Cold Sentence Examples
Let's get in out of this cold wind.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
It was cold in the cave.
She knows about cold springs.
It was cold and dark.
One cold winter night I was alone in my room.
That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.
She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.
The night was cold and she was cozy in the bed.
At first she nodded agreement, and then a cold feeling clutched at her heart.
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She gave him cold stare.
She mustered a cold stare.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
The floor was cold.
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It was miserably cold in the bedroom.
The idea gave her a cold chill.
He crammed his hands into his pockets and answered in a cold voice.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
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And if anyone came into his room at such moments he was particularly cold, stern, and above all unpleasantly logical.
The French, excited by all that had happened, were talking loudly among themselves, but as they passed Dolokhov who gently switched his boots with his whip and watched them with cold glassy eyes that boded no good, they became silent.
It is a beautiful day, but yesterday it was cold.
Does the cold bother you that much?
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I have felt it on cold, stormy days and at night.
Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
When he ventured to glance her way again her face was cold, stern, and he fancied even contemptuous.
Throwing back the covers that had protected her from the cold night air, she grabbed one of her boots.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
He didn't care if she got cold.
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
Fishes are not animals, and they are as cold and moist as the vegetables themselves.
The conversation was cold and disconnected and continually broke off.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
He didn't sound like he had a cold.
Her face burned hot, but his tone turned her insides cold.
He was warm and she was cold.
Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.
Jake Weller gave him a cold stare.
But the same man who killed in cold blood had reassured her every day for over two weeks that he'd protect her.
One cold night in winter the serving men of the abbey were gathered in the great kitchen.
The boy held on to the hussar with cold, red hands, and raising his eyebrows gazed about him with surprise.
They rounded the corner of the building to see a group of men lounging against the fence, watching a display that made Carmen's blood run cold.
He made her sound so cold and calculating - so mechanical.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
He grabbed the towel and turned the cold water on.
Why don't you curl up on the couch and get your bare feet off this cold floor?
You can't believe how many cold showers I've taken.
The air around him was cold like it was around an air conditioning vent.
I feel funny, like really cold.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
She shivered, cold and wet.
She turned slowly, propelled by a tender breeze from the cold night air that filled the room.
She threw the covers back and rolled out of bed, gasping when her bare feet hit the cold floor.
They stood on the porch, awkwardly staring off into the cold night.
She struggled to pull herself out of the cabin, against the flow of cold river water.
Floating in the shocking cold, she oriented herself in the darkness.
Her arms and legs were already too cold to feel.
She wasn't too far from shore, though any distance felt impossible with her cold body.
She stretched and pulled herself onto the bank, shaking hard with cold.
She changed, grateful to be out of the cold, wet clothing.
On many occasions, she'd seen the duplicity and cold manipulation he'd spoken of.
The ocean's cold breeze swept over him, and his thoughts turned from his dead mate to his best friend, Gabriel, who had tried to kill him then disappeared.
The ancient dagger was heavy and cold in Rhyn's hands.
The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone. Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.
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.
The angel looked up at him doubtfully then picked his way across roots to the pocket in the tree trunk. Rhyn scavenged for what dry wood he could find and took the armful back to the tree. Toby was huddled in the small cave, shaking with cold.
Rhyn was alone on the island sanctuary in his dreams and awoke to the feeling that his magic had slipped even more from its binding. His body was hot from the inside out despite the cold rain falling in the forest. The fire had died overnight. He pushed the waterproof cloak off him.
Rhyn crossed his arms, irritated. Kiki trotted from the patio into the house perched on a hill overlooking Tokyo. He returned ten minutes later with a small briefcase, a jacket and a hard case for his iPad. Rhyn opened the portal, and the two strode through it, back to the massive tree where Rhyn had lost Toby in the cold, wet French Alps.
I mean, how are you not a traitor like Sasha or a cold jerk like Kris? How did you spend so long in Hell and still try to follow parts of the Code?
Bianca dropped to her knees beside her, and her cold healing fire tore through Jenn.
The woman radiated cold power, her eyes brighter than even Xander's.
Nearly two terms of fighting the Cold War led him to conclude, as he put it, War in our time has become an anachronism.
There an old maidservant was grumbling at a young girl who stood panting, having just run in through the cold from the serfs' quarters.
The sunshine from behind the hill did not penetrate into the cutting and there it was cold and damp, but above Pierre's head was the bright August sunshine and the bells sounded merrily.
