The Cohen Clover, Ch 22
Loris took caroline under her wing and, together, the two worked for almost six months on preparing what a unity centre would look like on shattered earth; that fall, dr.
An old story
Le cercle d'âmes \*pointe les cercles concentriques avec un triangle au milieu et avec une pierre en son centre et une chacune à ses coins\* me permet de voir combien cohabitent en moi.
Against All Odds: Part 11 - Aftermath
In its place, an atmosphere as cold as the biting evening wind chilled nathan to his centre.
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Nine
Three men were seated at a carved table in the room's centre, eating rice and fish with chopsticks. all three looked up.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 67
She was coming close to the centre of the wall now. where the wolves were. kiana walked a little faster. her feet thudded against the snow-frosted planks, which creaked and groaned beneath her weight.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 8
"every fox outside this area will have to abandon their homes and move to the centre." "that is absurd!" bileam said. "you can't expect everyone to just pack up and leave!
Journey to another world ch36
The breeder said as he awaited for me at the entrance to the center tapping his foot in impatience. the boy had changed into some regular clothes.
Black Meridian 02: Death Throes
The metaphorical centre of town was called the brigade quarter, despite being to the west of the geographical centre. it had the highest buildings, powered street lights lining the streets, and members of the baron's justice on every corner.
Commander's Arrival
A very small town in fact, two rows of homes with a convenience store, and a main road down the center.
A New Dawn - Chapter 4 (Home Coming)
In the centre of the room were a series of long wooden counter tops surrounding one in the centre where a single yellow scaled dragon was busy slicing vegetables.
Game Show
You are positively equine, a long horn rising from the centre of your forehead and parting your forelock. that is what equestrians called it: a forelock.
Sam Greentext
\>a few tense minutes tick by before the faint sound of stomping boots starts to float into your cell through the small barred window centred just above eye level.