morning she sent me some token, flowers or trifling gifts, and once a ring that must have belonged to her forefathers, since on its bezel was engraved the royal /urus/, together with the signs of long life and health, which ring I wore hung about my neck but not upon my finger, fearing lest that emblem of royalty might offend Peroa or some of his House, if they chanced to see it. So in answer I also sent her flowers and other gifts, and for the rest was content to wait.
  • To my left, a german skinhead wore a hackett shirt with a coventry city sticker stuck proudly across the middle.
  • It was an old woman, sure enough. She was skeletal and weathered, with a craggy face, a witchy, broken beak of a nose, and dyed yellow hair pulled stiffly behind her head. The blonde dye job seemed to glow, reminding him of the crescent of a new moon just as it rises off the horizon. She wore a thin, tight black tank top trimmed in inch-wide lace, exposing bony shoulders. A garish hot-pink bra strap showed on one side; it fell down a toothpick-thin, tattoo-covered arm. She didnt seem to notice it or even care. The tattoos were all skulls and flames and dragons and a plethora of Olde English-scripted names, all male, all faded and drooping. She held a cigarette between two very long, bony fingers, her pointed elbows propped forward on the bar. When she spoke she did so out the corner of her mouth; it was the same corner shed eventually insert the cigarette; then it would be the other corner of her maw shed natter out of. The cigarette jerked up and down as she perorated, the gray smoke rising in lazy curls past her squinting, heavily crow-footed eyes.
  • He walked away so quickly that I barely had time to note the ways in which he was not Pa. He had a north-Florida accent. He was short and round like Santa Claus. His skin was reddish-brown, and he wore a work shirt that matched his trousers. He carried himself with a military erectness that I envied.
  • His presence was so intense and took up more physical space than normal people. The overcoat he wore stretched across broad shoulders. His hands, large and inviting, lay folded in his lap. Beautiful and intense, his face betrayed nothing.
  • "There are some things I need to tell youAll of you." Though curious, she left it at that. His expression alone revealed that it should wait until they returned. And as they came to the clearing, where the group waited patiently, both remained silent. When they entered, some wore hopeful expressions while others held concern, but each reflected disappointment when they saw that Graham and El had returned alone. "Lanyan was right, he's goneand far away from the looks of it."
  • To all my attempted questions, by signs and otherwise, concerning the further end of the cave, the chief and others gave answers which were decidedly in the negative. They seemed even fearful of the chamber, now that we were trapped and unable longer to go out into the light and air. Nevertheless I did not propose to remain there motionless till death should bring me to a finish. I therefore made my way through the moving crowd, toward the torches. Fatty followed closely. His face was positively ludicrous in its solemnity, which was oddly mocked by the skull he wore on his head, for this ghastly thing had slipped rakishly down on one side.
  • So, as he always wore great gold bracelets on his little fat arms, and great gold jingling anklets fringing his little fat feet, he looked very royal indeed. Very royal and large and calm, for he was a grave baby with big, dark, piercing eyes and a decided chin.
  • An audible gasp filled the room as Venir removed his hooded smock. He wore a black sleeveless jerkin that exposed his hulking arms.
  • The old cow always wore the bell. Early in the spring, when there were no flies or mosquitoes to drive them up the cattle sometimes wandered off. At such times, when we went to our chopping or work, we watched them, to see which way they went, and listened to the bell after they were out of sight in order that we might know which way to go after them if they didn't return. Sometimes the bell went out of hearing but I was careful to remember which way I heard it last.
  • When Graice emerged she wore a new dress as well, one in a subdued mixture of dark yellow and tan. She had also taken her hair down from its bun so that the long thick braid hung down her back. When everything was ready, she and Sybille climbed into their cramped space in the wagon and the Madrre recounted her conversation with Holder for Graice. When she concluded, she asked, "Are you upset with me for talking to him before you awoke?"
  • Ehno pulled up the sleeve to his white scrubs he still wore to show the same symbol tattooed on his shoulder. "Were both telling you its not the Nebulous Sun. Its the Halo of the Sun symbolthe Guardians symbol. Those who wear it are protectors of mankind, not the other way around."