And it is all so simple, pale, and crude in the cold white light of this morning which I feel is dawning for me.
Natasha did not move, though her little bare foot, thrust out from under the quilt, was growing cold on the bare floor.
But the French troops quite rightly did not consider that this suited them, since death by hunger and cold awaited them in flight or captivity alike.
The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
How could it be so cold during an electrical storm?
I was just ... well, the storm was so violent, and it was so cold.
Let's say it landed right in front of you when you were cold sober.
My fiancée gave me a cold eye as I hesitated before answering.
This case was a twelve year old girl, shot in cold blood as she sat alone at the poolside of her California home.
They did it for high level spooks during the cold war.
Once I was alone again, I pondered my unilateral decision to speak directly to Ethel Reagan as I sipped on cold coffee.
I could feel a cold sweat passing over me like a ghost at a séance.
He stopped cold to listen.
But a funny thing; the milk doesn't smell bad and everything still feels cold.
As I passed by the volunteer resident keeper's site, I saw an elderly couple in lounge chairs by a cold fire pit.
I was in a cold sweat as I drove toward town knowing John Luke Grasso was in the area!
He had killed them in cold blood!
It was then that my slowly reacting brain, flowing like cold molasses began to function, more than a gerbil driven wheel.
We hacked open a can of baked beans with a screwdriver and ate them cold.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
Her skin was cold; she was in shock.
Am I still grounded? she asked, pinning him with a cold glare and crossing her arms.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
Bianca wrapped herself in a towel, cold.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
Her words sent a streak of cold through him.
Cold fury replaced the regret, and he knew he'd do anything to keep her from danger.
The devil's smile grew as his cold eyes took all of them and settled on Bianca's necklace.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
Cold fear spiraled through her.
Dusty felt cold inside.
Dismayed, she shuddered from cold and fear.
She kicked and fought, unable to escape his grip when the cold in-between world swallowed her.
She pushed herself up, cold inside and out.
The woman in Dusty's arms shook from cold and fear.
He held her, never imagining anything could feel so right despite the rain and cold.
He'd hitchhiked between towns and walked cross-country, admiring the Irish landscape as he went and cursing the cold, incessant rain of late autumn.
If not for her unusual power, and his cold magic, she would've considered him crazy.
She darted through the cold rain into the warm car and tossed her things in back.
With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.
He wasn't sure what he expected—maybe a cold, hard Medusa—but the young woman Sean indicated was nothing like that.
She wasn't going anywhere in her position, and her body shook from cold.
A blast of cold tore through him as she directed her magic into him.
Fed up with the cold and rain again, he spun her and slung her over his shoulder.
Yully closed the door behind her, shaking out of fear and cold.
Yully fled the pub for her car and opened the door with cold, fumbling hands.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
He remained relaxed, his large body radiating heat in the cold room.
He was beginning to hate the cold.
Jule stretched his neck back and shook out his arms in the cold night.
Jule awoke in a haze of hot and cold.
Hot and cold mixed together and almost like it's raining inside me.
Yully followed him out into the cold, rainy afternoon.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
Fog coated the ocean, and a cold, moist wind made her eyes water.
His long, sleek hair was tied in a tight braid, and despite the cold and wind he wore only a long-sleeved sweater that hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders beneath a down vest.
Suddenly, the cold roar of the wind gave way to warmth and quiet.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
She touched his jaw with cold fingertips, and the bond between them opened.
Jule felt the sudden loss of the connection between Yully and him like the heat going out on a cold winter night.
Her pulse was flying, and her body cold.
He was dressed for the cold, snowy night.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
They Transported to the mountainside again, and the cold wind swept past him.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
He led her into the cold night and back to the car.
At his words, a rush of cold magic filled her.
The day dawned cloudy and cold with a light rain that chilled her after ten minutes.
She continued to walk, needing to feel the cold to remind her she was still alive.
The Other on the other side of the monument watched with a cold smile, his gaze traveling upwards.
The window was open, assuring her it was neither cold nor raining.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
Claustrophobic in the dark cave that had become her home, she grabbed her coat and purse and set out into the cold, brisk evening.
She ran until the cold air burned her lungs and the people were far behind her.
She retreated to her apartment, breathing raggedly, with cold tears stiffening her cheeks.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
Her apartment was cold, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, making her head pound harder.
