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f. çalışmak, iş yapmak;
emek sarfetmek, uğraşmak, meşgul olmak;
vazifeli olmak, memuriyeti olmak;
başarılı olmak, iyi netice vermek;
etkilemek, tesir etmek;
çözmek, halletmek.

i. iş, çalışma, meşguliyet;
görev, vazife;
eser, kitap;
el işi;
çalışma yeri;
fabrika, tesis;
, argo. tüm;
sirke köpüğü;
sevap kazanılacak iş.
(sonek)... işi, -den yapılmış.

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  • A report published in January 2011 by the Diario de Noticias, a leading Portuguese newspaper, demonstrated that in the period between the Carnation Revolution in 1974 and 2010, the democratic Portuguese Republic governments encouraged over expenditure and investment bubbles through unclear public-private partnerships. This has funded numerous ineffective and unnecessary external consultancy and advising committees and firms, allowed considerable slippage in state-managed public works, inflated top management and head officers' bonuses and wages, causing a persistent and lasting recruitment policy that boosted the number of the expensive and highly privileged redundant public servants. In addition to risky credit and out of control public debt creation, the state-run services and departments mismanaged a wealth of European structural and cohesion funds for almost four decades. Apparently, the Prime Minister Scrates's cabinet was not able to forecast or prevent any of this when symptoms first appeared in 2005, and in 2011 the country was on the verge of bankruptcy.
  • I unzipped the jacket and touched the mark. It glowed a faint blue color. It had worked for Fenrir, maybe it would work for me. I pushed on it as hard as I could and felt it start to bring magic together. It was filling me up. I pushed until I thought I would explode from it. I slammed both hands into the ground, willed the power into the earth and felt a tree come alive.
  • "You have asked whether we could provide you with information on our business partners and suppliers. I am sure that you will appreciate that disclosing information on our partners and certain transactions would be contrary to the confidentiality obligations imposed on us unless we seek and obtain prior approval from our principals. As much as we want to cooperate with the work of the Court, that cooperation is proscribed by national law."
  • "I am well," she said, smiling somewhat easier. "There are few guests within the court, and little work this morning."
  • I chose a selection of fine brushes from the front of the room, which worked well because the other students seemed to prefer the thicker ones. Mr. Bales provided us with a palette each, and showed us how to change the viscosity of the paint by adding linseed oil. There were a number of techniques to learn, but I grasped the concepts quickly. Before long, I was ready to start my first painting.
  • "Although Ernesto has reported that your work is satisfactory, he does not want to keep you as an apprentice. He feels that you dont respect your work."
  • Jack replied, "A friend of mine makes these. He works at a garden center so he can get all the ingredients he needs. They're pretty strong stuff." In short moments, everyone present had taken one. They drank rum-cokes and talked as they waited for the acid to take effect.
  • "I have, but I had to work my way up. Usually a student is already well-versed in a magic by the time they come under the tutelage of the Masters. As a result, all that remains for the Masters to do is survey the skills of the student and administer some sort of test to see that some minimum level of mastery has been met. Then, when the other Masters have done likewise, the student may return to specialize his or her training. Most of us spend only a few days with each Master," he said.
  • Annies mouth hung open the moment she saw the black skinned porter. She had never come across such a man, had never expected to ever see one. Stories had been told of such dark men from Algiers working at the seaport in Palarmo, but she never imagined them looking as they did.
  • As he preferred to spend most of his time outdoors, Noah had done very little work on the interior fixtures or furnishings, and since most of Omaris belongings had been lost in the fire, she had very little to contribute to the contents of the house. The living room, bedroom, and kitchens were decorated in what might be considered a manly stylerustic leathers and unfinished dark woods that matched the exterior of the house. Because the house had been originally contracted out by Noahs parents, some of the rooms had an almost Victorian feel to them. The downstairs bathroom where Omari had taken the pregnancy test had an antique claw foot bathtub and other vintage fixtures. While she thought that the claw foot bathtub was cute, the size was somewhat impractical for her wings, and the peeling yellow paint on the walls hurt her eyes. Shed been meaning to paint it forever, but just hadnt gotten around to it.
  • Guardsmen stood alert at the city gates, minding their posts in silence. They rotated every hour to drink and cool down. The walls were never unattended. There were also soldiers on mounted patrol; the men rode camels instead of horses. The finest camel breeders worked in Parthos, and nomadic tribes from the Death Sands ventured there to improve their stock.
  • When morning came and David awoke around eight. They talked about school, his work in metal working was flourishing, Jenny and Kara, His grandma and even how Mark has been doing.
