I've found old rock fences, and there's an old log cabin falling into ruins not too far from here.
He came up to the cabin the week before he was leaving for the seminary, four or five years later.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
While I long to have the child alone in my cabin, keeping the two in there would be cumbersome.
Thankfully, Molly slept until we arrived, at a small cabin in a thickly wooded area.
A cabin in the hills above Santa Barbara.
He'd roamed the palace that was his home many times before returning to live out of the tiny cabin he preferred in the Everdark forest.
Instead of taking a portal to his cabin in the Everdark forest, he hiked through the woods.
His cabin was tiny, two rooms, with the walls lined with weapons he'd collected over the years.
It was past dark, and she'd come to his cabin most nights for the past two months.
Heat ripped through the cabin of the helicopter, bringing with it the scent of scorched metal.
The cabin swayed, and Lana caught the image of wires and far below, water.
She straightened and tossed them down the cabin to the soldiers.
Brady unstrapped himself, and she watched uneasily as he inched closer to the center of the cabin, his hands—and concentration—on the ceiling.
She struggled to pull herself out of the cabin, against the flow of cold river water.
Rhyn left the cell block to Toby's protests and walked with Gabe through the antechamber and into the hallway on the other side. Gabe's gaze was dark, his air brooding. Rhyn opened a portal, and they crossed through to Gabe's cabin in the underworld.
Darian found a summer cabin beside a lake in a small logging town near the Black God's hideout.
A quick glance around at the furnished cabin left him satisfied.
I have a cabin near Jonny's.
He'd said something about a cabin nearby.
Struggling into his shirt, Charles tried to yank away, but Darian Traveled to his cabin before releasing him.
Vintage cabin on 40 acres of secluded land near Huntsville, Arkansas.
It would be perfect hideaway - old log cabin in excellent condition - breathtaking scenery.
The cabin couldn't be much further.
Inside, the cabin was hot and stuffy.
The cabin was no longer in sight.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
The captain showed me Columbus's cabin and the desk with an hour-glass on it.
This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments.
I had many a genial thought by the cabin fire "as I sailed."
I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains.