I have a cabin near Jonny's.
Inside, the cabin was hot and stuffy.
A cabin in the hills above Santa Barbara.
The cabin was no longer in sight.
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.
Thankfully, Molly slept until we arrived, at a small cabin in a thickly wooded area.
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.
A quick glance around at the furnished cabin left him satisfied.
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.
The cabin couldn't be much further.
Maybe the cabin sat in a dead zone.
I've found old rock fences, and there's an old log cabin falling into ruins not too far from here.
It would be perfect hideaway - old log cabin in excellent condition - breathtaking scenery.
Yes. You should see the cabin - you'd love it, and the scenery is fantastic.
I had many a genial thought by the cabin fire "as I sailed."
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
While I long to have the child alone in my cabin, keeping the two in there would be cumbersome.
A cabin in the hills above Santa Barbara.
Earlier in a cabin in the hills above Santa Barbara.
Instead of taking a portal to his cabin in the Everdark forest, he hiked through the woods.
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.
He touched his jacket and felt the information on the cabin in his inside pocket.
When she reached the cabin she was relieved to find she was alone.
At the cabin she lifted the sack of groceries in one arm and balanced the broom in the other hand.
As she moved around the cabin opening windows, she examined every inch of the floor for possible entry routes a snake might utilize.
The sun was bathing the cabin in orange by the time she had finished cleaning and hanging her clothes.
After a shower and breakfast, she tidied the cabin and wandered around.
After tea, Clara convinced her to walk around the cabin to look at the vegetation.
The next question was, would he drop by the cabin or simply watch from a distance?
As long as she could see the cabin, she wouldn't get lost.
Apparently the area where the cabin sat was a dead spot for cell phones.
And then the rain came, drenching the cabin as if a giant were emptying a huge bucket.
The chances are slim to none that a tornado will hit this cabin, as sheltered as it is by the hills.
Would the cabin collapse around them?
Exiting the cabin through the back door, she found Keaton, stripped to the waist.
If this cabin had only been in the California hills, instead of so many miles away, it would make an excellent investment.
Maybe it was a little dangerous, but I couldn't just sit in the cabin and ignore her.
At the cabin, she washed a dress in the sink and hung it on the line to dry, taking pride in the fact that she was making do with what was available.
She had been a virtual prisoner in the cabin since she had seen the snake on the porch.
Even now she wouldn't be sure which way to go back to the cabin if the twine didn't indicate the direction.
He heard tires crunch on gravel outside the cabin.
I went by the cabin but you were gone.
Only now, can I fully appreciate how rustic that old cabin must have been to you.
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.
We were rolling in euphoria when an old friend from my Amherst, Massachusetts childhood telephoned with an invitation to visit her family cabin in New Hampshire.
The goal of our offered summer sojourn was described as a seasonal cabin on a small lake in near Wolfboro, New Hampshire.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
Wireless Internet was not available at the cabin and our computer had no means for a telephone hook-up.
The basement area was considerably larger than Quinn's small cabin lab-room, noticeably so with fewer plants and absent the desk.
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.
His cabin was tiny, two rooms, with the walls lined with weapons he'd collected over the years.
She struggled to pull herself out of the cabin, against the flow of cold river water.
He'd said something about a cabin nearby.
Darian rose and dusted himself off, thoughts going first to his cats at the cabin and then to the possible guardsmen nearby.
She glanced back at the cabin and started down the trail.
At the cabin, she opened the car door and climbed out, clutching the towel around her shoulders.
With a startled gasp, she dashed into the cabin, struggling to shut the door against the rising wind.
Next week was her last in the cabin and she dreaded going back to face him again.
Brady unstrapped himself, and she watched uneasily as he inched closer to the center of the cabin, his hands—and concentration—on the ceiling.
With a shiver, Darian Traveled back to the cabin he'd claimed.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
Pitched to the other end of the cabin, the two soldiers had strapped themselves in.