Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 35
"i know you think you're helping, mother, and i am grateful. it's just... the things i need right now aren't pelts or medicines." "then what? just tell me and i'll get it for you!" "i want my friends to be safe.
MoonDust, Chapter 33
Aaron did, sliding his claws through the grate and yanking it off to reveal a block of blue putty explosive. he dropped the grate and backed away. "damn," he growled. "i'm gonna beat the crap out of him, two-star general or not.
What Pride Has Wrought
Wrist excruciatingly grating together.
05 - Out
A man high grate blocked access to a large shaft. 'let's see if there's a way up here.' he said and kicked at the grate with all his might until it caved in and fell down. it took a few seconds before they heard it crash on the bottom.
Chasing the Sun - Epilogue: That Which We Seek
This book is not perfect, i thoroughly understand, and i am extremely grateful to you for picking up this book. besides, perfection cannot exist without imperfection, can it?
Pride: Into The Nightmare
Above her the metal grate slid into place with a screeching sound. "new female, blue. kennel seven." the man's voice echoed down to her as she rolled her eyes up to look at the sealed grate. it wasn't as far a drop as she'd feared.
Aurora: Chapter Four: The Journey
His eyes never wandered, and i was grateful. one of the rooms we rented--the last one before varaz'khor--only had one bed, and i felt sick when i discovered it.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 33
There was that to be grateful for, at least. the opening to her little groove suddenly lit up like a white eye, revealing the base of the twin oaks she had passed just a minute ago. and the legs of her father.
Future Vision: Chapter 8
Nexus reached up and unlatched the handles holding the emergency escape grate in place and pushed it up out of place.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 147
_ the darkness began to fade, but the flash of pain accompanying it was too strong and she simply drifted away again, grateful to go, grateful to move away from that red fog. there was nothing in there but misery and agony and... and... something else?
James Madford. Mechanic, Third Class
I sat down on the metal grating, resting my head against the unpainted steel wall as i worked the kinks out of my spine.
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 8
I quietly headed for the bathroom with zin in tow, being grateful that the bathroom door didn't squeak like back at home. "what is it, master?" zin asked quietly.