Light Bane: Chapter 34
So, tyr did perfect it during their exile."
Seekers: Chapter Twenty-Three: The End
I don't want to have you looking at me like that all the way to tyr." "you pull the steering pole up until you hear the engine hum." elise answered, turning her head away from joseph. "you turn to the left to-." "i know how to steer!"
my story
Moonlight: wakes up\* wha where am i \* tyrs to get up but sees is tied up\* lightning fire: welcome princess to my pack moonlight:why am i here?!
Confessed Truth
His eyes were downcast and the wolf's ears dropped as he heard fafnir breath out "tyr." * * * i realized i edited my 'master copy' without fixing this up...so now this doesn't suck as badly! (cheers) .\_\_\_.'
The Fireborn: Cold as Hell
 â â "tyr! look out!" â â â fafnir tried to warn me of danger but he was too late. a pair of the fucking cultists had taken up positions flanking me.
Chronicles of Draxuz: Call of the Hero
He had underestimated how good of friends merawth had been with emperor tyr. not that it mattered. that flea bitten mongrel of a cat had deserved nothing less than being beaten to death in his own home for the crimes he had committed.
The Fireborn: Prologue
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Darkened Skies: Chapter 18: Good Company
“girls…tyr to-“ “stay bleedin out of this arc. i'm not your dragon to soothe." lyndis snapped, “this is between me and that holier than thou girl you call a princess." the rogue snorted dismissively.
A Tail of Two Peoples - An Unexpected Ally
And finally, here is some tyr, a bread from the north which doesn't go stale or spoil for a long time."
March of the Damned (Chap19, Book9)
"once we have found ares, michael and the shinto deity, i will dispatch them to locate other warrior gods, like huitzilopochtli, the morrígu, thor and tyr, and anyone else capable of assisting our cause.
Illian Mini-Series: Difference
Donned in a long sleeved shirt as black as the shadows of an unlit midnight, leggings the color of an endless chasm, gloves so rich in color even shadows envied them and wielded a longsword on his back sheathed in something made entirely out of crystal tyrs
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
Two months ago, Marigold's street was a circus of news reporters and investigators. The eight year old equine girl had seen animals camped on her family's front lawn that she'd never knew existed until these tumultuous times. The media frenzy was the...