She shivered from cold and pain.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
She landed hard on a cold floor.
His skin was cold to the touch; his breath hung in the air as he moved.
The doctor's eyes were the color of cold steel, his face stoic, his large form tense.
Sofia lay on the cold steel table, her tears still wet but her eyes open and staring blankly.
A cold wind comforted her as she sat alone.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
She had greeted ten men and two women before she felt the first flash of cold.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
Hurt, she fled into the cold night air, stopping only when she reached the center of the gardens.
He'd not had to work too hard for confessions in the past thousand years, not after word of his cold, methodological skills leaked to the Guardians.
True, they had eternity to figure each other out, but he didn't want her turning cold like Dusty or jaded like Jule.
When he wanted, he could be as cold as Dusty.
She opened her eyes when nothing happened, shaking from both cold and fear.
Cold fear trickled through her.
His feet were cold, and he was hungry.
The desert night was cold and dark.
He clasped his arms behind his head and lay down, impervious to the cold.
There was only one thing that could make such a cold man so upset.
We'll have one chance to rip his hideout open and… Sofia watched them walk away, alone and cold.
His gaze swept over her in cold admiration as he spoke.
He closed the door behind him with a cold laugh, not bothering to bind her.
They passed through two more doors before exiting into a cold desert night on the side of a mountain, overlooking the activity at the elevator's entrance.
Pierre trotted after her into the cold morning.
The air was cold, brisk, the snowflakes falling faster.
Snow covered his hair, and his skin was cold.
Dustin's warning growl was cold.
Cold energy shot through Deidre, and she flinched.
She felt overheated already, like she did when she was starting to get a cold.
His eyes were so cold and ancient.
He was too hard and cold to offer much in that way, but he spoke the truth softly and then kissed her hungrily.
Cold and merciless, this creature was her mate for all time.
His black eyes saw through her; his cold features were expressionless.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
One of them entered the bedroom, cold eyes taking in the surroundings.
She was cold but grateful to see the ocean.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
His cold gaze was piercing, his frame tense despite her touch.
I remember the cold shoulder.
He touched her again, cold energy spinning through her.
His cold gaze was calm and steady, his long fangs resting on his lower lip.
Tell me what's so important that we have to get all cold and wet, and...
A cold shiver went down his spine just thinking about it; a primal fear of dark and dank places.
He couldn't imagine any childhood taunting that would have caused him to crawl into the earth through a cold, wet, and black hole.
A cold chill washed over him.
They washed away their disappointment with cold beer and dove into the rest of their treasures.
Once you've got the bug, you'd no more pass up a good bargain than a cold beer on a hot day.
Fred said he was too mind-stuffed with all these goings-on to eat a bite of supper, but when Cynthia supplied cold chicken and potato salad, he ate two helpings, just out of politeness.
It was early in the season for the little fellows—they usually stayed outside until the cold weather coaxed them indoors.
Dean looked longingly at a half-finished apple pie—set out of reach by Cynthia—while he nibbled on cold salmon and salad.
Wynn felt cold inside.
She was … cold.
One side was cold, the other freezing.
Something cold slid through her.
The human emotions were crippling the cold logic that brought her to this point.
Gabriel moved through the meat locker, unaffected by the cold after the half hour battle.
A ripple of cold energy floated through her head and made her shiver.
She'd left them partially open, and the morning air was cold as it swept through her room.
Deidre was too cold to shed her clothing beyond her jacket but did take off her shoes.
She was drenched and shaking from cold but happy.
Deidre rested against the wardrobe, arms crossed as she shook from cold but blue eyes riveted to him.
She really was going to get sick from the cold and being soaked.
He cupped one of her cold cheeks in his hand, wanting to warm her up in whatever way it took.
Her face was cold but her plump lips were warm, soft, her lips parting for him before he prodded them apart.
Guilt fluttered through her, making her cold on the inside.
A cold smile crossed Darkyn's face.
Darkyn asked with a cold smile.
He walked back to the fortress, hoping the cold night air cleared his mind.
The French doors were open, rendering the room cold.
It was a cold, knowing smile, one that screamed I told you so.
He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.
She did remember bringing him back from the dead ten years before in order to help her with her plan and how cold he'd been to her then.
His eyes were cold and sharp.
His arms were crossed and his cold gaze on Andre.
It wasn't like in the old house, where she would have slept cold, got up to a colder house and had to start a fire in an old stove, then wait an hour until she could no longer see her breath.
