Ravens gate
Everything was almost white; it's a portrait waiting to be painted. she saw people, (what seemed to be very tall people) lots of people marching towards her. she was frightened and ran away. she ran behind a white building and looked at the people.
Brother Light, Brother Dark: In Which an Adumbral Transaction Takes Place
The walls on either side of the desk sported two different portraits of talos by two different artists, and on the wall opposite the desk was a small shelf with a smaller collection of manuscripts.
Dealing for the Night
"landscapes, portraits?" she shrugged. "any and all, huh?" she smiled again. watching her for a moment, jared finally remembered to plug in the griddle and started spreading out some bacon. "scrambled alright?"
Das ende eines lebens.
Nach einer weiteren woche erinnerte nichts in der charlston bar mehr an den vorfall außer ein portrait von cleo, das mit einer schwarzen schleife versehen war.
A World Lost
They walked down a narrow metal corridor illuminated by dim lights set into the ceiling, once he spotted a portrait of an alien landscape covered in green with a blue sky and some figures that he assumed were visitors of some sort, but he didn't have
Terms of Service - Chapter 7
He'd been silent the whole time he'd been trapping caftan in the portrait. standing before his friends prison the otter stared up worriedly then hurried after the crux.
Daemon - Chapter 16 (Tanjarr)
There were several paintings of zangarians, i recognised them from similar portraits back in the anaris household. apparently my grandmother had duplicated them herself.
Grentail Manor Chapter 2
After a moment, he asked, "does melissa have a portrait?" photine nodded.
Not Quite Calorie-Free
In the center of such a stairway was a large portrait of the white wolf himself, still donning the plaque of 'fishsticks. professor. teacher. mediocre chef.'
In The Doghouse: Final Chapter
Some were of her working on various vehicles, but the one that stood out the most was the portrait picture they'd taken that they planned to use for the website, a 'meet the staff' section of sorts.
Prologue
Above the mantelpiece there hung a portrait of lord lucius denholme, the father of the current lady. his gaze, as it swept the room, was at the same time somber, but with a hint of amusement.
Kiera
"you should have made akiko look angrier, though," he said as he pointed to the portrait of me facing the beast with glass daggers and scowling with an overstated expression.