In He Ran 2 - Trapped Like A Rat
walter simpson" embroidered upon it. inside it was a memo, written elegantly if hastily. james tried his best to read it to himself. "this is the third day that i, walter simpson, have been in here.
Geheimnisse und Gerüchte - Der nächste Tag
Achja, ich soll dir von walter dank ausrichten." "dem walter creed?" "der eine und einzige. dank dir ist der voll entspannt geworden. er war keine sekunde wütend und hat sogar hausaufgabenfrei gegeben." "das soll ich heute bewirkt haben?
story labeled '199'
walter was about to leave but harry stopped him to give him his room key. after a quick call to the hotel the three settled in the living room. “ i am sure you will be fine staying in lisa room.
The Weakest Link
Garret had told bailey that walter randor, the slave master of the city and the one to first welcome him to slave life, had a strict rule that all punishments had to be _earned_.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty Eight
"michael walters." "carlos ramirez." "troy rainer." they gathered in front of the machine, and then parted to let the masked man approach me. slowly, he reached up and pulled the rubber mask off his face.
Black Meridian 18: Running on Fumes
The current fella was doing a piss-poor job, and he was doing his best to learn all he could, someone had to take the mantle once walter drank himself underground. "oi sam." arthur called, turning to the curly-furred dog. "ya got a... smoke?"
My Name Is Jason Shallowater
walter white. he smiled upon seeing that i had woken up and offered me something to drink. "what exactly happened, doc?" i asked, confused as to how i was still alive.
Fathom's Phantoms, Ch 6: Some Assembly Required
Jen placed bernard and walter to the first apartment since the two dogs usually worked better as a team, then ordered quincy and velma into the second apartment-- the two sheep siblings usually felt more at ease if they were together.
Thirty - from the Whackadoodle Inn stories
Thirty monkeys hammering away on key pounder typewriters… a dictionary in the making – or – walter's mad back room of flying fingers.
City of Silver, Ch 1
Their kingdom's only adversaries were very far to the south and across great walter's channel. there hadn't been a war in the south since the king, his father, was a toddler. he was not traveling in the south, however.
Little Rebellion
He hated urie, zakhar, oksana, turin, walter, sanrivagh, his father. from the back regions of the yard, a high pitched scream sounded. "what are you doing?" he cried. "please no..." he scrambled to his feet and went towards it.
To Be A Slave
My name is randor, walter randor. you're lucky old leidal sold ya to me, the other slave masters of the city are downright criminals." alistair couldn't help but look up again, surely he'd heard wrong?