Black-Winged Angels Chapter 6: Love and Hatred
I guess...it's poetic, isn't it? there's no hope...when you are facing death. all you can do is embrace it and become its friend. the fear of nothingness, devoid of individuality, is the worst fear of them all, as do the fear of the unknown."
Chapter IX: Long Away
"i suppose there is a sort of poetic justice to it. so, this is him, then?" he said, indicating the catatonic shepherd. ashleigh nodded. "he won't... snap out of it, kaiser.
Havana or Hell, part three
"it's almost poetic. kendall started his career on a weak note, and ended on a weak note." "but take this one." mike showed me a heavy box illustrated with a tank on the box-top. "_bombs over baghdad_. you can play either as the iraqi army or the us.
Bluetooth
"a scientist can be poetic in their descriptions," howard said, placing a hand over his heart. "you must admit this is amazing what you're seeing."
Tutorial (Part 1)
"very poetic," zade commented. zade's excitement over being able to battle left him disappointed when they arrived at their destination without any interruption. "welcome to fedaltes, home of the dwarves," syrion announced.
Forged in Fire
"how poetic!" remarked a voice coming out of the sky. "cid!" zade exclaimed. "alakin, and calic, too!" teri exclaimed as she looked up. "kadonyth, and of course, acorech!"
The Fireborn: Cold as Hell
He jumped down to the room and landed with poetic grace, even enduring the 100 foot drop like it was nothing. the creature stood there not even 10 feet away from us.
The Red Maiden series pt [4] Poet’s Play
Brume scowled, "well aren't you the poetic one?" "what shame is there in being a poet brume?" a strangely gentle expression spread over brume's face, like that of a parent humoring a small child.
Mischievous Sands
What mattered now was not who wrote them, or if they sounded particularly poetic or dramatic, but that he remembered the words. "and so are we to continue this silent madness?" dr.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 11
_smiles can spread like a disease_, layla thought with wonder, which was a rather un-poetic way of looking at it, but that didn't make it any less true.
Trolley Hangover
"poetic." "perhaps," was the tabby cat's whisper, and she licked her fangs. and stared deep into the autumn night. as she leaned back in her seat. a minute more, at the ambling speed they were going, they were there.
A Soft, Soft Night
"poetic," the rabbit said simply, tilting her head. ross nodded. "we do not have bugs on my world. or, at least, none that you would be familiar with. we have things called ice bores. worms that burrow into ice.