  • He was a little tired from the journey, and seeing as there was no one around, he sat down on the ground with his back leaning against the Particular Tree, and started humming a tune, a composition he had originally made up back in his musician days, a time he had tried to leave behind but which he could never quite get rid of. The tune emerging from his lips now was the same tune that had been haunting him for months, even years. The patterns had etched themselves into his brain cells so indelibly there was no working them out, same as the thoughts that refused to stop drifting along within.
  • He stood, and slowly began walking, wandering aimlessly, working his solitary way back from where he had come the long night before. Within a short time he found himself in front of the Nashville Hillshire hotel. He slowed and stood silently peering past broken glass into the lobby. He could see her in his mind, her hand out, smiling that smile, reaching out to Donahue. 'I had to meet you,' her voice echoed in his mind. 'I've been following your work very closely.' Donahuethe great and powerful Doctor James DonahueNobel laureate Doctor James Donahue melted in her presence like flaming marshmallows. He swallowed the throbbing pain in his throat and turned away.
  • "We need something to believe in," said Weldon. "Can't you feel that emptiness out there? The idea of God doesn't work anymore. We need something else, and the only thing I can think of is a religion that believes in a utopian world where there's no violence and money is obsolete. I was hoping that I could convince you to help me somehow, join me, but maybe we don't really need anything to believe in. Or maybe even if the world was perfect, a paradise, we'd still need something more to fulfill our spiritual needs, like the idea of a reality beyond this one. I don't know. Maybe we're just screwed." Weldon laughed.
  • 'Come on,’ Hal said. 'Weve left them far behind us. Now all we need is to work out some way to get across Isavellir.’
  • Coon was still angry with Allison for refusing to try to work it out through counseling. She had been sleeping with her boss for almost five years and last year just before Christmas she decided to end the lie over breakfast. Coon still remembered that morning so clearly.
  • The army reached its destination. Scouts were dispatched. Elves were located in a small grove. So a plan of action was developed. Developing the plan meant that von Winespear decided to send the infantry into the grove and slaughter the enemy. Cavalry and archers would stand at ready to shoot and ride down any elves attempting to escape. It was a simple idea. Simple ideas had always worked for him before. Perhaps because his forces had always outnumbered the enemy by some ridiculous ratio, like fifty to one. Perhaps because 'the enemy' usually was a starving band of marauding orcs or something similar. Most likely the combination of two. General von Winespear didn't expect this encounter to be any different, therefore he saw no need to change his strategy. Elves, orcs, gnolls, koboldmons, what's the difference?
  • On some days, the slaves would stand in a line and pass the stones up to the laborers at the top of the keep. But today, with Lord Richard gone, work was not so organized. Slaves tried to get jobs in other areas, such as thatching roofs or tending animalsanything so they would not have to spend another day carrying rocks. Osbern FitzRichard didnt seem to notice that the labor grew more disorganized as a result. All he seemed to care about was that the slaves were working, and he paid little heed as to what they worked on or why.
  • I thought it was now time to end the scene, which was becoming too comically grave, so I went towards the door, simply saying, 'Come, my friends, we have work to do. Goodnight.'
  • The General didn't shift his eyes, just continued to stare unresponsively. 'We haven't recovered it. I had them working on itbut nothing much…. Well, nothing could have survived.'
  • In such ways are reputations built. Yet what was the background of this Spilkas, now at work with determination at demolishing a hearty wheel of Brie? Until he had appeared boarding the ship following the denouement in Oolsmouth Fradjikan had not detected his presence. Perhaps hed merely taken passage with the others; it was too soon to tell. If Spilkas didnt look any more impressive at close-up than hed seemed from afar, he did have some potential in his own right. In particular, he was proving very adept at giving no information of any substance. On the other hand, he affected a cane even though he had no obvious impairment, and vanity was something that could be played upon.
  • Anxious to make sure I got credit for all the work I'd done, I hurried up to the front of the class before Alec could get to his feet.
  • His lips twisted into a sneering smile. "Your magic will not work on me, witch, my father made certain of that. I am so glad you could join us today. Sport has been hard to come by lately, and I have missed it." He raised his head to address the soldiers behind her. "Take her and bind her!"
  • We passed the turning to Monkton and began to climb the long hill up to the summit of the ridge which separates Dorchester from Weymouth and the sea. There was a long stretch of white chalky road, with no houses and few trees. We talked of more personal thingsof Wills brother who worked for the Trenchards at Wolfeton, of his grandson who was doing well at the Free School in Dorchester, which I had attended as a boy, and of my uncle the wheelwright in Portesham.
