Don't die on me," she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. "It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me." His eyes flickered open and he smiled. "I didn't know you cared," he whispered. "And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day." Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. "Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!" she whispered. "Of course I care.
Don't die on me, " she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. "It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me." His eyes flickered open and he smiled. "I didn't know you cared, " he whispered. "And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day." Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. "Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!" she whispered. "Of course I care.
My heart might very well beat itself from my chest, " she whispered, "and 'tis difficult to breathe." "How odd." Passion thickened his voice. "I seem to be suffering the same symptoms. Does anything else plague you?" "A terrible weakness, " she whispered shakily. "If you let me go, I am not entirely certain I shall be able to stand." He buried his face in her neck. "Then I shall never let you go.
Why do you stay with me?" he whispered. He wished he hadn't said it once the words were out of of his mouth, wished he could pull them back, but Laurie didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he just smiled a crooked smile and kissed him again. "Because I don't want to dance by myself, " he whispered.
You are like a god, like an immortal one, ' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. 'Oh, my love, ' I whispered back to her, 'I am more mortal than all. It seems that a part of me dies every night that I lie with you.
Do they still hurt?" she whispered in anguished surprise. "No, " Jason said tautly. Shame washed over him in sickening waves as he waited helplessly for her inevitable reaction to the stark evidence of his humiliation. To his utter disbelief he felt her arms encircle him from behind and the touch of her lips on his back. "How brave you must have been to endure this, " she whispered achingly, "how strong to survive it and go on living... " When she began kissing each scar, Jason rolled to his side and jerked her into his arms. "I love you, " he whispered agonizedly, plunging his hands into her luxuriant hair and turning her face up to his. "I love you so much...
Eleanore, " he whispered again, tilting his head to mine, his lips skimming past my cheek, his breath in my ear. "I'd wait forever for you, you know. If it mattered. If you'd care." "I do care, " I whispered back, miserable. His fingers tightened, warm and firm. "No, you don't. Not the way I mean. Not yet.
The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on the slates. "What are they doing?" Alice whispered to the Gryphon. "They can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun." "They're putting down their names, " the Gryphon whispered in reply, "for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.
Demandred blocked Lan's attack but he breathed hoarsely. "Who are you?" Demandred whispered again. "No one of this Age has such skill. Asmodean? No, no. He couldn't have fought me like this. Lews Therin? It is you behind that face, isn't it?" "I am just a man," Lan whispered. "That is all I have ever been.
Since when do wizards wear robes?" I whispered. "That's falling into every human stereotype ever created." Jeezum. Next thing you knew, they'd be waving around magic wands. "The First Elder thought they'd look more intimidating in robes than in business suits, " Alex whispered back. "They look like they're on their way to a costume party at Hogwarts.
Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.
Griffin, please," she whispered. "Do you want me?" he asked. "Yes!" She tossed her head restlessly. She'd explode if he didn't give her release soon. "Do you need me?" He kissed her nipple too gently. "Please, please, please." "Do you love me?" And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn't see his face, his expression. "Griffin," she sighed hopelessly. "You can't say it, can you?" he whispered. "Can't admit it either.
Griffin, please, ' she whispered. 'Do you want me?' he asked. 'Yes!' She tossed her head restlessly. She'd explode if he didn't give her release soon. 'Do you need me?' He kissed her nipple too gently. 'Please, please, please.' 'Do you love me?' And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn't see his face, his expression. 'Griffin, ' she sighed hopelessly. 'You can't say it, can you?' he whispered. 'Can't admit it either.
As soon as she was close, she whispered, "you've got to get out of here." "No, you've got to get out of here," he told her. "Go downstairs. Go now." "No," she countered. "You go." "Why?" he asked. "You tell me first." But before they could say another word, the last elevator slid slowly open and two men in masks rushed out. From the opposite side of the of the ballroom, shots rang out, rapid fire, piercing the ceiling, plaster falling onto the dance floor like snow. And then Hale and Macey whispered in unison, "Because of that.
