Why do I have to do this?" Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model," Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with," Gator rumbled. "Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
The air was motionless, carved, a block of warm copper fitting neatly around the earth, molded while soft to fit every house and every human being on the earth, and now hardened forever so that no man could move and no air ever came through. The earth rumbled down its alley like a golden bowling ball, shining.
Peter S. Beagle
Having second thoughts?' Puck's voice was soft and dangerous, a far cry from his normal flippancy. 'I thought we put this behind us for now.' 'Never, ' I said, matching his stare. 'I can't ever take it back, Goodfellow. I'm still going to kill you. I swore to her I would.' Lighting flickered overhead, and thunder rumbled in the distance as we faced each other with narrowed eyes. 'One day, ' I said softly. 'One day you'll look up, and I'll be there. That's the only ending for us. Don't ever forget.
Pleasure suffused her and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her heart clenching when he tightened his hold on her. After a while his breathing slowed and his hold relaxed. Convinced he slept, she whispered, "You should have been my first." A small ache pinched her heart. His chest vibrated beneath her hand, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine as his deep voice rumbled through the air, "I'll be your last.
The cave floor rumbled. A large stone emerged from the dirt-a smooth, oval rock exactly the same size and weight as a baby god... She wrapped the stone in swaddling clothes and gave the real baby Zeus to the nymphs to take care of... She marched right up to King Cannibal and shouted, "This is the best baby yet! A fine little boy named, uh, Rocky!
To my surprise, the sensation of query filled my stomach, spreading through to every corner. This was followed by each point of query ending at the same answer. Device Nineteen had responded to the question by coming to the conclusion that oblivion was the end of every path. Great. My roommate's an emo.> My stomach reviewed the comment and rumbled queries to various parts of the diamond, but most were returned unanswered because the required systems were not yet online.
J. Cameron McClain
One of the servants had reported that Daisy had been sneaking around the house at night, deliberately tripping all the traps to keep the mice from being killed. "Is this true, daughter?" Thomas Bowman had rumbled, his gaze filled with ire as he stared at Daisy. "It could be," she had allowed. "But there is another explanation." "And what is that?" Bowman had asked sourly. Her tone turned congratulatory. "I think we are hosting the most intelligent mice in New York!
Honey, before I became the man who was to marry Olivia Hamilton, I was capable of taking care of myself. I can take care of you, too, for that matter. If you should ever decide to trust me." With that he turned the key. The old pickup's engine rumbled to life and he backed out kicking up fresh gravel. Livie bristled. She knew he thought her an overindulged debutante, but there was more to her than just being Buckmaster Hamilton's daughter and damned if she wasn't going to prove it to him. If he gave her the chance.
Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined. But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black.
The throne rumbled. A wave of gale-force anger slammed into me. WHO DARES- The voice stopped abruptly, The anger retreated, which was a good thing, because just those two words had almost blasted my mind to shreds. Percy. My fathers voice was still angry but more controlled. What-exactly-are you doing on my throne? "I'm sorry, Father, " I said. "I needed to get your attention." This was a very dangerous thing to do. Even for you. If I hadn't looked before I blasted, you would now be a puddle of seawater.
The god of wine looked around at the assembled crowd. 'Miss me?' The satyrs fell over themselves nodding and bowing. 'Oh, yes, very much, sire!' 'Well, I did not miss this place!' Dionysus snapped. 'I bear bad news, my friends. Evil news. The minor gods are changing sides. Morpheus has gone over to the enemy. Hecate, Janus, and Nemesis, as well. Zeus knows how many more.' Thunder rumbled in the distance. 'Strike that, ' Dionysus said. 'Even Zeus doesn't know.
I know I hated magic for a reason," Janco said. "Congratulations. This is the first time you've had a VALID reason to hate something," Ari countered. "Remember your campaign against sand?" "Sand! Horrid little stuff. Gets everywhere. I had a perfectly good argue--" "Janco." Ari's voice rumbled deep in his throat. In a heartbeat, Janco switched gears. "Well, this blood magic sounds worse than sand.
Maria V. Snyder
My lips parted his to absorb even more energy. My stomach rumbled in praise as the Whisperers laughed at the sight. Luke's tongue danced against mine, but I am too focused on the feed to feel the unreadable emotion that came with kissing my best friend. Another minute passed. And then another, until somebody grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. I snapped out of the feed and watched Luke fall to his knees in weakness. My hunger disappeared. I looked up at Cadan to see him staring at his step brother. 'Welcome to the dark side, sweetness, ' he murmured right before I blacked out.