  • The difference isn't as stark as it may seem. Despite the power-to-the-masses image Jackson outlines, he confesses to not being able to get Apple to tell him what they are looking for, if not academic credentials. Without some filtering process, Apple would be forced to do little other than interview candidates, given the number of people who would love to work for the Cupertino Kings.
  • "I am truly sorry to hear of her death. I spent a short amount of time in Redderin before the war and had some work down in her shop. You were a little younger back then. How long has it been since she died?"
  • Aerie squeezed through the double doors of the single bay garage. It looked like it had once been a barebones, working class carriage house, or maybe even a small barn with a hay loft. Its frame was twisted; its roof sagged. It looked like Rons kind of place, maybe even an upgrade over his last shanty, despite its lack of heat.
  • I dont like the fact that those pesky faeries are hanging around. They always cause me so much trouble. Getting in the way of the work I need to do. Itd be easy enough to deal with them but I dont want to give them a reason to come after me in retribution. The last time I had a blood debt with them they went too far.
  • The question came to me like a bolt of lightning. Never since the death of my father had I been reminded as to which organization my father worked for and why.
  • "Your children will be kept here until work on the building is finished. So long as you work hard and satisfactory progress is made, the children will be fed. If you don't work hard enough, however, we . . . I mean, the Yuzoi will stop feeding your little ones. Do you understand?"
  • All this they did themselves: the innkeeper would not even come within the walls of the outer court; he insisted that he had washed his hands of the whole affair, the silly dunderheads might go to their death their own way. He would not aid and abet them. One of the stable boys brought the basket of food and the wood and the bed up the winding stone stairs, to be sure, but neither money nor prayers nor threats would bring him within the walls of the accursed place, and he stared fearfully at the hare-brained boys as they worked around the dead old room preparing for the night that was coming so fast.
  • Lornya watched her cross and then turned back to the Champion, "I think it best to let her be by herself and work it out."
  • Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer-except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. Perhaps this was partly because there were so many pigs and so many dogs. It was not that these creatures did not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer was never tired of explaining, endless work in the supervision and organisation of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called "files," "reports," "minutes," and "memoranda." These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good.
  • "Well boys, I've spoken with Bron here and we have agreed that this is a fair mystery, in five decades of working the fields of the Northfold I have never seen a crop just dry up and die like this, some sort of pestilence or something, I don't know". He paused for a few moments.
  • "Company." In fact, I wanted information. Pitsconnection with the generator was suspicious and Pits worked for the Crossbones national headquarters - for the man Molly said was called Bull Dike. But however negative Molly felt about Pits, I didnt want her to sense my interest in him.
  • In the third part of the book are the last words of Jonathan's teacher: "Keep working on love." Through his teachings, Jonathan understands that the spirit cannot be really free without the ability to forgive, and that the way to progress leadsfor him, at leastthrough becoming a teacher, not just through working hard as a student. Jonathan returns to the Breakfast Flock to share his newly discovered ideals and the recent tremendous experience, ready for the difficult fight against the current rules of that society. The ability to forgive seems to be a mandatory "passing condition."
  • While Christianson and Erickson were the primary targets, there were another 20 attorneys that were going to be charged for everything from fraudulent hourly billing practices to evidence and witness tampering. Disbarment was in the cards for about half of these lawyers, while other half would be levied significant fines and professional censures. Rogers managed to save all of his peers that worked with him from the firm's infancy, in exchange for the keys to his summer beach house in the Hampton's. Lawson also swiped the title to Rogers' boat.
  • It was all no threat to Benny or David. Should the works fall apart tomorrow they would still be wealthy men of influence. There was, however, a sense of camaraderie. Existing in all of the chaos was an overall "in on it" mentality. New factions within the Temperance movement threatened to halt this stability. But no one was talking about that for now. Instead, Benny had other, more pressing issues on his mind.
  • Escol really did understand, but hearing the words repeated did not make him feel any better. Binah took his hand and looked around. Except for Ruadelf, the other guests were all good working people who had sought shelter with the scholars and anginears. The graying but still powerful Oncle Smyth was acknowledged chief of the artifexers while Fernanda, a thin woman Binah's age, represented a faber association. Dagan and Matrika were agricoles, farmers who worked outside tending the small gardens which provided part of the food needed by the people of Annles-Scientia. Unlike everyone else, their skin wasn't pale from lack of sunshine. Since the Dozent must remain neutral at all times, Binah usually spoke for the savant-litteratae who had been the original population of the caverns. Even though she came from one of the Honor Families and her husband's family, the Chancelars, had spawned very many genius scholars before Escol and his father, Binah recognized the value of all people. After all, anyone could rise through merit and intelligence or decline due to the lack of those.
