Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 18
A searing pain slashed across his back again, prefaced only by a loud hiss as a leather whip cut through the air. "ahhh!" he screamed out, his eyes screwing shut against the lash he was sure had spit his flesh wide open.
Roaring seaward
It took a more serious question to animate the man again; he prefaced it by resting his paw on the dog's shoulder. "hey, elvis? i got a question." "yeah?" "what did you say to him? the guy on the radio?" "my secret question?
Graphic Violence
At the beginning of class, he got up in front of his students and prefaced his daily lecture with a eulogy. "class," he began, "before we continue with the material today, i think we need to get something out of the way.