Thrilling Heroics: Ofenna's Calamitous Costume Caper
She yelled, brows knit in annoyance at the lack of purchase. "there's no use trying to break it, remember, you wanted it tough and cut resistant, really this is your own fault." the voice crooned in taunting glee.
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans
Carl had met the tiny, shrivelled shop keeper and even though the man was a ninety-seven year old toothless bag of bones in a cable-knit cardigan and tartan slippers, he was terrifying.
Blooming Tides - Chapter 2: Humble Beginnings
She stared off into the distance as she knit her brow, then spun around to face tai. "wait, hold up. are we still talking about the same person, or...?" "what's there to explain?"
The Wishing Stone, Chapter I: Tradition
But then his brows knitted together - his grandfather was trying to dismiss him, brush him aside. "no. grandfather, you have to listen to me. this isn't fair. i have proven--" "you have proven _nothing_!"
The Guilded Cage, World Introduction, part 1
Those followers who remain worship holus in secret and call themselves "the militia", a loosely-knit group with the goal of one day breaking free of the regime which has claimed their ancestral lands in its iron-clad grasp.
A Fluffy Transformation (eBook teaser)
Puffing and pausing for a moment, umoko regained what was to be had of her breath before shoving open the door with her shoulder, eyebrows knitting nearly together as her brow furrowed.
Eye of a Needle
\*\*\* she'd definitely bring her knitting needles with her, jackie decided.
Dead To Me
"did jackie ever tell you the story of how she traded something for those knitting needles she got from tilly that time?" the jackal scanned her mind for it, but nothing came to mind. "i don't think so, no, why?" what had they wanted to hear?
Boy in kimono.
A semi long black jacket with the zipper on one side and a knitted sweater underneath, then some black pants that were a bit too tight around his legs but not too uncomfortable around the waist.
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans [Pre-Apocalypse]
Carl had met the tiny, shriveled shop keeper and even though the man was a ninety-seven year old toothless bag of bones in a cable-knit cardigan and tartan slippers, he was terrifying. no wonder 150th liked him.
His Rise, Terra IV: Forgotten Evil "Glimmering Dawn"
The rogueish male stepped over to the angry looking man and sat down across from him knitting his brow. "gil. my man, my meister of music. didn't think you'd find your way here so quickly!" "you..!" he squeezed his hands together. "you!
For Every Door that Closes -- Five
A light, coarsely knit fabric covered me from feet to chest, though my arms rested on top of the sheet. it was dark, but upon turning my head, my improved night vision easily took in the sparse room.