  • The taller man smiled and motioned for the Professor to come with him to the glass enclosures. "Here at the interface lab we work on perfecting the synergy created by connecting the human brain to an external processor. These trials you see here are all iterations of types of computer/human interfaces or CHI's that we have developed."
  • Kamalanathan has been Wal-Mart's vice president of ethical sourcing since 2002. He sits on the board of the Global Social Compliance Program, which was formed in 2006 and now includes more than 30 companies that work on measures such as developing a clear and consistent message for suppliers.
  • Avery gently stroked his brethrens matted fur, splattered red with blood. His own blood boiled and his skin was on fire as he looked across the corpses of their still bodies. He cursed Jace Archane for interfering on their turf, and their plans. The almighty elite of the Ashen Twilight House thought he had the right for this massacre. Now it was free reign for retaliation. If this ceremony worked as planned there would be no more Ashen Twilight House and the mortals would be a feast for their pleasure.
  • By the time we entered my room, Vahan writhed, crooked, on my cot. I had insisted that he come upstairs. Once in my place, he couldn't breathe for the pain in his back. I didn't know what to do. I'd wanted to call an ambulance. "What for?" Vahan asked. "There is no medicine now in the hospitals!" Inside he collapsed onto my floor. I dragged him over to my bed, found my senses enough to call Lyosha. Upon my explanation, he'd commented, See, we are all svolechi. Another hour's work for Soviet brotherhood.
  • It became clear wed have to bring in an institute of higher education, to handle the administration it was increasingly obvious Sarah wouldnt do, and to cross check and support her work. At least here I was successful. I spent a happy time trawling through academia till I found a university which would give it a good home. I remember one delightful afternoon, lost in conversation with a professor atAll Soulsin Oxford. I felt, if only I were to knock a little harder on their door, the academic community would let me back in, as one of their own. That is, they would if I abandoned staff and clients and all else Id created, to work on my project. It ended, as it was bound to do, with my business partner coming to wag a finger at my hour and a half on the phone, neglectful of fee-paying clients.
  • Liseli didnt follow, instead gritted her teeth and walked over to a prone Ricallyn woman. No sense in wasting time standing around waiting. She couldnt carry the corpse herself but she could at least work at pushing and pulling it closer to the door. She glanced over at a watchful dog and shuddered, shaking her head as she bent to touch what had once been a woman. If only the dogs would just go away, fade into the shadows, now that they werent needed. Instead they seemed to grin as they watched her tend to their kill. She supposed she should be thankful they werent trying to feast on the bodies. That, she didnt think she could take.
  • Balance was everything in Brads relationship with Stacey. Their prior working relationship was based on deception, yet they managed to create a great deal of heat between the lies.
  • It hurts my heart when I think about what my brother has sacrificed for me. Tray should be off at college, dating a pretty co-ed and planning his future. Instead, hes (endlessly) stuck in high school, working too many hours in the afternoons and having casual, short-term 'pseudo-friendshipswith girls near his age. Thats not fair to him, by a long shotbut, I cant do anything to change his situation or make it right
  • He could not live, because all man's efforts, all his impulses to life, are only efforts to increase freedom. Wealth and poverty, fame and obscurity, power and subordination, strength and weakness, health and disease, culture and ignorance, work and leisure, repletion and hunger, virtue and vice, are only greater or lesser degrees of freedom.
  • Near the end of the shooting season Uncle Aub and Uncle Dod took some of the cousins, Robin and me shooting. By now males were superfluous at Grandmother's meetings, and I suspect the uncles were as bored as we were. Neither Robin nor I have been shooting much; when Dad is home he usually works Friday and Saturday nights, and Uncle J works at weekends, too. We both shoot at schoolit's the only sport Robin doesbut deer stalking is very different to clay bird shooting. You have to walk further, for a start.
  • Lou Berman worked as a Social Studies teacher at West Valley's junior high school, where he had been since the family moved from Brooklyn. His parents, Sophie and Peter, ran an apartment building on the upper east side of Manhattan near Central Park. Peter worked days as an ice delivery man and nights as the building superintendent. He spent little time with his two boys, as work always came before play. Sophie ruled with an iron fist and a thick leather belt. Peter died at the tender age of 51, undoubtedly of exhaustion, cutting short a life spent toiling and not enjoying. This, however, was the Eastern European work ethic. Lou's family came from Poland and Helen's emigrated from Austria. Pete only really knew one grandparent his whole life, as Sophie died of an already broken heart when he was only a few years old. She was never the same after her husband died.
