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  • As the sun set, the veil of cloud wrack which had obscured the heavens all day was rent asunder in the western quarter, and we caught a glimpse of the great luminary hanging upon the verge of the horizon like a ball of molten copper.
  • But, before he had gone a hundred yards, he lost his first zest in the adventure. The darkness had thickened; and the vagrant wind gusts had tightened into a steady gale; a gale which carried before it a blinding wrack of stingingly hard driven snow.
  • Lightning. It came in sudden, blinding bars of brilliance when two twisters got too close to one another, the claps of thunder greeting Maggies ears seconds later, mixed with Conors wracking cries and silencing the fire wall and the rolling, booming staccato of the battle behind her, north of her. Maggie wondered: Wheres Necrolius? Why isnt he defending his own navy? Why isnt he confronting Conor right now? (Conor who, paradoxically, was more genuinely helpless in this moment than shed ever seen him.)
  • Scuzzy did his breath trick, tensing his diaphragm until his face flushed and his eyes popped like hardboiled eggs. "Nooooo you didnt, you slime, and you didnt break the generator or steal the camera or ruin the film or wrack up Sean."
  • Being sheltered by the high bulwark hard beside the quarter-deck ladder, I leaned awhile to stare about me and drink in great draughts of sweet, clean air, so that in a little my head grew easier and the heaviness passed from me. Ever and anon the moon peeped through wrack of flying cloud, by whose pale beam I caught glimpses of bellying sails towering aloft with their indefinable mass of gear and rigging, and the heel and lift of her looming forecastle as the stately vessel rose to the heaving seas or plunged in a white smother of foam.
  • Now, as she stood there in the pallid gloom, she suggested some tall, beautiful genius, presiding over the wrack of elemental things, facing a more glorious future.
  • In order to dispose of the body, Dorian employs the help of an estranged friend, a doctor, whom he blackmails. The night after the murder, Dorian makes his way to an opium den, where he encounters James Vane, who attempts to avenge Sibyls death. Dorian escapes to his country estate. While entertaining guests, he notices James Vane peering in through a window, and he becomes wracked by fear and guilt. When a hunting party accidentally shoots and kills Vane, Dorian feels safe again. He resolves to amend his life but cannot muster the courage to confess his crimes, and the painting now reveals his supposed desire to repent for what it ishypocrisy. In a fury, Dorian picks up the knife he used to stab Basil Hallward and attempts to destroy the painting. There is a crash, and his servants enter to find the portrait, unharmed, showing Dorian Gray as a beautiful young man. On the floor lies the body of their masteran old man, horribly wrinkled and disfigured, with a knife plunged into his heart.
  • Says Ross sourly, "We see the very wrack that we must suffer! And unavoidable is the danger now, for so suffering"—enduring without challenge—"the causes of our wreck!"
  • Ascophyllum nodosum ( egg or knotted wrack ) is a common brown seaweed which grows on sheltered rocky shores all around britain.
  • How do we do that? said Digger. "I suppose you want us to toil in one of your sweatshops for nothing at all, tormented by evil overlords, and wracked by disease."
  • Range raised his head violently to the heavens,"Oh my god why have you let this happen!Have I not been a good disciple? Have I not done my part to properly do as your edicts say! MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD!" He broke down again. Thundering sobs interrupted by curses and utterances of despair wracked his huge body.Nicky dropped to his friends side and laid his hand on his shoulder. Tears came to Nicodemuss eyes and slipped down his cheeks. Rolin, Cortibis and Sterling stood apart. They said nothing, but stood watch.
  • Cursing the slow, heavy weapon he was forced to work with, Aiden wracked his brains, trying to figure out a better way of hurting the beast. Looking around frantically, he spied a large chunk of rock nearby, so he threw the crossbow aside and crawled over to the rough stone. Grasping it with his gloved hands, Aiden heaved with all the strength he could muster, slowly moving the massive chunk of stone towards the large hole, spurred on by the terrified shouts of his friends from down below.
