Chronicles of Trisha Talon - Book 1 - Chapter 1
While two crusaders of the golden crosses were formidable against an unarmed victim, they couldn't catch me if i was quick and not bogged down by the armor i knew they'd be wearing.
Chapter XII: E = MC2
He shivered feeling the cold edge of the metal bog as he lied down on the side of the box. he curled up and realized like six years ago, once again he was all alone, no one was coming to save them, and they were all dead.
In the Shadows of Kryckwood - Ch. 8 (MHO)
In fact, all the way through the bog and back into the kryck, the canid remained somber and seemed completely lost in his own thoughts. that left it up to the sereva to remain vigilant against potential threats.
Chapter 4: The Voice
Transport was impossible, either through miles of acidic bogs, the icy and merciless ports, or the massive forest itself. a sudden crackling noise caught ali off guard, lucan and nol' had got the voice recorder working.
Shiny Pennies on Parade
The mouse wore his coat, but not his ear-muffs or tail-sock ... feeling they would only get in the way (and, considering they were going on a stealth mission, he didn't need to be bogged down). but, as a result, he shivered.
A Tail of Two Peoples - Nightfall
Though this meant several soggy trips through bogs and marshes and a few detours down roads that were more paths, it also meant that no one ever saw them.
Retreat from Bastogne
It's roughly a day trek to the belgian border, and in smaller unites, it'll be harder to pin us down, easier to evade patrols, or being bogged down in a firefight." caludmer, silent and contemplative, took a few deep breaths.
Book One of Rabbits Part 3 of 29, "I don't know what you are anymore."
Ironwood can interchange with concrete or metal, and the material comes from the crazen bog, where the behemoth trees grow. the wood is not iron, but the trees do absorb the alloy sludge in high concentrations from the rust-filth bog.
Chapter Eight The First 10,000
I am a modern hario: my name is paddy kearney; not so long ago, i landed from the bogs of sweet killarney; i used to cry out: soap fat! bekase that was my trade, sir, till i 'listed for a soger-boy wid corcoran's brigade, sir.
Chapter 3: Enter the Forest
"your right nolan, it does sound different over by the south, fewer trees perhaps or even the start of the acidic bogs. if we're going to keep moving into the forest that would probably be the best way to ..."
The Big Question
This was the same woman who years ago had been so animate about not being bogged down with children now turning around and thinking about houses and cribs and all any number of other things as if it had been her lifelong dream.
The Message
When she finally reached the hedges, her feet found more stable footing, trading the subtle fondling of watercress and reluctant grasp of the wet bog for dry soil and crackling fall leaves, crushed underneath her frantic pace.