  • He would end his remarks, he said, by emphasising once again the friendly feelings that subsisted, and ought to subsist, between Animal Farm and its neighbours. Between pigs and human beings there was not, and there need not be, any clash of interests whatever. Their struggles and their difficulties were one. Was not the labour problem the same everywhere? Here it became apparent that Mr. Pilkington was about to spring some carefully prepared witticism on the company, but for a moment he was too overcome by amusement to be able to utter it. After much choking, during which his various chins turned purple, he managed to get it out: "If you have your lower animals to contend with," he said, "we have our lower classes!" This bon mot set the table in a roar; and Mr. Pilkington once again congratulated the pigs on the low rations, the long working hours, and the general absence of pampering which he had observed on Animal Farm.
  • Jean brushed the question away. "Details, darling. Not important. work out the look first, and worry about the details later."
  • "Lots of G.I.s finish school," Sandra says, "but they still work hard enough to feed their wives and children. We have no children and we still cant make ends meet. I cant make the rent this month. What do you suggest we do?"
  • Will this plan work for the AKP? This is one of the most difficult questions to answer because there are many unknowns in what is a risky plan. Furthermore, the Kurdish Hezbollah is now in the process of establishing a new Kurdish party, to become a contender with both the AKP and the BDP in the region. It is very likely that with the AKP distancing itself from the conservative Kurds in the region, the Kurdish Hezbollah will be stronger after the next local elections.
  • "You are joking," she said, putting down her magnifying glass. "You want my honest opinion and maybe a reality check? I've never sold anything for $15,000. That's a Manhattan price. Go in there, find someone willing to represent you, and maybe they'll have a customer with deep pockets they can con into buying The Jynx as an investment. I just couldn't bring myself to do that to someone. I'm willing to try to move it for $2,500. Not as an investment, but as a work of art to put in the living room or the family room to enjoy and to show off to company to prove that they are cultured."
  • "Laura, today both sides gave their opening statements to the jury. Benjamin Messick, attorney for the plaintiffs, took almost three hours to tell the jury he would prove that Dr. Robert Gallo, who worked for the National Institutes of Health, and the Department of Health and Human Services wrongfully declared the virus called HIV as the cause of AIDS at a press conference in 1984. Further, Mr. Messick contends that the FDA improperly approved the drug AZT for the treatment of AIDS, and that the drug company called Burroughs Wellcome, now called GlaxoSmithKline, produced and distributed AZT to some 300,000 people who shouldn't have taken it. But the first surprise, according to Mr. Messick, is his contention that it was the AZT that actually caused AIDS in these victims, who later died, and says he will prove that they developed AIDS only because they took the AZT and not from the HIV."
  • Dan considers going back to work and waiting out the storms. The crackling coming through his open window is no ordinary thunder. It has a raspy, brittle edge.
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  • "Captain, my sincere condolences to you and to Mr. Elkington. Please be sure that worthless pilot will never work out of this port again. I cannot believe he was at fault, but hell be dealt with nonetheless." Which is partially true, Mirza Nuruddin told himself, since my cousin Muhammad Haidar, nakuda of the Rahimi, will take him on the pilgrim ship for the next Aden run, and allow him to work there until his reputation is repaired. "You were fortunate, at least, that the largest part of her cargo had already been unladed."
  • The Professor seems to take time to consider this. "What can I do for you? I take it this is not a social call." He swivels the chair towards them and Shiv sees he is working with a device that looks like a metal sluice. Flared at one end, the long rectangular assembly looks padded with what appears to be strips of carpeting. Shiv moves forward to get a better look until a glare from Spyderco stops him in his tracks.
  • Alix sighed. The ring could be shut in its strange little box and stored away in the tower. Power, however, could not. She was, after all, the crown princess. All she could do was control her power - use it sparingly and always for good. But then she shook her head sadly. That was all very well in theory, and Alix had always depended on theories; but the real world didnt work theoretically. Of all the things she had recently learned, that was the most important by far.
  • In fact, not at all discouraged by the failure of his entrepreneurism, Todd continued to work on his rap opus for a solid forty-nine years. Even after heavily editing, including the removal of a 15,000 line digression about the speculative rise and fall of King Pete, the entire rap took an impressive seven and a half hours to perform.
