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Post by Tegid on Jun 26, 2005 14:40:03 GMT -5
Before I could pull away, he breathed his dying breath into me. (The Paradise War)
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Post by dgan on Jul 1, 2005 2:51:06 GMT -5
Up we leaped, swords in hand, striking, pulling the startled riders from their saddles. (Arthur)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 1, 2005 16:15:39 GMT -5
Spinning the shaft of my spear, I struck aside first one sword, then the other. (The Endless Knot)
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Post by dgan on Jul 2, 2005 3:41:26 GMT -5
At Cynan's words, terror struck me like a blow from behind. - (The Silver Hand)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 4, 2005 0:16:34 GMT -5
Blown across the snow-filled yard, the wind tearing at our clothing, we climbed the steps to the rampart behind the wall. (The Paradise War)
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Post by dgan on Jul 7, 2005 4:05:32 GMT -5
Nettlebeds flourished where woodchips once drifted deep as snow. - (The Silver Hand)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 7, 2005 15:31:51 GMT -5
The new snow lay deep and undisturbed beneath the silver light of a dawning sky. - (In the Hall of the Dragon King)
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Post by karenee on Jul 9, 2005 9:40:50 GMT -5
I saw the timber wall before me...warriors tense in the moonlight, edged in silver...stars hard and bright in a deep dark sky...the door of the hall flung wide, and warriors tumbling out into a pale yellow square of light... - The Silver Hand
thank you, dgan
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Post by Tegid on Jul 9, 2005 16:34:19 GMT -5
Upon reaching the doorway, I paused for a last lingering glimpse of the marvellous hall, when the magister put his hand on my shoulder. - (Byzantium)
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Post by dgan on Jul 10, 2005 3:15:11 GMT -5
no prob, karenee...
I struck something hard with my knee, and my right shoulder collided with what seemed to me a hard wall. - (The Silver Hand)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 10, 2005 11:52:33 GMT -5
Green plants of several types and miniature flowering trees splashed color against pale, slate-gray walls and tawny furnishings. - (Dream Thief)
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Post by cree8ivone on Aug 10, 2005 8:28:26 GMT -5
And not one dream had intruded upon his slumber--at least not the dreams he had learned to fear of late: those without color, without form, which seemed born of some alien sterile intelligence, which came into his mind and left him shaking and drained, but without memory. - (Dream Thief)
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Post by Tegid on Aug 10, 2005 14:16:23 GMT -5
"I will tell you what you must do," the wise bard answered, putting his arms around her. "You will give birth to the child that he has given you, and you will love the child and raise it in his memory." - (The Endless Knot)
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Post by karenee on Aug 15, 2005 22:56:08 GMT -5
A look of stunned disbelief shone on the craftsman's face; he squared his shoulders and raised his head. It was some minutes before he would believe that his hump had disappeared... (Warlords of Nin)
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Post by Tegid on Aug 16, 2005 1:31:24 GMT -5
Hunter nodded and explained it was a recent injury that he had strained today. Jones helped him straighten up, and as he leaned against the counter, the younger man put his hand to Hunter's side, probing the injured area gently.
"Would you like me to help you?" Joshua Jones asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
It was an odd question and Hunter didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
"Do you believe I can help you?"
Hunter gave him a puzzled stare. "Are you a doctor? Have you had any medical training?"
Jones shook his head.
"Then I doubt you can do much for me." - (City of Dreams)
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