Sly...
(chapter 1) a stumble, a mumble, and a slur the floor seems to be my salvation, my cure rock bottom broken, blood flows on the cold concrete that were beneath my feet vision clear as clay, i try, but can't deny it could be any day seems i was left alone
Slice of Life (Otherwise Untitled)
The stew would then be staged in the cooling pots of unglazed clay for the evening meal just after the heat of the day broke.
Innocence Lost
However, it would be the shattering of a clay mug across the floor in the kitchen to trigger the worse fight they'd ever had... and ever would. "i didn't want to come to this fucking town!" he howled back at her.
350 In The Field Of The Cage
White paper is available these days, but parchment or even subsequently fired clay would be valid. cleo springs for a high quality piece of papyrus out of a sense of irony.
Megalopolis - Forging a Soul
As the first rays of sun shine through the open doors of the forge seishirou paints several layers of a clay mixture on the blade, but he leaves the very edge bare.
Chapter 32 Let's Get Married
At the moment, evelyn was sitting beside aina around one of the many fires, still painted with clay and clapping her paws as she watched the dancing. she elbowed aina every now and then, pointing to something funny she wanted her to see.
Knowledge isn't Always Good
They all laugh, i walk forward avoiding the large piles of clay. the three notice me and they all turn to face me smiling. "greetings hunter gwen, nice to see you here."
[THE WORLD] of Monsters - Chapter 06
They focus on the feeling of heat growing in their palm, the flames that once gave the people of clay the means to create their own civilization.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 81
There was a message scribbled across her collarbones, the brownish red of blood and clay, three words in old wolven, screaming into the wind. _renna. baiya yamre._ she knew what words needed to be said now. "mother!"
The Dark Warrior: An Attack
I felt my bow and my armor ripped from my torso in their anger, and soon found the coat protecting my back from the intense cold covered in the thick clay of the woodland floor. the next few moments are distorted in my memory.
Laurin tales: JJ's story chapter 3
Just solid stone" "clay, then" in order to solve the debate, they went to the local blacksmith, wayne, a tall brown horse "children, why would you think magic doesn't exist?" asked the horse, beating at a piece of metal for a spear.
408 The Secret Decalogue
Creation from a void, reducing atmosphere like the inside of a furnace, living things that began simple clay and the abysses of the ocean. a world with no gods other than those who might visit from the outside.