  • Carla was as forgiving and she was positive, and she was also ruggedly beautiful. She would never grace the cover of a fashion magazine in a swanky dress, but if you put her in a pair of tight workout shorts and a cut-off tank top, she would sell a bundle of fitness magazineseven as a pregnant girl. She worked out every day and had gained only 12 pounds going into the last few months of her pregnancy.
  • "Youll probably have a sore back for the first two days," Henrik warned the two ladies, who had never done this kind of work before. But they didnt take him seriously. By eleven-thirty the sun was so hot, everyone was drenched in sweat. Fortunately, it was getting to be lunch time, and they all returned to Cave Lagneaux, where an elaborate meal was waiting for them. The pickers left their dirty shoes by the door and sat down in the eating corner.
  • 'Gladys, you don't have to be a genius to work out that something unusual has been happening lately. You really have not been yourself, and I'm not talking about the fact you haven't even been to the arcade once in the past several weeks.' She squeezed her hand. 'Those storms were another thing entirely, never seen anything like it. Then you faint and the next day you don't need your glasses. Not to mention all the broken crockery I've been findingdamn it, girl, you even broke off the taps in the bathroom.'
  • It was during one of these scouting trips in the early summer of 1634 that he had seen Robbie at work and was impressed by the strength and stamina of the young lad. William Clayton had seen the potential of the boy and a boy of his age would be indented to his master until the age of twenty-one, giving Francis Tyler nine years of service, rather than the standard term of five or seven years. And Clayton also knew that Tyler was a man without sons and this saddened the man considerably. Clayton had a strong feeling this boy could be a substitute. So when Robbie approached him at the fair, even though he looked oddly ill and distressed that day, wearing ragged breeches and threadbare shirt and accompanied by a younger brother who was equally as ill and distressed and similarly clothed, Clayton decided to take the risk, knowing that if he displeased his employer, he would be the one who would suffer the consequences. The boys, he knew, would be spared any harshness for Mr. Tyler was a kind and fair masterand a gentleman.
  • "Be at peace," he answered, "for no man has yet measured his own work, and it may be you shall do more than all these. They laboured in their office, and you shall work in yours. But why will you have me tell you what to do?"
  • Tommy Cooper was working industriously on the creation of his sand sculpture masterpiece. He was delighted with this particular beach for its quality of sand. There was just enough lime clay in the sand to make it a perfect sculpting medium. The sand would support its own weight better than ordinary beach sand. The tiny shell fragments scattered throughout lent structural stability to the sand mix, which allowed him to experiment with designs that ordinary beach sand could never hope to achieve. He was also surreptitiously testing his new Special Sand Sculpture Cement; a subtle combination of seaweed, salt, calcium, and sea foam. He was hoping to produce an ionic binder, reducing evaporation and allowing the sand grains to bind for a longer time.
  • Thoughts of sleeping beneath the remnants of Astero were driven from my suddenly enlivened mind as it slowly worked to make sense of the encounter. Already, it was fading away from reality and into dream. The Pari were real, certainly, but why would she seek me outnot to claim retribution for the First Tree, but to frighten me from Gwydion? Shaken, I stumbled back to the castle. Mine and Auralia's rooms had been separated, for it is only proper for a woman betrothed to have her own chambers. It was a provision I was thankful for.
  • Captain Taylor smiled, but it was without humour. "Oh, they knew alright. Helgas repeated one-way trips with different children were easily worked out. But they never suspected that she was also spying. Her father was powerful, so they turned a blind eye to the smuggling. But the Gestapo watched her. Even Obersturmführer Meyer knew what she was doing. I think it became a game with them. They both knew that the other knew. They both knew that Jacob was living in her house and that she was smuggling his prisoners away. The game was trying to catch one another out. The verbal sparring between them must have been very interesting. Interesting and dangerous. And each time it got more and more dangerous."
  • Hawksworth looked about the village. It seemed to be ruled by cattle. They roamed freely, arrogantly, secure in the centuries-old instinct that they were sacred and inviolable. Naked children had begun to swarm after the carts, and a few young women paused to cast discreet glances at the handsome Rajput horsemen. But the main work pressed monotonously forward. It was a place untouched by the world beyond its horizons.
  • The Captain had obviously been distracted by something and Grahamas was willing to take a punch and fake unconsciousness to create the opportunity to find out what it was. He worked his way around the building as he headed down the road, staying close to the edge in case the Captain turned. He was focused on something else entirely and driving hard towards whatever it was.
