Ragnarok - Prologue
- prayer for the dead, traditional the muses have been silent for too long. they speak no more of towers topless-tall, nor intellectual lightning filled with love. they justify no ways of god to man.
1905
He stepped in front of the bodies and took of his officer's cover, and fell to his knees in prayer. the battle had finished.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 6
Ander said a silent prayer that she wouldn't do anything foolish. his father's decision would ultimately decide whether she lived or died this day.
The bloke in the engine room
_ it wasn't enough by tsiolkovsky it wasn't enough by a prayer we was 'eaded for 'ell in a hurry an' i 'eard the ol' grizzly swear: _we need thirty percent over rated but by love of montgomery scott one twenty-four an' there's nothing more
The Tower
"i thank you, father above." he managed to muster as he closed his prayer. it wasn't long until the sound of distant galloping hooves came drumming up the hill.
The Arctic War 2
I then started to say a prayer i had learned from a prayer book while i was out in the field.
The Tale of Thorns - Chapter 1
More candles burned than he would find in a normal prayer service. resting in the plush red bed was the old dodeeja, still wearing his traditional green cassock and his golden circlet.
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part E
My mind had indeed wandered back to the lady, and i had begun another round of prayers to her. this one had focused on my gratitude for meeting meadow. maybe that pleased her, i don't know.
Darzhja Chapter 1 (Originally from Writing.com)
Say your prayers before we go to sleep!!" as always, i chanted my prayers to the ancestors.
Echo Fanfic: Christmas Megaparty
To tj, christmas ws as natural as the snow capped mountains of his home, and the act of prayer itself. he had long celebrated with cozily with his parents in echo and in wasatchua, with uncles and aunts of all kinds.
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
I write unto my husband, whom i love, and it becomes a prayer for his soul. i write unto my boyfriend. it becomes a bittersweet farewell on sunset seas. pornography itself becomes a tale of thousand-mile procession funeral.
Miklagard (Teaser)
My ears twitched as fragments of prayer drifted on the wind, unable to make out their meaning as they stirred the great city to embrace the day. i wanted to remember the importance of this day and commit each detail to memory.