  • Halvard lays just before them. Morion can hear the nerve wracking sound of metal on metal, her fears have been consummated. Passing over the walls, they spot Alastor fighting in the midst of a glut of creatures. Amy lands, setting Morion down, followed by Mikha'el. They start to run after Alastor, but a battle between militia and turncoats spills out from a side street. Mikha'el gives his companions their weapons and the three join the fray.
  • Uk importance of tayside population: moderate grass wrack pondweed - eutrophication - neglect and drying out of ditches.
  • "And so, alas, that monster envy, oft the wrack of earned praise, by treasons knife seeks to erase Marinas very life!
  • It was too much. I collapsed onto all fours, hardly noticing the burning pain from my damaged palms, and let the wracking sobs take over.
  • Still wracked with spine-tingling convulsions, she moved further into the recess of the stairwell. At least there she was hidden.
  • Rolling toward them was a spreading wall of heavy clouds traveling at seemingly great speed, while below the wrack the water darkened ominously and became flecked with "white horses."
  • Feeling like the butt of a cruel and terrible joke, Zachary slumped to the floor. Broken bones ground together as great wracking sobs reverberated off the concrete walls of the stairwell. Zachary Pill the Coward had just becomethe World's Biggest Crybaby.
  • eside the castles lower gate, the new lieutenant meets privately with the general. Iago has played the skeptic while Othello, wracked with jealous anger, expressed the latest of his fevered imaginings.
  • She should not have stayed this long in Azille, but old Aleth needed her. Aleth, the weaver's widow, had wracking pains in her chest, which might kill her at any time. If Diane went away without giving her the consolamentum, Aleth might die and be reborn to another lifetime of suffering. But if Diane gave her the consolamentum, Aleth would be required to lead a perfect life from then on, or be doomed to Hell. And Aleth was a worldly woman, likely to stray from the rules if she got back on her feet for even a short time. Elderly though she was, she had admitted to having had four lovers since her husband died.
  • Slowly, slowly, the wyrm began to change color: two glowing green tendrils intertwined around the giants body under the surface of its skin. Spasms of pain suddenly wracked the great beast.
  • It was too much for her to hold back. She spun, and ran away from him, back to camp. She would not let that man see her in tears like this. Her husband is dead. She had to learn to deal with that. How could she? No matter how hard the days might have become, they were wildly, completely in love once. If only they could have another chance, they could find that ember of love, and nurture it until it was once more the burning flame that set the town afire with envy and happiness. Lying down, she cocooned herself in her blanket, pulling it over her head. The sobs wracked through her. Tears rained freely.
  • The necromantic blade begins to drain the very life from Cain, and eventually he simply disintegrates into dust, his clothes falling pathetically to the ground. The life stored in the blade transfers into Lucius, who loses control of himself, falling to the ground, body wracked by unexpectedly intense pain.
  • Then the flood hit square. It was the impact of resistible power. A great sheet of water rose like surf from the tail of the jam; a mighty cataract poured down over its surface, lifting the free logs; from either wing timbers crunched, split, rose suddenly into wracked prominence, twisted beyond the semblance of themselves. Here and there single logs were even projected bodily upwards, as an apple seed is shot from between the thumb and forefinger. Then the jam moved.
  • Nebber mind dat, Masser Mile. Masser Rupert nebber feel a saterfaction to be wracked away, or to be prisoner to Injin! Golly! No gentleum to be envy, sir, 'em doesn't enjoy dat!
  • The battle surged around him, and for a few minutes he couldn't tell if they were winning or losing. Half of the militia had fallen, but a greater number of the mercenaries had been beaten as well, many of them with clothyard shafts sticking out of their bodies from Colt's unrelenting assault. Without his expert archery, they would have been well and truly finished off by the sheer number of their adversaries. A crackle of lightning suddenly surged through the militiamen once more and caught Aiden as well, this time. His muscles were wracked with pain for a brief moment, and he fell to the ground, twitching involuntarily as he tried to regain control of his body.
