Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part II)
Alone to marvel at fire frisking in the hearth. accompanying it, on candle's tops, slender, little flamy dancers swung it's hips in delicate wafts of wind.
Streams of Life Chapter 6
It was a nice room having a large hearth that was connected to the one i saw going on the first floor. the room had the same plastered walls all around with several ah'komeli rugs upon the floor but none too close to the hearth.
Crossbow and Kobold
The hearth sat in its brick home, a thin hanging bar of iron ran the length above. during the winter, the hearth would see more use for heating than just for cooking. but even still, i was not an idiot when it came to food preparation.
Grace
Within the one-room space, lit only by the small fire in the hearth, the gray-furred fox listened with a fascinated detachment.
Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 24 - The Monster
Teela looked up from alwyn, "she's the one who attacked the hearth!" "the hearth was attacked?!" "yes." alwyn nodded, "several days ago. it's why we are here." "but... but how?"
A Day To Remember | Part 1
I could hear his hearth beating with every breath he took. "me, too. when i'm with you i'm always happy, toru. you mean everything to me." his thumb caressed my shoulder as these words went through my mind.
Hearth Star: Supply Run
Jerky finds himself stranded aboard the hearth star with no way to contact command and a number of complications to his mission he now has to take into account.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 20
The sounds of the party outside, of foxes talking and falling over and laughing, soon faded into the background, until all that was left was the fast beating of her heart and the clunk of logs being tossed into the hearth.
MLP: Prelude
." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- andromeda and her husband night hawk sat in their living room, a roaring fire going in their hearth.
Ash and Song Chapter One
A small hearth glowed low. near it, seated at a rough-hewn table, was the human. he was grinding something carefully in a mortar and pestle; golden hair braided loosely over one shoulder now. a faint smudge of green marked his cheek.
Wifwolf Hates The Piano
The coffee tables were wooden, and a beautiful crimson sofa sat facing the hearth. \>as anon's eyes explored the depth of the room, he was fascinated by what he saw along the wall opposite the house's entrance.
Aria's Tale- Chapter 2 *Father Roehns*
A pair of priests sat at the chairs, casually leafing through books, relaxing in front of a fire that burned brightly within a hearth.