The Saga of Fidonhaal - Daughters of the East - Bestiary (Appendix Sample 1)
Like their springtime kin, they are a kindly and festive lot, though taking more after their mother than father, they are comparatively mellower.
MoonDust, Chapter 1
Bright sun and cool air washed over her, and the scents of springtime growing things filled her with a feeling of home. a line of other soldiers deplaned with her, mostly in their late teens like herself, but no one she knew.
Against All Odds: Part 36 - Lifeline
Bright, friday sunshine radiated in from the world outside as springtime gracefully gave way to summer.
Wages: Chapter One
**part one: the colony** **chapter one: a storyteller's death** the perennials were in bloom, illuminating the mountain valley with the violet splendor of a million purple lilacs under the springtime sun.
1. A Cold Morning
Koris was always a beautiful city in the springtime.
The Wolves of Gryning: A Vixen's Tale Pt. III
The springtime air was fresh and brightened the scenery. luna could smell the sea, the trees, the flowers. somewhere close she smelled sweet honey, and the rich, weighty waves of fresh barley.
The Orphans - Chapter One
Well, in a sense, as the constant drizzling of the springtime storms had drawn to a close, there'd been plenty of light to be found when the summer season had finally arrived. it turned out in the end... to be too much light, mind.
The Tale of Ma'lach, Part I
_why_ _couldn't i have been born in the springtime?_ he thought as he rubbed his paws together. _why did it have to be the middle of winter, when it's so damn cold?
Intoxicating
**intoxicating** a refreshing springtime breeze traveled it's way through the night time air of the city.
Ari, the Lost Princess - Chapter One
Only a month ago, possibly due to that trickster god known as set, the terrible storms of springtime had ravaged the lands as well as struck uncertainty into the hearts of the population.
Two Worlds Collide - Epilogue - Life Goes On
Rose kennedy **thompson state park** **new london, nh** **august 5, 2012** i could feel the cool night air caressing my body as i lay crouched in the thick underbrush of the springtime forest beneath luna's luminous light.
Nature's Sober Man
The springtime ale is young and sweet, it's lure -- a ripe perfume. alas -- its sway for me is far too weak. i guess i'll wait til june. the summer fifth is full and strong, a flavor much too quaint.