  • Braaagh aimed a powerful blow at the Baron's head with its giant two-handed club and let out a roar to intimidate its opponent. This would have worked against a lesser man. This would have also worked against a smarter man. After all, the orc was big and strong and ugly. Scary. But Baron Oxrabbit wasn't one to be intimidated easily. He didn't even know the meaning of that word. He caught the blow on his shield. It made him stagger, but he paid no heed. He roared back. He wasn't going to get outroared!
  • In addition to his work with Gabriel, Rhodes has produced albums with T-Bone Burnett, Akira Inoue, Indio and Massimo DiCataldo. He composed the soundtrack for the Italian animated film La gabbianella e il gatto. Rhodes also collaborated with Peter Gabriel and Richard Evans on the Golden Globe nominated soundtrack for The Long Walk Home, music from the film Rabbit Proof Fence and has composed numerous film and television soundtracks with Richard Evans (as "The Footnote").
  • "’Tis calledthe evil.’ A most miraculous work in this good king, which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do! How he solicits heaven, himself best knows. But strangely-visited peopleall swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, the sheer despair of surgeryhe cures, by hanging a golden stamp about their necks, put on with holy prayers!
  • "Well, it's a good thing you aren't paid to think," retorted Kingston. "What you haven't noticed," continued Kingston as he read Warrick's confusion, "is that Ms. Green has recorded no less than twelve attempts by the Professor to visit Jameson in his lab. If that's the Professor trying to be friendly, then our reconnaissance team needs to be terminated. The Professor is normally consumed by his work and previously had very few professional associations, and almost no social ones that we were aware of. This effort to form a relationship with Jameson has me, for one, concerned. One false move and we have a serious liability on our hands."
  • "We have two different forces at work here. On the one hand, we have Alexander Lowery…" Max lists Lowerys life stats as he pulls Lowery in for a closer look. "He has procreated the race like no vampire either before or after him." He sighs, "Problem is, that each successive strand of life, or death as it were, becomes progressively more deficient than the last. This might very well disprove the theory that there is real strength in numbers."
  • Laylan shook his head. "I've worked as carefully as you have for this, and I don't want him spoiled to no purpose. Set a trap. Use him as bait. She will come."
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  • As the legal battle plays out, India has worked to extend its oversight. In March, it advised merchant ships transiting the countrys exclusive economic zone, which extends 200 nautical miles from the coast, to declare any armed guards on board to Indias navy.
  • Lief gladly continued. "Shayed has told us that the sphere remains out of the hands of any enemy. Its effect upon our land is based solely upon its own will. It is the land's misfortune that the sphere has gained its awareness. It works for neither good nor evil. It simply wishes the total extinction of all life. As to why, I can not explain."
  • "I'm closed tomorrow. You can pick them up any time Tuesday, morning, afternoon, or closing time. You don't want another week in my window? Then don't bother me with your seal. We've worked together a long time, but all good things must come to an end. You might notice that that's a clich�, darling."
  • Tamar let him go and he dropped to the ground, eyes open, staring at nothing. She gave him a kick and then apparently satisfied; she turned to the other one who was waving the gun at her in a trembling hand. He was working his mouth, but no sound came out. She moved toward him, and he fired off two shots. When they passed right through her, he dropped the gun and ran.
  • After several years of intense cramming, Michel got permission to establish himself as a physician. His studies were not completed yet, but he definitely wanted to go and help the plague victims in the country. In the back of his mind he always held the thought that the Black Death would awaken his dormant insight, according to the message from Hermes. The nineteen-year-old physician told François about his intention, who regretted it, but agreed that his friend was ready for the real work.
  • "I won't ever be like an Armenian girl-a good nevestka," I said. "I don't cook really. I don't like to clean. I am bossy and cranky and skinny and crazy and I like sex and I'm not a virgin and I work and have a career and I don't know if I ever want children and I don't believe in God-"
  • Insurance, dammit, insurance. This was real trouble. Id never worked an insurance case before, and I didnt want to start now. Look at it this way, a lawyer whod once shared a bottle with me had explained things. When you can ride for an hour and get to a new place where theres a totally new set of laws and jurisdiction, when people disappear without a trace all the time, either because theyre dead or just because they want to disappear, when you need to buy a policy in one city and know itll be recognized someplace else, youve got to have one key thing. Youve got to have some widespread authority nobodys going to argue with.
