Embers of Dawn: Chapter 31: Lanterns in the Loan
_” lissa jabbed her finger at his nose-ridge. “i see,” he said, sighing with theatrical weight. “then we must never speak of this again—lest she appear behind us and—” “up to trouble again?” a dry voice called.
Anything GOOOes (2/3)
Aleis raised an eye ridge. "how exactly?" "uhhh...it's...complicated." "oh... okay then." "at any rate, i'm gonna go job hunting again tomorrow, so i probably won't be seeing you." "that's fine. i hope you find a good one this time."
Rocky Mountain Times (Chapter 3)
She stripped off her boots and ran bare foot up the ridge. her large paws displacing her weight and allowing her to fly up the unmarked trail to the top.
Our City - Prologue
Bruises ran up the length of his arm and along the ridges of his knotted knuckles. the voice on the radio, hiding somewhere behind the static, sang on.
Children of the Night
Elder ukko stepped up to the edge of the ridge that overlooked the training field. he nodded his head. "thank you, fledglings."
Choices
." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* alex's stood on a ridge line a few hundred meters from the venomian outpost. the ridge was covered by an outline of trees that spanned all the way to the outpost, where it was cut a few yards away from it.
WindSwept: Chapter 2
I led her out onto the ridge, and had her sit by me.
Dragon In The Kitchen.
Old, pale ridges crossing newer, darker marks. one large, jagged scar carved up the right side of her face, stretching from beneath her jaw to a milky, clouded eye that didn’t track quite the same as the other.
Chapter 1 of my book "A Wolf Asunder"
Looking down from the small ridge kaltos and his squad were on they could see the avarash patrol settling in and making camp in a small glade surrounded by trees a short distance from the ridge.
Stripped Bolts and Leaking Lines
She pointed back towards her airlock with her tail, the scaly ridge above her eye raised with a cheeky grin. "yes, but i've terrible work ethic when sexy racing ships are in my bay."
Last call
The path dead-ended, or more probably began, at the door to a little building of honey colored wood, built right up against the ridge.
Maycor
Atlas raised an eye ridge. "_you_? they trust _you_ to take care of a hatchling? you can barely even take care of yourself without getting into some sort of trouble!" he muttered.