  • The man who had thus pinned the boy to the earth by his heel wore moccasins rather than boots, otherwise Isaac would have received severe injury, and as it was, the corporal's recruit suffered considerable pain before the foot was finally removed; but yet made no sound.
  • These men and their horses wore protective gear, making them much better prepared for desert fighting. The horses showed a bit of lather but did not appear as winded as the horse beneath Catrin. Vertook shouted and turned east, pushing their mount to the limit. Catrin was humbled by the dedication and courage of the Arghast horses, who gave all they had. Feeling such affection and gratitude for the mount that was so valiantly bearing her and Vertook, she placed her hand on the horse's croup behind the saddle, and unaware, her emotions--love, peace, and energy--flowed from her hand into the horse. As she touched him, her hand grew hot, and a tingling pulsated in her palm. The horse seemed to respond to her gentle touch and was rejuvenated. It leaped ahead of the horses surrounding it.
  • Passing to windward of the two frigates, which were named respectively La Gloire and the St. Denis, Captain Ward received a broadside from the latter, without replying to it, until he had crossed her bow within musket range, when he delivered a broadside which raked her from stem to stern. He then wore ship, and, passing between the two, fired his starboard broadside into the Gloire, and, almost immediately after, his port broadside into the St. Denis.
  • Putting his hand on her shoulder, Carter stopped her. He wore a funny smirk, and Avery met it with the most innocent smile she could muster.
  • I arrived back in the waiting room at about five to seven, dressed in full court costume. Every Rade has its own style, determined by the queen. Aunt Jane's style was a cross between Louis XVII and a punk band. My velvet coat and satin waistcoat were 18th century inspiration, full-skirted, and embroidered in gold and silver, as befits the Heir Fourth. The embroideries tell all sorts of things to people in the knowyour rank, your chief Rade, your ancestry. I wore dark green; Robin's green was lighter and brighter because he was a musician. He had less gold and more silver than me. Andrew, in murky blue, to show his Selkie connections, was already there, moodily leaning against the mantelpiece. He had a huge pearl drop earring in one ear. He was in silent mode, which suited me fine. Robin brought Calum with him. Calum was in reddish-brown, and glanced, embarrassed, at the rest of us.
  • She smiled again, and I caught my breath. Alison had always had that effect on me, more so than any beautiful woman I've known. Leanne and Sabrina wore beauty, practiced it, bent it to their will and used it to their advantage. Alisons beauty was an intrinsic part of her--her appearance, her manner, her personality--and it shone through in everything about her.
  • Seven copper coins. That was a bit more than she'd expected. If she recalled correctly, there had been twenty or so coppers in the soldier's bag. Her first thought as Myranda reached for the bag was whether she would have enough for a room that night. That worry was pushed aside by the chilling realization that the bag of coins was not hanging from her belt, where she had left it. She patted desperately about, hoping to hear the jingle of coins somewhere, but the only sound she heard was the impatient drumming of the fingers of the man waiting to be paid. Anxiety burned at the back of her mind as she rustled first one side then the other of her tattered cloak, shaking any pockets she had on her person. She knew she'd had it when she had come in. There had been the distinct clink of coins when she sat down. Her mind raced. Where could they be? As her panic grew, the bartender's patience wore thin.
  • I was recalling that when the werewolf walked in, as if my thought of him had been a summons. He was in his early twenties, just as I seemed to be, but in all other ways his appearance contrasted with mine. Jason was tall, tanned, and wore his brown hair in spikes. Hed entered through the back door leading to the apartment we shared. He saw her and flashed a smug smile at me.
  • Finding a parking spot proved to be a problem, leaving Avery with no choice but to pull her station wagon in way up the street. They climbed out of the car and began walking back toward Pirates Cove. Avery had changed into sparkly slippers and a white dress, while Kendra wore jeans, a black button-up blouse, and big shiny earrings.
  • Each ogre had a huge crude club, obviously made from a tree trunk. 'Made' meant that the tree had been torn out of the ground and the branches were broken off. Or eaten. Also, each ogre wore a loincloth made from something that had died a long time ago. That proved that even ogres living in the middle of the jungle had a sense of decency for some reason. While the garments helped with the visuals, they didn't improve the smell.
