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.
The Second Promise: Chapter 4, The Wrong Questions
Conjuring winds, he utilized them clear an area near the beige walls, where he placed a blank paper and started drawing tarith while making various lines connecting to his portrait. the bone lodged in his spine was what threw kyrik off the most.
Grentail Manor Chapter 2
After a moment, he asked, "does melissa have a portrait?" photine nodded.
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.
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.
Were I Home for Christmas...
The painting almost looked like a picture we could have taken at a portrait studio, but this had taken time and dedication. in it eyrich stood behind me with his arms over my shoulders in a loose hug with his head over my shoulder.
Down a Rung
Fiela rose's gaze drifted lazily about, glancing periodically at encased portraits of her family that sat upon the shelf beside.