"It was already off the cliff when I got there," he called.
The car slid off the cliff before I got back.
I knew when we started this business it was like I was in the backseat of Thelma and Louise's car hurtling toward a cliff edge.
Noon tomorrow, on the cliff opposite the cottage.
By the time she reached the cliff Jule indicated the next day, Yully's soul was humming like an electric wire.
As Dean rounded a curve, he caught sight of the tail end of a white vehicle speeding down the cliff-hanging road on the far side of the deep valley—a sheriff's white Blazer was his first impression.
Last night she risked her life climbing down a precipitous cliff in total darkness in an effort to save Billy Langstrom.
She felt horrible: Mentally drained, hungry, disappointed she wasn't at the bottom of a cliff somewhere.
She was closer to the top than to the waves, but the cliff had too few hand and footholds for her to try to climb.
However, the thought of swan diving off a cliff the next time he called her a damn blood monkey was getting more tempting with each day!
They ran through the forest toward the cliff, then ducked deeper into the forest before the trees gave way at the cliff.
Jared limped after him and appeared beside him on the cliff edge, taking in the morning view of grey skies and green forest with a look of distaste.
She sucked in deep breaths, on the verge of hysterics after the freaky trip from cliff to spaceship.
Dean dropped once more with the same bone-jarring result, this time slamming against the cliff-side with his entire right side and arm.
"You still haven't told us why you went climbing down the cliff trying to kill yourself," Cynthia said, a touch of chill still in her voice.
He heard the shouts before they reached the helipad atop a cliff overlooking a valley.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
Kris had opened it near the cliff. On the other side of the world from the Caribbean Sanctuary, the French Alps were dark and cold, and it was sleeting.
He stalked off into the forest, away from the castle and cliff. Toby clambered through the brush and trees after him, the angel's footsteps loud where Rhyn's were silent. Rhyn found a deer path and followed it until he reached a snowy meadow. Crossing it, he continued to look for a place to stash the angel where the kid wouldn't freeze to death. After another hour of walking, he found a small pocket in the roots of a massive tree.
He was still above the timberline, devoid of any trees that would impair visibility so it was clear enough to follow the road with its many switchbacks and curves traversing the mountain below him, a black line clinging to the side of the cliff like a pencil drawing.
Rocks had been piled to make a shelter under the cliff across from them.
She narrowed the distance again, this time rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips, the final push over the cliff on which he teetered.
If that means I dive off a cliff to keep the Others from using me against you, I'll do it.
They reached the cliff before the first arrows fell.
It was not within the walls, the encampment on the cliff, or within the passionate people themselves.
Her gaze lifted to the top of the cliff on her right.
His gaze lifted to the cliff top.
On one side was a massive rock cliff covered with green moss.
The walls are curiously constructed of massive blocks of ice which terminate in cliff-like towers.