She ate it and cried. Soon, he put the melting ice cream away. "Shura, " Tatiana whispered, "darling, forget what should have been. Remember all that was." "Tatiasha, babe, " Alexander whispered, coming back to bed to be covered, "my one and only wife, forget our age, our splendid youth, forget it all and let our crazy love make us young.
What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me. "I don't know, " I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?" "I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?" I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues. "I think I like the sound of that, " she whispered. "Yeah?" "Yeah.
Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes, please, " whispered the dog. "Only not toffee ones. They make me drool." "I thought chocolates weren't very good for dogs, " she said, remembering something Miss Forcible had once told her. "Maybe where you come from, " whispered the little dog. "Here, it's all we eat.
Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes, please," whispered the dog. "Only not toffee ones. They make me drool." "I thought chocolates weren't very good for dogs," she said, remembering something Miss Forcible had once told her. "Maybe where you come from," whispered the little dog. "Here, it's all we eat.
Giving her a slight smile, he whispered, "I'm putting my hand to your cheek right now." The stubborn strength that had kept her knees locked threatened to give way. Closing her eyes, she whispered back, "I'm putting my arms around you, and leaning my head on your shoulder." "And I'm stroking your hair, and kissing you." He took a deep breath. "And I am always, always going to hold on to you with all of my strength. Always, Pia.
A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face. 'This, ' he whispered so quietly she almost didn't hear him. 'Is why you are so bad for me.
Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. "I'm glad we're going steady, " he whispered. "So am I." In spite of the reassuring weight of his bracelet on her wrist, Jane suddenly felt shy. It seemed strange to be so close to Stan, to feel his crisp clean shirt against her cheek. She could not look up at him. Gently Stan lifted her face to his. "You're my girl, " he whispered. -Fifteen
Gun up, ' he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. 'Set it in here, ' Mellas whispered to Conman. 'Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.' 'He won't like it.' 'To hell with him. Send a fire team around to the left. We'll cover with Mole if they get into the shit. Who do you want to go?' Now it was Conman's turn to play God, at age nineteen. He shut his eyes. 'Rider.' So some are chosen to die young.
Quinn spoke their language-all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him-in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. 'See that guitar?' I nodded. 'That's a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I'd choose the guitar. Natch.' He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. 'Naturally, ' I whispered. 'It could be why you're still single.
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I want to have the heart and mind of a queen, ' she whispered. 'I want it more than anything. But I'm only pretending. I can't find the feeling of it inside me.' Fire considered her quietly. You want me to look for it inside you. 'I just want to know, ' Bitterblue said. 'If it's there, it would be a great comfort for me to know.' Fire said, I can tell you already that it's there. 'Really?' Bitterblue whispered. Queen Bitterblue, Fire said, shall I share with you the feeling of your own strength?
You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward placing Demandred's sword point against his own side and ramming himself forward onto it. "I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather." Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight though the throat.
Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. "We're going to win, " he said, his voice calmer, less strained. "This is nothing. Keep going. They can't stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her... tell her I'm sorry. Tell her... I wanted... to show her... my little valley. Tell her I tried." His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. "Shhh, " she whispered. "Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. We'll take it from here." "Failie, " he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. "Where's my seed?" His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him.
Chapter 8 - The Rescue Team: "Timbroke Hall was completely dark. A creaking shutter opened and closed to the rhythm of a howling, north wind. It bore a cold reminder of the harsh winter coming quickly this year. The children crept up the rock stairs to the familiar wooden doors at the front of the building. Ariana led them around the porch to a side door according to her, was never locked. The broken handle dangled loosely and offered free entrance. The team cautiously crossed the threshold of the old hall into pitch blackness. An owl hooted and the sound of large wings flapping reverberated around them. Camilla startled, cried out a fearful yelp causing everyone to jump. Hannah reflexively covered Camilla's mouth until she was certain nothing more would slip out. 'Quiet, ' whispered Jess in an angry tone directed at Hannah. 'It wasn't me, ' whispered Hannah pointing down at Camilla. 'Sorry, ' whispered Camilla apologetically.