A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
I hurt my ankle and I can't walk on it.
Is your ankle up to a two-step?
She pulled out waterproof ankle boots and her thick, lamb's wool-lined coat then quickly gathered her toiletries and packed an overnight bag.
The man grabbed her ankle and she kicked him with her other foot.
She wrenched away, only for the robed man to snatch her ankle and drag her down.
Katie chose a pair of wool-lined clogs, shower sandals, and waterproof ankle boots.
She made it to the sand before being forced to slow to a walk by the ankle-deep, loose sand.
She made it to the sand before forced to slow to a walk by the ankle-deep, loose sand.
His eyes landed on a perfect Little Red Riding Hood, right down to the ankle socks and patent leather Mary Janes.
He pulled her close, murmuring into her hair, "Just so you know, I plan to take those ankle socks off with my teeth later."
They brought a wing chair from the living room into the studio, and Elisabeth positioned him sitting back with one ankle on the other knee, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
Ahead of her, Katie stepped off the wooden porch into the ankle high snow and followed the trail Carmen had broken earlier on her trip to light the stove in the dairy.
She screamed as pain shot through her ankle and up her leg.
Was the ankle broken?
When she felt the knife near one ankle, she lashed out at him.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.
The roots around Deidre's left foot snapped free. Katie shoved it aside before it could change its mind and started on the roots around her right foot. Deidre moved her foot with a look of pain. She rubbed her ankle, and Katie cut her arm again.
Dean half-felt his way across the parking lot in his bare feet, cursing the pebbles and splashing through ankle-deep puddles at curbside before stumbling into the absolute darkness of the beach-side path.
With a ring in my nose and a ball and chain on my ankle, no doubt.
The Black God snatched her ankle, dragging her back.
Her ankle twisted as she landed on a rock, and she fell, yanking free another knife to block the guardsmen's first blow.
Pain shot through her ankle and her knees buckled.
Shifting her weight off the injured ankle, she pushed away from him.
I twisted my ankle and fell.
Grass brushed the skin above her ankle, tickling her.
The specially painful points are about the knee and ankle joints; besides which a feeling of numbness is experienced throughout the whole limb.
For ornament women wear silver ankle-rings with bells, silver necklaces and silver or gold rosettes in the ears.
In all the groups which are at present arboreal, the palaeontological evidence goes to show that their ancestors were likewise so; while since, in the case of modern terrestrial forms, the structure of the wrist and ankle joints tends to approximate to the arboreal type, as we recede in time, the available evidence, so far as it goes, is in favour of Dr Matthew's contention.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.