  • It was with a panting rash that we reached the place, to find it must have been the house of the collector of the district; but it was all one wrack and ruin--glass, tables, and chairs smashed; hangings and carpets burnt or ragged to pieces, and in one or two places, blood-stains on the white floor, told a terrible tale of what had taken place not many days before.
  • The illness wracking Joffs body would kill him within another day or two. If he did somehow live through it, then Coursa still showed no signs of frailty or illness, so she would probably live a long time. If Joff did survive and Coursa did die then the arrangement would leave Jain with the best translator in The Holdings. "Ill look after him," Jain said. "But Id rather not have to. Is something wrong, Coursa?"
  • He did not notice that her voice was broken with tears, for the wind swept her words up to the trees and the boiling wrack of clouds beyond. But he knew that it was time for her to go. That wild pool of love and wind and stars was too sweet and dangerous a place for lovers to linger in. He wrapped her cloak about her and sheltered her back to the door from which she had emerged.
  • "Hearing so," says Gower, "Pericles puts forth to seaswhere when men be, theres seldom ease. For now the wind begins to blow! Thunder above and deeps below make such unquiet that the sailing ship which should house him safe is wracked and split!
  • Pacian stood up slowly, then, looking down at his terrified father, said in a very quiet voice, "You're dead to me, in spirit, if not in fact. We will not meet again," then turned and slowly followed Nellise towards the door, where she put an arm around his shoulder, and made gentle hushing sounds as his chest wracked with sobs.
  • And there was Noah. As much as Lana had teased her, she really was smitten with him. He was cute, and a gentleman that kept his promises. A man that kept his promises, and had a respectable job. Omari didnt know that they actually existed. Not only that, but he wasnt weirded out because she had wings. He had even defended her against that incompetent doctor, freed her from her restraints, and rescued her dog. He was wracking up a lot of points. And Lana thought he liked her.
  • She should not have stayed this long in Azille, but old Aleth needed her. Aleth, the weaver's widow, had wracking pains in her chest, which might kill her at any time. If Diane went away without giving her the consolamentum, Aleth might die and be reborn to another lifetime of suffering. But if Diane gave her the consolamentum, Aleth would be required to lead a perfect life from then on, or be doomed to Hell. And Aleth was a worldly woman, likely to stray from the rules if she got back on her feet for even a short time. Elderly though she was, she had admitted to having had four lovers since her husband died.
  • This dead-end job was the best i could do in a country wracked with unemployment ( over 30 % ).
  • They'd wracked their brains, but still, there was no plan. They were supposed to be the creative ones, the 1980s shootem quick, sellem expensive, video entrepreneurs. But they could see no light at the end of the tunnel. In fact, they weren't sure they'd even got as far spotting the tunnel entrance on the map.
  • "No, my boy," replied the other. "They attach themselves to the rocks at the bottom of the sea, not to draw their sustenance from them in the same way as plants ashore derive their nourishment from the earth through their roots; but, simply to anchor themselves in a secure haven out of reach of the waves, getting all their nutriment from the water, which is the atmosphere of the sea in the same way as air is that of the land. Of course, some of these weeds of the ocean drift from their moorings, like that bladder wrack there with the berries."
  • Her hand shook as she put pen to paper. How could she give him her location without Madeline realizing. She wracked her brain, but nothing would work. She wanted to come up with something smart, but she couldnt figure out a way to say, ‘Help, Im in a hangar at the airport!’ without writing exactly that.
  • He flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of sombre and deserted streets, which widened gradually, until we were flying across a broad balustraded bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar, its silence broken only by the heavy, regular footfall of the policeman, or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revellers. A dull wrack was drifting slowly across the sky, and a star or two twinkled dimly here and there through the rifts of the clouds. Holmes drove in silence, with his head sunk upon his breast, and the air of a man who is lost in thought, while I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be which seemed to tax his powers so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas, when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best.
  • As quick as it started, the fight fled from Johan. He sagged in their arms, not even bothering to pull himself free. Gently, they laid him down. His back wrenched in wracking sobs, his face buried in his arms, yet he made no sound.
