The bloke in the engine room
robert heinlein had that idea, too, come to think of it.
Inner Struggle-prologue
_ my family: the taylor's chase-me blake-my lame little brother robert-dad ever since i was a pup i've always felt that i never really belonged in this world. at school i'm just a social outcast and at home i feel like i'm a mistake.
In the Shadow of Moonlight - Ch. 21
Even so, she couldn't help smirking a little as she passed robert. the boy was sitting at his desk sullenly playing with a pencil, his shoulders hunched down. here i go again, sophia took a steadying breath as she left the classroom doorway.
Nathanriel's Fate- Chapter 8
"so you are the friends that have started taking care of my little robert. i am called momma menn.
Wylde Fyre - Chapter Ten
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The Nightmares of Love
He was addopted by ana and robert neight. his father...died yesterday. he died of hepatitis c. he was really strong but robert couldn't hang on. rudas was by his side...he literally saw his father die in front of him.
Shaga - Étudier sur le terrain
robert semblait dire que c'était bien fait pour jean-françois s'il avait attrapé le shaga.
Witch Published
"robert! my name's robert. why?" "that's not important, robert. can i call you rob?"
Brothers in Arms
robert 'lewis' spall, the gun nut of fireteam 3, was sitting at the only table in the tent, with the dis-assembled weapons of the fireteam in front of him, cleaning and oiling them.
1. My Memories (Prologue)
robert clancy of the sovereign iii heavy assault cruiser tcs warhound, "if y'all put it that way, how could we say no?
Routine Maintenance
By the time she finished, robert the station's librarian had arrived dockside. bael greeted him at the airlock and escorted him aboard. "glad you could make it. how is the library?" "oh boring as usual.
The Poet Monk
Another short short, this time inspired by the sci-fi chicanery of robert baird. "the umber gush of flame, the silent roar of its passing. i feel no heat. i hear no sound. but i know that death is here, beckoning me closer." "shut up! shut up!