  • Back on the main floor, Stacey approached Brad who picked up his head and felt a surge of energy shoot through his body after a long, hard day. Her tanned face instantly had Brad wondering what the rest of her body looked like. The open buttons on her professional-looking indigo blue shirt gave a preview of how little clothing she wore on the beach of Aruba. Stacey had aged well despite all of the stress she had endured. Avoiding such vices as smoking and alcohol helped preserve the 40-somethings face and body. Of course, Stacey would say it was all of those spinning classes and personal training sessions that keep her body in shape.
  • "Grandmother…" He shook her shoulder gently. "I have the meat." Carinas shoulder-length hair was shock white. She wore it in a loose bun at the base of her neck, with a patterned fabric kerchief tied in the back, covering her head and ears. The vibrant colors of the kerchief made her skin look even paler than usual.
  • I could feel that you wore my robes. I came to see that it was true. I also come to tell you that the gods are now fully aware that Arius is dead, and Oderion has been using the god of life to contact Rommus Tirinius through dreams.
  • At that moment two late-comers entered the room and made their way towards their hostess, who appeared delighted to see them, especially the taller of the two, whose hand she slapped with good-humoured raillery. The shorter gentleman wore no mask, and the Colonel recognised Frank Fortescue. His eyes travelled to the other, who, unlike most of the men who only held their masks, had fastened his across his eyes, and they widened in surprise. The purple domino, worn carelessly open, revealed black satin encrusted with silver and diamonds. The natural hair was raven-black, the nostrils were pinched and the lips thin.
  • The Ajax came off the island about five days after leaving Raratonga. The two islands are about of an equal size, but in other respects are very unlike each other, as the highest part of Savage Island is not more than a hundred feet above the level of the sea. Instead of the savages Captain Cook encountered, and those who, as late as 1846, would have been on the coast, several canoes, with well-dressed, quiet-looking natives, came off to the ship. They all wore sad countenances, for they had indeed a tale of woe to tell. Captain Bertram inquired what had happened to them.
  • But the Khan had lost his magic. The emperor no longer wore clothes. A new giant walked the earth, and he barely stood five feet tall.
  • A sense filled her, one of both anticipation and dread. Her power had increased over the years, during the time spent traveling and gathering an army. Allowing her to cast spells in seconds, rather than in minutes like most. Unlike the few others that wore white robes, her power was focused on more than just healing; hers was destructive as well. She could call upon any element that existed and control it however she wished: shatter the earth below someone with only a few words and a wave of her hand, lift huge boulders without touching them and hurl them with deadly force, burn down an entire forest in seconds or bring life to a long since dead one. She could even still poison coursing through one's veins, or completely stop a heart. Not many had accomplished what she had in as few years, if ever.
  • A man, with the cap of a German officer, though otherwise he wore civilian clothes, came rushing out, tugging at his pistol. He had heard them running.
  • So at noon we left the city of the Great King in the charge of two of his officers who brought me his thanks for the bow I had sent him, which he said he should treasure above everything he possessed, a saying at which Bes rolled his yellow eyes and grinned. We were mounted on splendid stallions from the royal stables and clad in the shirts of mail that had been presented to us, though when we were clear of the city we took these off because of the heat, also because that which Bes wore chafed him, being too long for his squat shape. Our goods together with the bags of gold were laden on sumpter horses which were led by my six hunter slaves. Four picked soldiers brought up the rear, mighty men from the King's own bodyguard, and two of the royal postmen who served us as guides. Also there were cooks and grooms with spare horses.
  • A girl in her late 20s took his ticket. He noted her short jet black hair and very white face with bright mauve lipstick. He considered that she had not actually been exposed to any kind of sunlight for years. She wore a tight fitting, light grey business suit. She smiled at him. ‘Youre in luck. Brenda is out and Vampires are in.’
  • Crouching behind the rocks, they saw the second party dash into view--four in all. Three of them were men, but their leader was a girl, who wore a mask over her face.
  • From the very fact that he wore such a garment,"" the captain said at last, ""it would seem that this man is among the regularly enlisted men on this ship. However, that is by no means certain."
  • The creature within saw her first and the parody human-shape it wore swivelled round seconds later. He raised his hand, a sliver of metal appearing in his palm and he lurched forward. The demon screamed, the sinews on its neck expanding and threatening to burst apart, its body flexing and testing the fragile limitations of the human skin it inhabited.
