Joined in Mind and Body - Chapter 18
Andrew sighed and stood up off the edge of the big bowl chair. he had told serina to be brave and strong, but he had weak knees himself in all honesty.
Aberration, Part 5 - Chaos Ensues
I repeat the process with several others, lining them up and pointing them at the base of the narrow face of the weapon to create a serrated edge. the last tooth, at the tip, points forward instead, and i've left the other edge toothless.
Candy Land
Every kind of cake one could imagine dotted along the edge of the river and in the shade of the trees nearby.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 3
It kept him awake as he rested his chin on his forelegs and idly used the edge of one of his teeth to pick at the edge of his loosened black scales. or rather, what had once been black.
The Life of Another - Chapter 21
Without realizing it, i calmed to the point of feeling sleepy and drifted near the edge of consciousness as the show reached a commercial break.
New Threats
The upper right hand side of his chest was just gone, his arm hanging by a thread, the wound oozing around the edges, only a magic shell over it preserving his life.
Collared - Chapter 13 - Nightmare
"i'm...hanging off the edge down here. can you get to me?" she shouted in reply, and he leaned over the edge of the seat, looking down at the very bottom of the car. hanging on the back of the last seat was a set of hands.
Wolf River - Chapter 2
It was walking along the edge of the trees across the creek and was moving slowly towards them. kendri began to formulate a plan.
Nightworld 05: Still Alive
Bright flickering lights at the edge of your vision?" "i'm fine, wolf." kadir pulled away, setting off once again along the river edge. "let's just keep on, that village is our only hope of shelter.
Nightworld 10: What Remains
It was a few hours past sundown now, and he was perched at the edge of the river, sitting on a huge boulder that laid half-buried in the muddy soil.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 13: A Spoonful of Chaos
She was perched like a hawk atop a low stone ledge near the edge of the garden path, one leg drawn up beneath her, the other swinging lazily in the air.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 16: Where Magic Lives
Ferns carpeted the path’s edge, brushing axton’s robes as he passed, their fronds beaded with dew that had not yet given up its hold. in time, the air cooled.