"The Thin Line," Part W
Both of the investigators looked at each other, and then leaned in, closely, their reed quills poised.
"The Thin Line," Part N
As he tossed his ink-reed on the desk blotter, he turned to me.
Hero, Chapter 1 - Otters
Everything around her was wonderful: the beautiful birds, the lush green reeds, and the crystal clear water - especially the water.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 32
She remembered how father had picked her up and said, "i could plant you by the river and you'd look just like a clump of reeds."
The Contact
It took a few moments for it to sink in, silent, listening the frogs hiding in the reeds by the calm little pond. such a simple minuscule place for the insurmountable grandeur of such a decision! "and...
Fugitive's Trust Prologue Part 1
All the cots were full and more wounded were set on rough reed mats, if not directly on the stone floor. based on what she could see, and the few straggling in from outside, there were less than 30 left of her original 100 soldiers.
"The Thin Line," Part M
I borrowed a scrap of paper and a reed from the wench behind the bar, and wrote down the names, tucking the list in a pocket. perhaps one of chitterleigh's scrolls had something to shed on this.
The legend of Tigersight Chapter 7
Time i forever remain your humble servant tigersight _ **chapter 7** _ the cold flat wool mat barely protected tigersight from the hard ground, every time he moved to get comfortable; he had a new piece of straw or reed
Kovu and Mipa: Rope Maker
She instead had devoted her time to the finishing touches on her article of grass and reeds, her which would hide her large body in the abundant grass. indeed, it seemed none the worse for wear despite its previous shredding.
Raspberry Line Chapter 6 - hTife
Emeral waded through the crowd, as if through a murky swamp of reeds, kelp and driftwood.
too war
As thunder rolls off into the distance and the air thickens as a vial of mist rises off the ground, like the steaming breath of an ancient dragon waiting to awaken from its long winter sleep, rock comes across a small spring surrounded by tall reeds, as he
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
I've played with many tone-deaf musicians, but none of them could read lips, or lip reeds for that matter; we were stuck with five seconds of useless visemes. "just let it go." fernando yawned and patted my shoulder.