Why that picture settled into her brain, she couldn't say.
I'm kinda tired of having my brain cut open.
Biking was usually Dean's thinking time, but his brain felt overused lately and had opted for a day off, restricting his thoughts to nothing more pressing than the next hill.
It operates on manipulation of brain waves but only on highly intelligent individuals.
It was hard to imagine she had a tumor in her brain the half the size of her fist.
A bullet through my brain is the only thing left me--not singing! his thoughts ran on.
"You mean my scrambled brain waves," Howie said with a smile.
While Howie, between his brain damage, operations and lengthy coma created a rare combination of mental soup, could we say with any certainty that his ability was absolutely unique to him?
It was then that my slowly reacting brain, flowing like cold molasses began to function, more than a gerbil driven wheel.
She refused to give in to the nagging question of brain damage.
Hallucinations, fate or some sort of mania brought on by her brain tumor, she wasn't going to wait for the Grand Canyon.
The surgeries that first year integrated the tumor into your brain using science and magic in a combination that even I was unable to reverse, when I finally realized you weren't the same woman I recalled.
She was ransacking her brain for a good save when he reached down and grabbed the bucket.
That was when the logical part of her brain jerked her back to reality.
She'd removed her personal identifiers, hacked into the government's tracking mainframe to deactivate the implant in her brain, and changed into the black tactical uniform Elise brought her over her civilian grays.
In 1872 he was promoted commander at what was an exceptionally early age, but he died on the 17th of December 1874 of brain fever.
Or perchance, at evening, I hear him in his stable blowing off the superfluous energy of the day, that he may calm his nerves and cool his liver and brain for a few hours of iron slumber.
Now a bullet through my brain-- that's all that's left me!
"That's because the brain is the strangest tool of the body," Quinn answered.
Could the fact that Howie's brain waves are somehow different after his lengthy coma and all the operations he endured be effected by what you were doing?
All I'm trying to do is get a handle on why his brain is doing this to him.
A thousand thought and memories shuffled through my brain like black jack deck.
He offered her a choice: to cure the inoperable brain tumor killing her or to outright kill her before she declined, whichever outcome she preferred.
I, uh, made a deal with Darkyn a few days ago for him to remove my brain tumor.
He tucked the information in the back of his brain as he entered the store and purchased his Fat Tire Ale.
Tests revealed normal brain function, and there was no indication of any permanent damage.
The doctor said they could find no reason for him to stay in a coma, except the possibility of brain damage from lack of oxygen or blood loss.
Still, she was beginning to have a bad feeling that he might have brain damage.
She deserved the brain tumor.
Her brain tumor never seemed like a blessing before now.
Though the power of mind manipulation was far from brain surgery, he might also know how to help Deidre.