Survival - Chapter Five - Alive
He closed his eyes and dipped his head down, as if in prayer. after about a minute of that, he looked up at her for the first time. the ferret stared at her for a long while, not believing his eyes.
Chapter 2 - Occupation
#2 of valkyrie - pegasus - book 2 - the hand of gods chapter 2 â€" occupation "hail be the gods, may their compassion and their light be a source of strength to me" - traditional terran prayer location: terran labour camp 045 â€" terra.
Uncertainty and Doubt
The shabbat, a time of prayer and fasting for the jews had just ended and this was the only day of the week that the golem had to be "turned off", made into a lifeless statue kneeling in the corner of the room next to a bookshelf filled with various rabbinical
The Gladiator
Collectively, a number of fighters in the pen bent to one knee and bowed heads in prayer. a tumultuous cheer thundered down, shaking the very walls, signaling the end of the fight, and one of the fighters. "jaxon!
My Destiny: The Day After
My prayers were answered; i was going to see my family and friends again. we talked for several hours.
Four Minds - 1
Her cracked and bleeding lips moved, but no sound escaped, wording a silent prayer for strength to continue.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 14
She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed each finger in turn, whispering a silent prayer to guide him out of his dream. "please wake up..."
A Patient Death 10: All Hail, Apathy
Mixed in was the heavy scent of prayer smoke, a constant omnipresent reminder of nurjan's forces amassing outside. _every time i think i understand the south, they manage to get even stranger._ "bloody southerners." he mumbled.
There She Is!! - Imagine
Where doki is from, tying a green ribbon to a tree branch was less of a wish and more of a prayer: a prayer for a dream to become a reality. she chose a tree branch within reach and made a simple knot with the ribbon.
Knight Adrift
They were purged without comment, though the waste of a plasma-shell came with a small prayer to their god-king for forgiveness.
The Poet Monk
The monk returned his hands to a prayerful position folded over his chest. he stayed uncharacteristically quiet, eyes lowered to the ground as if in shame. viola was staring at him, taking deep heaving breaths.
The Cycle
It's time, it's time, she was repeating like a mantra or a string of prayers, towing him by the wrist up the steps, into the pristine hallways and through the maze to where he assumed coolly that the source of his discomfort lay.