The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Fifteen
The colors continued to flow and spin below him, and whoever was singing the song began to sing louder. porter leaned against the window frame as a serene numbness began to creep over his mind. where was sarah?
My Unplanned Summer Vacation Ch 5
I closed my eyes and sing softly along with passion, it gave me the good old times back home.
Fallen Angels, Part six - Murder in Mind
"i can sing people into loving or leaving." "... but you can't sing them into fighting." i finished the sentence for her and picked up the jewel case. " _song for carlo_ was handwritten in green ink across the cover.
Pern: Clear and Deep
For the life of him, he wasn't sure why she enjoyed his singing, but she did and often hummed along with him, though he would never sing in public.
The Ballad of Terry Chaplet
"don't think i never heard him sing, myself." "me neither," said hurucair. "well," seth plunked the last of the moonshine into his cup of cider and drained it in one gulp, "maybe there's a reason for that. maybe i don't got nothin to sing about."
The Winter Lady [Lyrics]
They call this the great night, but instead of despairing of the invariably cold and harsh weather, they light their hearths, fill their homes with candles, and sing songs loud enough to drown out the howls of the winds.
Shen's Song
sing farewell, my honey fare thee well. if i had wings i'd rise above. instead i sit here longing for the one i love sit here longing, try my best to sing. but i'd trade my song in for a pair of wings. and say farewell, my longing fare thee well.
Nothing else compares
We sing to each other despite not knowing the key but we still sing to each other with the saddest of smiles, those are our lows.
Song of the Romani
And there in the silence of a balkan night, saban and cigana began to sing once more. "djelem, djelem."
Another Love Story: Chapter 2 - Another fateful encounter.
"i didn't know you could sing." he said as he rummaged through a rack of tux coats. "i've been singing since third grade." i said, my tail swishing back and forth as i finally said something coherent and relevent. "you're pretty good.
Poem: Last Dance Of The Wolves, Their Soul Rest
Let their souls remain within the peaceful blue lit light, their hearts singging of their old flow, but creating the new flow which no past remains, which no past holds within their hearts.
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter Twenty Seven
"sing of dark, sing of light, sing of feasting, sing of blight. sing of love and sing of pain, in the end it's all the same. we go into the shadows now, before the mighty mountain bow.