  • The boredom made it seem like hours but it was only half that when he heard the barricade on the other side. Not knowing if it was the King or simply someone to use the room, he gathered both books and stood, composing himself. The daylight peered through the crack, the sudden change seared his eyes and jolted his mind. He took an abrupt step back, both to escape the illuminating punishment and allow whomever it was entry. Though tired, Kalinies still found the strength to kneel without collapsing. On the other side a man with long black hair, a scarred face, a scowl, and beady black eyes wracked with wrinkles stepped through, "My King."
  • Keep her head up! roared Merritt, above the screaming of the wind and the now almost continuous roar and rattle of the thunder. It grew almost dark, so overcast was the sky, and under the somber, driving cloud wrack the white wave crests gleamed like savage teeth.
  • Tears washed down his cheeks as silent sobs wracked his body. They would not have died if not for him. Even though he had seen no sign of dissension, he should have expected it. They died because he was not prepared.
  • "'Still I fought on, though the san' flew into the air; an' through it, like a fog, I saw the old wrack an' the dead grove, an' the fiery eyes that glared into mine, an' I felt the grasp of a han' that seemed to burn into my hip; an' then I knew I couldn't fight fair wi' that. I drew my knife an' opened it, an' three times I thrust it to the hilt into the side o' the black man, or devil, an' he only glared at me fercer, an' took a stronger hold on my hip. Just at this moment I felt the cool water at my feet, an' wi' one tremendous effort, I whirled myself into the stream to fight it out there. A moment I lay on my back in the shallow stream, an' then I rose to my feet. I was alone wi' nauthin' o' what had happened, save the open knife in my han', the trampled beach, an' my torn an' ruined clawthin'.
  • Pacian stood up slowly, then, looking down at his terrified father, said in a very quiet voice, "You're dead to me, in spirit, if not in fact. We will not meet again," then turned and slowly followed Nellise towards the door, where she put an arm around his shoulder, and made gentle hushing sounds as his chest wracked with sobs.
  • Brutus is exasperated. "Did you not perceive? He did solicit you in open contempt when he did need your lovesand do you think that his contempt shall not be bruising to you when he hath power to crush? Why, had all your bodies no heart among you?—had you no tongue to cry against the wracked ship of judgment?"
  • Once more, the riders commanded their horses into the foliage. The trees seemed to blur and swirl into a collage of chaos as the horses galloped through. Albert winced as an unseen force wracked pain at his left leg. As soon as the pain hit him, however, it vanished. So too did the feeling in the rest of his leg. His right leg followed suit.
  • I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack. We's doin' blame' well, en we better let blame' well alone, as de good book says. Like as not dey's a watchman on dat wrack.
  • Such was the region our Nautilus was visiting just then: a genuine prairie, a tightly woven carpet of algae, gulfweed, and bladder wrack so dense and compact a craft's stempost couldn't tear through it without difficulty. Accordingly, not wanting to entangle his propeller in this weedchoked mass, Captain Nemo stayed at a depth some meters below the surface of the waves.
  • Several times, she had hired a boat and braved her fear of the sea to voyage out in a vain hope that she might find him drifting like wrack on the waves. The sight of the ocean that would one day become his grave moved her to tears, and she would spend hours weeping alone before returning to shore. She had no friends, but those who knew her thought her a little touched in the head. Every morning, she walked the beaches on either side of the harbour, hoping that Chanter would be washed ashore. All she had found was a scrap of frayed black leather, which she kept in a box beside her bed. Her unrelenting grief had aged her, thinned her face and figure and made her eyes sink into their sockets. She did not care; nothing mattered without Chanter.
  • "Between earth and outer space--between Creator and created, confusing and confounding their identities,--a rushing darkness grew--the hurrying wrack of immemorial storms heralding whirlwinds through which Truth alone survives.
  • The sound of his voice was enough to ensure another break down and she put her head back in her hands, painful sobs wracking her body.
  • On exposed shores the bladder wrack can be found in the form fucus vesiculosus linearis.