  • He had a point. The dwarf wore his long hair in a braid, and his beard was also pleated. Every patch of skin was covered with jet black haireven his ears and knuckles. He was like a bearonly his nose, mouth, and tiny black eyes were exposed.
  • Gee spoke not. All he could think was how unusual it was that the Prince wore long pajamas under his cloak with grass-stains on his knees.
  • Kerrion still wore the silver circlet of a prince as he reined in his horse before the sweeping marble steps that led to the pillared archways of his father's great palace. The tall, gilded domes glowed in the sun atop pale walls built by master crafters in a previous age. He dismounted before the roaring crowds that cordons of soldiers held at bay, and turned once to wave before mounting the steps, his officers flanking him. The noise was left behind as he entered the cool, bare halls of the palace, a building that had outgrown its furnishings and whose grandeur was marked by an echoing emptiness, apart from a few cosy rooms. The scarcity of wood made it impossible to fill the many chambers with anything other than stone statues and a few paintings.
  • "Of course he knew. And I knew Arangbar would order me killed. Thats why I wore all my diamonds. I thought if I was to die, it must be my dharma."‘ She paused. "And you know, its strange but I felt nothing. Except perhaps pity for my pretty little courtesans. Some of them are only girls, and I wondered who would teach them after I was gone."
  • Three square meals were not to be sneezed at, as Randy irreverently expressed it; and not the least pleasing incident of the day was the five mile drive to a country church with the farmer's family, on which occasion Nugget braved the ridicule of his companions, and proudly wore his linen shirt and piqu vest.
  • The day wore on and Selena could not maintain her vigil permanently for the schoolhouse was closed for the day and her shop was filled with smiling happy faces, much as Falk had once been. Selena was franticly busy dispensing gob-stoppers and liquorish and sugar canes when one of the children, Boris Bywater son of the school master, announced that he much desired a honeycomb square. Selena saw that the jar which normally held the crunchy brown honeycomb was empty, so told Boris to wait but a few moments whilst she went to the out-house to stock up. The outhouse was a store room at the back of the shop which was normally locked during the night but because of the frequency of her trips out to it Selena left open during the day. As she pulled out an un-opened jar of honey-comb and made to leave Selena heard furtive shuffling at the back of the store-room. She turned and looked at the poorly lit back area of the store.
  • It was nearly four o'clock when we at last, after passing through the beautiful Stroud Valley, and over the broad gleaming Severn, found ourselves at the pretty little country-town of Ross. A lean, ferret-like man, furtive and sly-looking, was waiting for us upon the platform. In spite of the light brown dustcoat and leather-leggings which he wore in deference to his rustic surroundings, I had no difficulty in recognising Lestrade, of Scotland Yard. With him we drove to the Hereford Arms where a room had already been engaged for us.
  • Trevor looked over at the bar, just as a Halfling came into sight and walked towards the both of them. He was dressed much the same as Erling, but he wore a white apron (which had splotches of blood on it) and had several small instruments in his shirt pocket. He wore gloves, too, and looked very much like a miniature doctor.
  • The next second he had her in his grasp; held her writhing and twisting; and, through the confused trample and heavy breathing, he noticed a curious crackling noise as though the clothing she wore were made of paper.
  • The Duke's face twisted in rage as Elena stood still, fastened to the ground with terror as she watched the blur of the Maveth. The creatures swatted soldiers effortlessly from side to side, but more took their place. Some wore uniforms and others dressed in rougher cotton and wool weaves. The creatures struggled and roared against the wave of men, making slow headway.
  • All wore sensible traveling suits, and, in spite of the long journey, they appeared to be little fatigued. There was an expression of eagerness and impatience on the face of Gallup, and Mulloy seemed in a similar mood.
  • While we laid off after breakfast to sleep up, both of us being about wore out, I got to thinking that if I could fix up some way to keep pap and the widow from trying to follow me, it would be a certainer thing than trusting to luck to get far enough off before they missed me; you see, all kinds of things might happen. Well, I didn't see no way for a while, but by and by pap raised up a minute to drink another barrel of water, and he says:
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