Barbara C. Doyle
What do you suppose it means?'[Bastian] asked. ""DO WHAT YOU WISH.'" That must mean I can do anything I feel like. Don't you think so? All at once Grograman's face looked alarmingly grave, and his eyes glowed. 'No, ' he said in his deep, rumbling voice. 'It means that you must do what you really and truly want. And nothing is more difficult.' 'What I really and truly want? What do you mean by that?' 'It's your own deepest secret and you yourself don't know it.' 'How can I find out?' 'By going the way of your wishes, from one to another, from first to last. It will take you to what you really and truly want.' 'That doesn't sound so hard, ' said Bastian. 'It's the most dangerous of all journeys.' 'Why?' Bastian asked. 'I'm not afraid.' 'That isn't it, ' Grograman rumbled. 'It requires the greatest honesty and vigilance, because there's no other journey on which it's so easy to lose yourself forever.
Are you French?' I asked instead. 'Oui!' Foreign. Foreign spy. French Communist Party acted on Stalin's instructions during part of World War II. French Communist spy. Stop it stop it stop it I turned to Art, a black kid who was a foot and a half taller than me and whose pecs were about to burst of his shirt and eat someone. I gave him a two on the delusion detector. I didn't trust those pecs. 'Hi, ' he rumbled. I waved weakly.
At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black spots. At the same time thunder rumbled from the direction of Charenton and an eddy of wind lifted the dust, carried away the hats of passers-by who took to their heels and who, after a few confused moments, were all in the shelter of doorways or under the awnings of cafe terraces. Street pedlars of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine scurried about with an apron or a sack over their heads, pushing their carts as they tried to run. Rivulets already began to flow along the two sides of the street, the gutters sang, and on every floor you could see people hurriedly closing their windows.
A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. The enormous stone wall to the right of them seemed to defy every known law of physics as it slid along the ground, throwing sparks and dust as it moved, rock against rock. The crunching sound rattled his bones. He looked around at the other openings. On all four sides of the Glade, the right walls were moving toward the left, closing the gap of the Doors. Then one final boom rumbled across the Glade as all four Doors sealed shut for the night.
It's me, " a deep voice rumbled. The hands released me and I turned. There stood Derek, all six foot of him. Maybe it was just the thrill of seeing him, but he looked better than I remembered. His black hair was still lank, and his face was still dotted with acne. But he looked... better. ~~~~~ Tori waited until Derek was gone, then shuddered. "Okay, Derek always weired me out, but the wolf man stuff is seriously creepy. Suits him, I suppose. A creepy power for a creepy guy." "I thought he looked better." She stared at me. "What? He does. Probably because he's starting his wolf changes and he's not stressed out about being in Lyle House. That must help." "You know what will really help? Shampoo. Deodorant - " I raised my hand to cut her off. "He smelled fine, so don't start that. I'm sure his wearing deodorant and - for once-it's working. As for showers, they're a little hard to come by on the street, and we won't look much better soon." "I'm just saying." "Do you think he doesn't know you're saying? News flash-he's not stupid.
Inside the maize mill, the owners no longer had any use for a broom. The hungry people kept the floors cleaner than a wet mop. At the beginning of the month, the mill was packed full of those waiting for fallen scraps. The crowd would part long enough to allow women to pass with their pails of grain. As the machine rumbled and spit a white cloud of flour into the pails, the multitude of old people, women, and children watched intently with eyes dancing like butterflies. Once the pail was pulled away, they themselves on hands and knees and scooped the floor clean. Afterward, old women would rattle their walking sticks up inside the grinder as if ringing a bell, collecting the loose flour that drifted to the floor.