  • It was likely between one and two; the moon (as I have said) was down; a strongish wind, carrying a heavy wrack of cloud, had set in suddenly from the west; and we began our movement in as black a night as ever a fugitive or a murderer wanted. The whiteness of the path guided us into the sleeping town of Broughton, thence through Picardy, and beside my old acquaintance the gibbet of the two thieves. A little beyond we made a useful beacon, which was a light in an upper window of Lochend. Steering by this, but a good deal at random, and with some trampling of the harvest, and stumbling and falling down upon the banks, we made our way across country, and won forth at last upon the linky, boggy muirland that they call the Figgate Whins. Here, under a bush of whin, we lay down the remainder of that night and slumbered.
  • "Then use it. When Pablo Picassos was young his 8-year-old sister contracted diphtheria. During the illness, Picasso vowed that if she survived, he would give up art. The relief he felt upon her death for not having to keep his promise left him wracked with lifelong guilt. That episode would govern his life and paintings for the rest of his existence."
  • "Don't let those fools bother you, li'l miss. They haven't got the sense the gods gave 'em," he said, hefting his pitchfork in mock combat. On his way back to the stall he'd been cleaning, he stopped and patted Catrin on the shoulder with his over-large, calloused hand. His simple act of kindness shattered Catrin's fragile composure, and with each step, more tears flowed down her cheeks. Sobs wracked her, and she stood before her father, trembling, her shoulders hunched forward. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye, and she stared at the ground instead.
  • The beautiful rainbow wrack (Cystoseira tamariscifolia), only in the south and west, shimmers in iridescent turquoise.
  • The woman that appeared a few seconds later seemed frail in a way that somehow wasn't attributable to her graying hair, or slender frame. It wasn't until she released Alec from a hug, and slowly moved back into the cabin, that I realized it was how she moved that made her seem so old. Her motions reminded me of how my grandfather had moved the last few years before he'd died. Slowly, and with extra care, almost as if he was worried a careless action would leave him a crumpled ball on the floor, wracked with pain.
  • Next to her, a young man sat on the kerbside, his body wracked in grief as he cried and cried.
  • "To this day, I have absolutely no idea what I did to deserve that beating. I wracked my brains for weeks wondering if Id left the breakfast dishes out or if I hadnt cleaned the floor well enough. I was so paranoid, whatever cleaning I did, I checked, and checked, and checked it again to make sure I had done the job right. I didnt question my husbands state of mind to beat me as he did; I questioned my own ability to do the God-damned cleaning!"
  • "It's my duty to protect those who cannot defend themselves, and if that means I must sacrifice myself for the greater good, then so be it," she said before the courage to utter the words left her. She hadn't known what kind of reaction to expect, and in truth, she hadn't even taken the time to consider how her words would be received, but the sobs that wracked her grandmother's feeble form nearly made her weep.
  • "Do I indeed?" thought the swami. He wracked his brain but could not come up with anything. But then it suddenly occurred to him. He excused himself for a moment, went to his study and brought out his bound composition book. He opened it to where there was a folded piece of paper with some handwriting on it. "Miss Rahman, as you must know, Sapnabhairavi had a most endearing streak of mischief in her. One day she gave this to me. She said she wanted to write an 'Ashram Poem' in three paragraphs. She had written the 'Hermit' paragraph. I was to add the 'Jungle' paragraph. And a third person she had in mind would some day write the 'Peace' paragraph."
  • Though nerves wracked her, and every stare in the camp was now upon her, she stood tall, gazed upon the tree while drawing in a breath to begin.
  • The buildings blurred behind tears, and finally she was forced to stop at an overgrown garden. She dropped onto one of the finely carved wooden benches that outlined the choking flower beds, and let the tears burst free. Her body wracked with sobs. Eventually, the flame of her anger sputtered out, leaving her dark inside.
  • Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gather up whatever pickins we've overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for shore and hide the truck. Then we'll wait. Now I say it ain't a-goin' to be more'n two hours befo' this wrack breaks up and washes off down the river. See? He'll be drownded, and won't have nobody to blame for it but his own self. I reckon that's a considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?
