FALLOUT (C1, Act1, Book3)
Something to do with glass?" "long story short, i'm a glass blower and frame maker. i own a shop over in the height called '_a pane in the glass_.' i can turn certain objects into glass and i can shape glass and sand."
Indigo Nights- Chapter 20: The Pendulum
"i assure you their pain was real," ziegler says, sipping his drink calmly as he continues to tap on the rim of the glass.
Rock Lane Tavern
He leaves a couple bucks under his glass and nods to the bartender. the fox doesn't catch it. the rat shuffles to the door and tries to slide sideways between a lemur and a collie.
Barred: Chapter 2
Too many for the shot glass to recall, too many faces running together. "here you go, coy." glass clacked against the bar.
Project Pandora
Out of nowhere, the sound of glass cracked under his feet as he crushed the glass shard under his shoe. then, the tiger did what surprised even the unmoving elpis. it looks up.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Ninety-Eight
He pulled his jeweller's glasses out again and peered at nathanial. "no, no spells. no magic items." he almost sounded like he was talking to himself. "hmm.
The Guardians Shadow
He checked his glasses several times until he was sure that the target was within range and shifted the glasses feature to an imitation infrared mode.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 57
Banno straightened up, a river of sparkling glass fragments flowing down his back just like the snow had slid down the window sill a million years ago.
Everwinter Ch39: Center of Stillness
With a glass of water in hand, i walked back, eased myself down, and held out the glass. a sudden cough was followed by a frenzy as he grabbed the glass, and emptied it in two gulps. _frantic...
Heart
Lee slaps the glass in frustration. i watch the young, passionate fox stare down through glass. and i think, talk about predictable movies. his tiger's about to hit it big, hit it huge.
A Pet's Best Friend
Asker moved in closer, her nose practically touching the glass and fogging it up, "what's wrong little guy?"
paper hearts - poem
#2 of poetry collection poem no. 2 paper hearts lead to paper cuts designed to bleed others dry hearts of glass break so easily made to fall apart and cry hearts of glass are so sensitive, gentle while paper hearts are careless, unkind hearts of glass