THE ROAR OF THE LION RUMBLED THROUGH THE EARTH. WAVES OF TERROR RUN DOWN THROUGH THERE SPINES. HE STOPPED THE WORLD WITH ONE FINAL SCREAM. LEFT FOR DEAD WE BOND FOR A CHANCE TO SURVIVE. RETREAT TO THE STRONGHOLD. REGROUP, REBUILD WE WILL STAND UP STRONGER. TURN THE PAGE TO FIND THEM ALL RIPPED OUT. SMOKE RISING FROM OUR SMOLDERING DREAMS INJECTS REALITY STRAIGHT THROUGH OUR VEINS. PREPARE TO ENDURE, POISED FOR DISEASE. PREY OR HUNT WITH THE WOLVES? WE WATCHED THE CHOICE CONSUMED BY THEIR JAWS. DIGRESSION HAS SET ITS COURSE DOWN A INELUCTABLE PATH. WHEN IT POURS WE WILL HAVE THE STRENGTH TO ENDURE. THROUGH TRIAL AND TRIBULATION WE FORGE THIS TRIBAL NATION. HERE I AM STANDING ALONE AMONGST THE LEECHES AND WOLVES. GUT MY INSIDES. PICK ME APART. BOTTOM FEEDING VULTURES CAN'T KILL A COLD HEART. HERE I AM DESPITE WHAT YOU THINK, HOLDING STRONG WHILE THE UNCHAINED ANCHOR SINKS.
Winds Of Plague
He was digging in his garden-digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought. Death-and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools they way to dusty death. A convincing thunder rumbled through the words. He lifted another spadeful of earth. Why had Linda died? Why had she been allowed to become gradually less than human and at last... He shuddered. A good kissing carrion. He planted his foot on his spade and stamped it fiercely into the tough ground. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kills us for their sport. Thunder again; words that proclaimed themselves true-truer somehow than truth itself. And yet that same Gloucester had called them ever-gentle gods. Besides, thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more. No more than sleep. Sleep. Perchance to dream. His spade struck against a stone; he stooped to pick it up. For in that sleep of death, what dreams... ?
What is... ' She flipped through a few pages, looked up into his eyes. 'Is this... ?' 'My journal, ' he said, reaching out to glide a knuckle down her cheek. Her skin was so damn soft. She was a contradiction in terms to him, and one that he found endlessly fascinating: a woman with the inner strength to rival any Spec Ops member he'd ever known, yet she had such a kind, soft heart beneath that hard-won armor. Resilient. Independent yet willing to compromise. Formidable in her confidence and strength of will, yet gentle and loving. He loved her so hard it hurt. 'I bought it the night after you stayed at my place, ' he continued. 'I knew if I was going to have a real shot with you going forward then I needed to get my shit together once and for all. You said the writing thing really helped you so I called my counselor and talked to her about it. She thought it would be good for me too. So I wrote in it every day since. I've been working hard at it.' Taya leafed through the pages until she came to the end and looked back up into his eyes. 'It's full.' 'Yeah. Guess I had a lot to say.' The tenderness in her eyes slayed him. 'Nathan, I'm so proud of you.' Her pride in him made him feel twenty feet tall. He let out a relieved breath. 'I want to read it to you. That's my next step, if you're okay with it.' 'Of course it's okay. I'd love for you to read it to me, as long as you feel comfortable doing it.' 'That's the thing, I am. And I wouldn't be with anyone else except you. You make me feel... whole.' He didn't know how else to say it, how else to explain himself, except he needed her to know he was trying like hell to deal with his issues. 'I know I've got a long way to go before I get to the same place you're at, but I'm willing to put in the work to get there. I feel safe with you and I'm ready to move forward, let go of all the stuff that happened before. Like you said, I'm doing it for me. I'm sick of my past having any kind of hold over me. So I'm going to do whatever it takes to make peace with it.' Her answering smile lit up her whole face, made her gray eyes sparkle like gems. 'Then I'll gladly listen to whatever you want to say.' Warmth kindled in his chest. She did that; warmed him from the inside out, just by being her. 'Good, because I love you.' She froze, her eyes widening slightly. He nodded, laughed at her shocked expression. 'Yep, I love you. That's what I came here to say. I love you and I'm a better man because of it, but not as good a man as I'll be down the road if you stand by me.' Her eyes filled with tears and she flung her arms around him. 'I love you too, ' she blurted out against his neck. 'So, so much. And of course I'll stand by you.' Nate felt like his heart might burst. He hugged her hard. 'Would you move to Virginia with me? When your dad's strong enough. I know you need to be here for a while longer, but after that, I want you in my bed every night so I can wake up beside you each morning.' She gave a soggy laugh, her face still buried in his neck. 'There you go again with the romance.' 'Oh, baby, have I got plans for you.' He stroked a hand over her back, fascinated by the combination of softness and strength that was uniquely her. Then his stomach rumbled, making her smile. He was starving, hadn't eaten since lunchtime. 'Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any bacon in the house, would you? Because I'd kill for a BLT right now.