  • What password would he choose? wracking her brain, she absently picked at the dry skin around her thumbnail. What was important to him?
  • The library doors were shut, and I closed the secret one behind me before opening the other and peering out through a wrack of bluish smoke; and there lay Captain Harris, sure enough, breathing his last in the arms of one constable, while another was seated on the table with a very wry face, twisting a tourniquet round his arm, from which the blood was dripping like raindrops from the eaves. A third officer stood in the porch, issuing directions to his men without.
  • Myranda smirked. Not this time. She knew the words that could cure her, but she had been warned not to cure an illness before it had become a burden. If a body was cured of disease too quickly, too often, it would weaken, and eventually cease to fight disease on its own, Wolloff had warned. Indeed, many a wizard, kept alive well past the time that nature had intended, had died for precisely this reason, he claimed. Myranda decided that once the wracking cough that invariably came appeared, she would cure it. That should give her natural defenses the practice they needed.
  • The month was over before Linforth at last steamed out of the harbour at Marseilles. He was as impatient to reach Bombay as a year before Shere Ali had been reluctant. To Shere Ali the boat had flown with wings of swiftness, to Linforth she was a laggard. The steamer passed Stromboli on a wild night of storm and moonlight. The wrack of clouds scurrying overhead, now obscured, now let the moonlight through, and the great cone rising sheer from a tempestuous sea glowed angrily. Linforth, in the shelter of a canvas screen, watched the glow suddenly expand, and a stream of bright sparkling red flow swiftly along the shoulder of the mountain, turn at a right angle, and plunge down towards the sea. The bright red would become dull, the dull red grow black, the glare of light above the cone contract for a little while and then burst out again.
  • Her daddy had lain beside her that morning, but Skye was no more aware of Jody Sims than Summer was to why Jody wasnt there. Instead Dan Bailey rescued Skye as Summer sat immobile, wracked with silent sobs. Dan gave Skye a hug, then sent her inside, reminding her to pee. Then Dan opened Summers door, but didnt assist her from the seat. "You okay?"
  • Since the night before last, when Roland had told her of Nicolette de Gobignon, she had been wracked by pain. As jealousy ate at her, her desire for Roland mounted. It grew ever fiercer, until she felt as if her very skin were on fire.
  • The channeled wrack colonizes higher up the shore than the spiral wrack.
  • After a time the insistent beat and rush of waters began to wear through our patience. We willed that this wracking tumult should cease; we willed it with all the force that was in us. Then, as this proved vain, we too humped our spiritual backs, cowled our souls with patience, and waited dumbly for the force of the storm to spend itself. Our faculties were quite as effectually drowned out by the unceasing roar and crash of the waters as our bodily comfort would have been had we lacked the protection of our tent.
  • Tomas looked up and caught her gaze, held it with smoldering eyes. "The Duke was the one that did it. Took off his gloves. Walked behind him. Just touched him. Weren't no fireworks, or flame, or nothing. Just touched him. My brother's body wracked so hard in pain I swear he folded in half before falling to the ground. Pink foam flew from his lips as he thrashed on the ground, and then stilled. Didn't seem no one wanted to fight after that. I sure didn't. Just went limp and let them drag me away."
  • They came to a place at which they had rested in the afternoon. Some high tide of long ago had deposited here a great wreath of wrack, a hundred yards inland, and piled up in places to a height of some twelve feet. There were scores of cushiony resting-places here like great luxurious arm-chairs, and the wrack when disturbed by a touch gave out dry and stinging odours of sea-salt and iodine.
  • Sitting alone in a public place wasnt helping. I was conscious of my own plainly wracked nerves, my shakiness and inner body heat. Plus other peoples voices and faces intrudedthe sound of false laughter, jittery tension from people waiting for their drinks, busy, late and stressed. It all seemed to compress around me. My own breath panted rapid and shallow, almost in rhythm.
