Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 80
Entire chunks of flesh were just hanging off his bones by sinewy threads. broken arrow shafts still stuck out of his back like a hedgehog's quills, and his right shoulder was just a mess of raw, minced meat.
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was
Unimportant Verse 4
Such joins are hardly perfect, thread tugging fabric unevenly unless it's reinforced over and over again. we seem to seek new seams to savor, and, weak though they are, revel in the imperfect unevenness of joining.
Moonlight ‾ Part 1
As of yet, though, none had discovered a way to "tie off" the threads and keep them balanced and in place for extended periods of time. that was the issue with magic as whole, lucius knew: it was still an emerging science.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 172
Entire chunks of flesh were just hanging off his bones by sinewy threads. broken arrow shafts still stuck out of his back like a hedgehog's quills, and his right shoulder was just a mess of raw, minced meat.
Chapter Five: Yowling in the Light
#6 of threads of destiny in which our heroes wish they brought a ball of yarn... **threads of destiny** **chapter 5:** _ yowling in the light_ cameron: cameron walked down the hallway briskly, eyes scanning for aimee.
A Tale of Two Foxes (Book 1, part 2)
Levi, was his sanguine thread.
Timelessness
The threads of fate are so vast and intricate, with near infinite junctures, that it creates a believable facade that it does.
None So Vile 29: Wild Hunt
Can leon thread the needle one last time? can alabaster stand to let him?
Waking the Dead
\>anna's excitement is physically palpable as she threads her fingers around your exposed wrist \>"allow me to show you…" \>with surprising force, anna drags you under the curtain \>"…my life's work."
Traditions
White silk with thin threads and gold and silver woven into the embroidery on her every cuff and collar.
Omatsuri
Her big, bubbly eyes a strikingly bold red, as were the small, round bells and chimes hanging from her waist, as was the fine, scarlet thread tied around her snowy neck in a bow, finer than the thread of a geisha's hair.