Changing into her night gown, she decided to sleep on the love seat.
"You're not changing your mind, are you?" she asked uncertainly.
The muscles of his upper body bulged as he sparred, their changing shapes amplified by a play of shade and sunlight.
Past-Death was visibly torn, her eyes changing colors faster and faster as she thought.
With a curse, he rose and ran to the courtyard, changing into his demon bird.
Carmen pitched the disposable diaper in the trash and hefted Destiny from the changing table.
He'd been fevered for a zillion years, trapped in the tiny cell in ever-changing forms, always in darkness.
There's no changing that fact.
Lana hacked into the federal system, changing her own profile.
Dean asked, changing the subject.
There was nothing unusual about Alex riding Ed to unwind after a trip, but this was the first time he had done so without changing his clothes.
"Oh, yes!" she replied; "because last hour I was thinking very hard of Mr. Anagnos, and then my mind,"--then changing the word--"my soul was in Athens, but my body was here in the study."
The next thing she knew, Alex was shaking her awake and telling her they were changing planes.
I'm not changing my mind.
When told of the happenings at her mine, she said she would consider changing its name—it hadn't been "lucky" for anyone.
Changing that, then, was the only thing that lay between her and her love.
"To discuss how you are assisting my death-dealers get into and out of my underworld," Gabriel replied, changing the subject.
Setting Destiny back on the changing table again, Carmen pushed a shoe back on her foot and tickled her under the arm.
Carmen lifted Destiny from the changing table again and turned as Alex walked into the room.
She walked through shallow stone valleys and hopped across boulders and shale toward the sun, casting frequent looks over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being stalked by a shape-changing demon with an attitude.
She'd never in her life wanted a tattoo, but to have some blood-sucking, shape changing, ill-tempered, inhuman beast's name on her neck was infuriating!
He floated on the updraft of air off the water and then drifted to the beach below, changing into his human form as he landed with a gentle thud on rocky sand.
Kiera grimaced and rose, changing slowly before leaving her room for the training area.
Her position at the table shifted as the program grew more complex; she dropped her feet to the ground and leaned forward, taking in the rapidly changing situation.
It was a sure sign he was forgiven for his irreverent try at changing the age-old ritual of greeting card purchasing.
It's always changing but it has great holding power.
It looked as if the Deans might have more time to themselves, even if Janet's absence meant they'd spend their leisure changing sheets and cleaning toilets.
Weller asked, changing the subject.
The politics are changing slowly.
A portal had opened overhead, back towards what Gabe had called the Lake of Souls. Demons fell from the sky, some changing into their winged forms while others simply fell. It was too far for them to survive if they fell, and he estimated half of them were likely dead on impact.
It was too late to get a non-stop flight so I have you going out of Allentown and changing planes in Baltimore.
Jenn brushed flakes from her jacket and sat, changing boots.
It was too early for the vamps to be in the gym, so she stripped down to her undershirt without changing into her sparring gear and began pounding into the dummy in front of her.
The weather is supposed to be changing this weekend anyway.
After changing his sheets and throwing the soiled ones into the washer, she left the house.
He started changing his name as often as his shorts.
He didn't steal the money—he found it—and aside from some name changing, it would be hell to prove he defrauded anyone.
God, I thought I was so damn smart, changing names, changing vehicles and some old guy and a small town detective find me like I've got a sign around my neck.
I figured they were left by some tourists changing a tire or something.
I could always call in Arthur for you, if you're changing your persuasion.
He didn't have the foggiest idea anyone was looking until after he spoke with Mrs. Glass—around Rollins, Kansas, and yet he keeps changing names, not leaving his signature and not even being seen unless he can't help it.
"Maybe she keeps changing her mind," he answered.