  • Sebastian hadnt wanted to leave Serenity last night, but necessity forced his hand. He didnt have to kill all the time, but once a month was his absolute minimum. Though he stretched the time as much as possible, when the time came he grew weak, his body wracked with pain. He couldnt risk the need to feed taking over his ability to reason. He refused to envision hurting Serenity as a result of his carelessness. Sebastian thought hed be able to sneak out; hed hoped she slept right though, never noticing him gone. Hed written the note just in case.
  • "Your part of my crew," he said, gasping as he shifted slightly and fresh tremors of pain wracked him. "I don't abandon my crew."
  • Even when Cassandra danced throughout the night, her body wracked with the pain of rejection, the agony of rebuke - still her sister did not come.
  • The reason is that the serrated wrack grows very quickly, in a matter of months.
  • She was perfectly candid. She did feel braver there on the bridge. For Dan was the one dominant personality aboard the yacht. In her eyes he typified bravery, skill, strength--safety, in a word, for all. It was as though out of the wrack of despair and the overriding elements had arisen the spirit of a man and all that at best he stands for, to reclaim the lost honors of the darker hours. And so she clung to him with her eyes and felt she could smile at danger; her soul went out to him and enveloped him with gratitude and tenderness. And she neither knew nor cared whether in these emotions was the uprearing of woman's submerged, primal nature, giving all to the sheer power of the stronger sex, or whether it was the result of a burden of dread suddenly lifted from her heart--it made no difference which. She was living the moment--here and now--clear, serene, justified, and ennobled.
  • And so, in place of ripe reward, Your cactus crown! And I, who urged "Get ready for the untoward" Must drink the dregs of wrath I dirged! Ye bid me set time's finger back! And stage anew the opened fight! I'll lead. But slime of Dead Sea wrack Were sweeter on my lips this night!
  • Scarcely were the words out of her mouth when the mist passed away from them, and from all the seaward expanse of ocean. Not a wrack of it was left, and in its place the strong sea-breath beat upon their faces. Far in the west the angry disc of the sun was sinking into the foam. A great red ray shot from its bent edge and lay upon the awakened waters, like a path of fire. The ominous light fell full upon the little boat and full upon Beatrice's lips. Then it passed on and lost itself in the deep mists which still swathed the coast.
  • Pacian dashed to Nellise's side, gently swatting aside her feeble attempts to push him away reflexively, and held her tight as her body was wracked by sobbing. In the cell next door sat Colt, stripped to the waist and tied to a wooden chair, looking like he had been beaten within an inch of his life. Aiden checked Sayana's pulse, making sure she was still alive, relieved that she groaned and stirred at his touch, then he took off his heavy winter cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders before moving to free Colt from his imprisonment.
  • More dust rose. With the glacially slow movement that signals the onset of a great avalanche, the northern stands began to crumple toward the parade ground, first the field-box tier, than the middle, and so on up toward the top, seats and benches and shrieking masses rolling and tumbling until they were lost beneath the billowing dust. Perhaps other sections of stands were going down as well; perhaps the entire stadium was in the process of collapsing inward; but Maxs attention was now fixed on the tower - or rather on the remains of the tower, for although the fall of the Corpus had arrested the slide of the foot at the limit of its outstretched leg just shy of the towers base, the mass of the hill it had pushed ahead of itself had been enough to crack the tower in at least one spot below the center-point, and as a result the observation deck (impelled in addition by the large-amplitude tremors wracking the field) was spinning on its axis as it crashed down the snapping length of its ruptured pylon.
  • Dexter awoke to the sound of someone coughing. The wracking spasms in his back, neck, stomach, and chest cleared up any confusion as to the source of the coughing; it was him. Eyes watering from the pain, he gasped for air and tried to look around. Moving his neck caused him no small amount of pain; it felt considerably thicker than it should be due to its stiffness.
  • "Merciful and compassionate God," began Gina, "we thank you, that you have blessed us with this beautiful meal, for there are so many, God, who are wracked by hunger…."
