Adventures in College: Chapter Two
I carefully tiptoed around the big saint bernard in tattered clothes as i fumbled with my keys in the lock. before i was able to unlock the door i felt a paw on my arm, i turned to look into his icy blue eyes as he shook his head.
Love in the West Forties
"by now they are being married over at saint anselm's with spots marrakesh and my everloving wife standing up with them. we got the licence yesterday morning.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 21)
"this girl is a saint, and if you get on her case, so help me god, there will be a second attempted predation coming your way very soon." desmond chokes back a scoff. "what makes you think i'm going to harass her?!"
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 3)
Acting like a saint in front of everyone, pretending to be some meek little damsel... all the while looking down on everyone else!" "l-let go of me!" hafsa cries. "i know you can break free if you wanted to, president. i despise pretense.
Nathanriel's Fate- Chapter 8
A saint of a man came in, charged by seraph to change the lands and bring peace and order. he came into xinth, exposed the demon filth by creating that cross, bestowed to him by seraph himself and brought order to the town."
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirteen
saint bobo's hospital, on the western side of mauldibamm. not that that was any surprise. the council would never let their hunter be treated anywhere they couldn't stick their noses whenever they wanted.
Flaming Delights
"tell me, have you ever heard of "the silent saints?" i shake my head. she tilts her head, looking at me curiously. "i see. well, you need to learn then." she pulls out her fancy golden cased i-phone and deftly navigates to her spotify with seconds.
The Journal: Chapter IV
He could never tell that sweet saint of a grandmother something that would hurt her heart so much. alex returned to his thoughts to the moment and saw ruth staring out the window. she looked so calm, happy, and peaceful.
Ragnarok - XXV
He was patient- -the foremost of the surging horde stopped short, for on the monastery door there had been carved a statue of a saint.
Tails of a Cloud Skunk Ch 2: Career Trajectories
The sow could qualify as a saint. and with only a few words, she'd managed to make both look like a pair of sheepish school kids. a smile flitted across andrew's features. "well," he said. "a fair point.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 21)
Some prayer to the patron saint of champagne?' 'no,' i laughed, 'just a vital life lesson: "twist the bottle, not the cork"; you don't lose the fizz or break valuable _objets d'art_. cheers!'
"The Thin Line," Part NN
We started out of sainted oaks just as the first flurries began to fall out of the cold night sky, to start the ten miles or so back to lark's rise and then the relative safety of mossford.