  • In the bed in this room lay Mrs. Pentridge's mother, Mrs. Ferguson, who had been paralyzed from the waist downward for the last year. Opinion in the house was silently divided whether it would have been better for her to be taken altogether or not. Mr. Pentridge thought it would be a merciful release for her. Mrs. Pentridge thought it was a merciful blessing that she had been so far spared. Mrs. Ferguson disguised her own opinion, if she had one, and concentrated her energies on making the most of what visitors and what talk she could still have. Doncaster had fallen into what he felt to be a ridiculous habit of showing her his day's work after tea, and was even, half-seriously, trying to teach her his own prejudices about art; not that he allowed himself to call them that. Mrs. Pentridge, who was also in the room, examining pillow-cases, welcomed him as warmly as her mother.
  • "Told you, she gets lost in the works of Doyle." Gabriel said. He was standing to one side of Fenrir. Fenrir was holding my book, so I was guessing he was the one that had called my name.
  • Wanting to leave her and be with him alone Sarah said "Connor we had better get to work or else youll have difficulty on the upcoming test." Those raptor hazel eyes instantly zoomed in on her and her pulse quickened up again. He walked over and gently took her hand saying "Later" to Kara. He led Sarah back into the living room and they sat side by side on the leather sofa.
  • "Depends on the power of the transmitter. Just milliwatts would do, somewhere within a mile or two. But the bloody bomb would never go off. work of a rank amateur."
  • Later.--We have met again. We seem at last to be on the track, and our work of tomorrow may be the beginning of the end. I wonder if Renfield's quiet has anything to do with this. Her moods have so followed the doings of the Countess, that the coming destruction of the monster may be carried to her some subtle way. If we could only get some hint as to what passed in her mind, between the time of my argument with her today and her resumption of fly-catching, it might afford us a valuable clue. She is now seemingly quiet for a spell . . . Is she? That wild yell seemed to come from her room . . .
  • "I have real work to do." Books had shaved his matted, unkempt beard, and would have looked good, except for his red-rimmed eyes and snow-pale face.
  • "Roger poisoned Torlains food. When Torlain died, his grudge died with him. No one knew who poisoned Torlain, so Roger kept working at the castle. Through the years I always knew where to find things and if the lairds men were after me, because he knew. He managed to get one of our children into service there. I always knew what was happening. I always had a plan for if the laird got too close. So I just kept sending my children places, setting them up in trades and places where they would find things out."
  • "We're even. Six-two, and even. There's too much going on that I don't understand. But it's starting to work out I can tell you that. Did Crandall talk to you?"
  • His hesitation lasted several more moments before he finally continued on to voice his further observation. "Cheyne, I find your obsession with death very concerning." He paused as she glared at him, and worked to soften his tone; careful handling was always wisest when dealing with her. "I realize that you have to deal with a knowledge the rest of us cannot hope to understand, but this reckless attitude you possess will do nothing to aid you, nor the tasks that you set out to accomplish." He suddenly wondered at his own daring for saying this to her, and suspected that no one else ever had.
  • Nicole at first resisted Philomenes attempt to reveal themselves, but when Philomene stepped forward she saw little point in hiding and the two women walked out into the road to face the strangers. They introduced themselves as Ibrahim, Rose and Therese, and said they were fleeing from Nyakunde after escaping an attack on the town. Ibrahim explained the attack on the hospital where they worked while Rose looked at the ground shaking her head and Therese fidgeted with the edge of her blouse.
  • The joke in the family was that Randy spoke to me. I seemed to know what he wanted whether it was water or an emergency trip out the door. Randy attached himself to me in the house, lying at my feet when I worked in my office at home reading papers or writing poetry. When I came home from work, he would be waiting to greet me with a frenzy of barking and licking and leaping, as if I had been away for a year. You can't help but love someone who puts on displays of affection like that.
  • The ground around the bucket was wet, watertight buckets being difficult to build with only one working hand. Pence crouched down and pressed his crude fingers into the damp silt while lifting his eyes to the sky. "Just like Mother used to make it," he shouted up to the old man, grinning, but when the gardener did not so much as flitter an eyelash, Pence sullenly stepped away from the bucket and knelt beside the purple jewel instead. He set a hand upon its lustrous surface. "We had a good run, while it lasted," he whispered tenderly.
  • Like most great geniuses Seurats art was misunderstood at first. The exhibit in which this huge painting was shown banished his work to a room that was too tiny, restricting the viewers from seeing the BIG PICTURE. Huysmans a contemporary critic infamously noted that if you, "strip his figures of the colored fleas that cover them, and underneath you will find nothing, no thought, no soul; nothing. Nothingness in bodies whose contours alone exists." But he, like so many of your race, was of little mind. He could not face the truth of the painting, and in larger context, life: that existence is nothingness. Seurat was telling the truth that there is nothing but nothing. Everything else is only a distraction.
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