  • To hell with it. She touched himshe pressed her palm full against his backand felt uncontrollable silent sobs, along with the radiating warmth of his body. But more. Maggie sensed a towering wrath so profound it felt like electricity building inside a tremendous thunderstorm, swelling until it could strike with the force to shatter the land beneath. She knew this the same way she had gathered that he was being attacked, from the same absolute source: one that offered no questions, because answers was all it was capable of giving. His anguish held him fast, tied him to the rock, wracked and convulsed him mercilessly.
  • The battle surged around him, and for a few minutes he couldn't tell if they were winning or losing. Half of the militia had fallen, but a greater number of the mercenaries had been beaten as well, many of them with clothyard shafts sticking out of their bodies from Colt's unrelenting assault. Without his expert archery, they would have been well and truly finished off by the sheer number of their adversaries. A crackle of lightning suddenly surged through the militiamen once more and caught Aiden as well, this time. His muscles were wracked with pain for a brief moment, and he fell to the ground, twitching involuntarily as he tried to regain control of his body.
  • Johan exploded. "Damn it, Pierce. They be men, not tools." He shook his head fiercely, angry more at his own foolishness than Pierce's words. He took a deep breath. A wave of cold wracked through his body. He needed warmth. "Get me some whiskey."
  • Instantly there was a stupendous crash like a very thunderbolt. The bear burst like an overcharged cannon! Benjy and the berg collided, and at that moment everything seemed to the former to vanish away in smoke, leaving not even a wrack behind!
  • It was an ideal place for sea-fishing, for the great deep pool was free from rocks save those which surrounded it, and not a thread of weed or wrack to be seen ready to entangle their lines or catch their hooks; while they knew from old experience that it was the sheltered home of large shoals, which sought it as a sanctuary from the seals or large fish which preyed upon them.
  • Somewhere inside her, somewhere where she was wasn't wracked with unnerving cold and lethargy, she sat up alert. As Big Billy walked their way, he lofted the wine bottle in his club-like hands and lobbed it straight towards them.
  • Pressing it to my body to muffle the sound, I set the hammer. The sky bore a cloud wrack moving swiftly over bright moons, the shadows whipping by and shifting uneasily. We looked and listened until he at length whispered, "Can you watch now? Good. Wake me in two hours or less."
  • Leo came striding over to the middle of the campsite. "Oh yeah? Well check this out." He then proceeded to try and lick his own elbow, unsuccessfully. Harvey watched him, determination wracked his face while he tried to contort his elbow towards his face.
  • Cursing the slow, heavy weapon he was forced to work with, Aiden wracked his brains, trying to figure out a better way of hurting the beast. Looking around frantically, he spied a large chunk of rock nearby, so he threw the crossbow aside and crawled over to the rough stone. Grasping it with his gloved hands, Aiden heaved with all the strength he could muster, slowly moving the massive chunk of stone towards the large hole, spurred on by the terrified shouts of his friends from down below.
  • A laugh emerged from Dexter's lips, causing him no small amount of misery. He coughed, wracking up some blood that ran down his chin and drooled to the floor.
  • Zachary slowly slid the chain off the door and gently turned the lock, but before he could turn the knob, the alligator charged into the kitchen and forced him away from the door. Stumbling backwards, Zachary slipped and fell on the slime. His flashlight struck the floor and went dark before it rolled away toward the cabinets. Fearing his chances for survival were nil, Zachary scrambled through on three limbs into the living room. Along the way, he thought he might have cut his palm on a piece of glass and his broken arm had come loose from its sling and now throbbed like an open wound. When he reached his father's recliner, knowing there was nowhere else to run, he crouched behind it and drew his knees up to his chest. Even if he had wanted to, there was no way to control the tremors that wracked his body. He could hear someone or something ransacking his father's bedroom, and the alligator seemed hell-bent on making sure he couldn't escape to safety.
  • "A boy named Jute. Within the city of Hearne, most likely. Slight for his age. About thirteen years old. Ragged, probably. Dirty, I'm sure. Thin-faced. Straight black hair." He wracked his memory, trying to recall details.
  • My womb, which did not suffer the pangs of childbirth, is wracked with pain, beholding thee suffering agony, o master!
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