Encouraged by the comparison, she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the cold hardwood floor.
I remember a time when you would have welcomed a cold morning so we could cuddle.
It wasn't something she liked to do, as his hand was so cold and lifeless.
The papery hospital gown was rough beneath her palms, the dark room too cold.
She'd thought him cold and distant at first, until she learned his background.
It was cold, sandy – and completely void of any other signs of life for miles.
The ocean was cold, and wet sand squished between her toes.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
Gabe gave him a cold look.
She flung the door open and slammed it closed, about to run for her room, when she stopped cold.
There was no sign of the gentle man who made love to her last night, nothing but the cold, stony features of death.
Before they hit the concrete, darkness swallowed them, and they fell through a cold, damp place punctuated by strange yellow doors.
Deidre's insides were cold.
He kept his voice firm and cold, unwilling to give on either point.
The clingy cold of the shadow world disappeared, and she was left standing in the middle of her apartment.
Reaching the road, she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold again.
Scared, Deidre slid on her sandals and walked into the cold, clammy shadow world.
Wynn's smile was cold.
With a deep breath, she crossed through the clinging cold, at a run by the time she reached the other side out of fear the portals might all disappear before she was safe.
Gabriel's made her hot from the inside out; this one left her cold.
The forest was cold, the rustle of pine trees against one another faint.
Dressed all in black with weapons strapped in places identical to where Gabriel wore his, the tall man was lean with cold eyes.
I'll still kill her to get what I want, if I must, Wynn said with a cold smile.
He dove into the cold water.
He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.
One warm, the other cold, both self-assured, polished.
Still cold from the chilly beach, she went up to her room and changed into jeans and a sweater.
Instead of a third drink, a flash of cold fire was forced through the fangs into her body.
She felt the cold circulating but no pain.
She registered nothing but darkness and cold for a while before the cold began to fade, and the night behind her eyelids lightened.
Past-Death's cold smile did not reach her eyes.
His soft hand was cold.
Toby was agitated and shivering, skipping up and down the sidewalk while shaking with cold.
He looked like death with his dark hair and cold eyes, his panther-like physique, and gloved hands.
He failed to make the cryptic words in any way friendly, and the cold glare seared through her.
She took one more look at the ominous man in black and the sword at his hip and followed, shaking from more than cold.
There's an anomaly in your blood test, but you're physically healthy, Dr. Williams said with a warm smile at odds with the cold sterility of the room.
The cold wind felt good against her face and roused her dark thoughts.
She felt the cold, black glare and fought the urge to run back inside the clinic.
He was in black, unaffected by the cold or the light settling over him, outlining him like glitter on black construction paper.
She hid in the kitchen, cold inside once again.
She hadn't been able to shake the cold she felt and was dressed in layers despite the thermostat being set to eighty.
She walked out onto the sidewalk, shivering in the cold.
The words echoed in her head, and she walked blindly for several moments, until the cold burning her lungs made her stop.
She climbed in wordlessly, not surprised to find it cold.
She felt cold again on the inside and shivered.
Cold air made his lungs ache, and he slowed then stopped, buckling over to catch his breath.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
She didn't know what he was, but she felt cold inside.
Warmth and cold shot through her, righting her stomach but bringing intense pain to her head.
She pushed his hand away, unable to stabilize the hot and cold racing through her blood.
The air was chilly, but she left the window open to the street sounds and the cold, wanting to feel normal.
The current stopped, and she convulsed on the cold marble floor.
She shivered, cold inside.
She returned to her bunk and lay down, cold fear filling her.
He was a lean man with gleaming silver- blue eyes, teeth filed into points, and an aura so cold she stepped away.
She and the Germans stood in silent awe, too drunk to feel the cold.
She darted after him, cold on the inside yet still buzzing from whiskey.
He beat the air mercilessly with his wings, rising high above the city and coasting on cold wind currents until he reached the ocean.
She didn't feel cold inside; she felt frozen.
Gabriel touched her forehead, and cold lightning buzzed through her, absorbing the pain.
She waited in the cold winter day until the familiar Lincoln Town Car arrived.
She felt cold from the inside out.
Her hand went to her neck, and she threw off the covers, crossing the cold stone floor to the bathroom.
It was cold and large, not the kind of place she.d ever choose to live.
She shook out her arms and stretched, cold in the early morning air.
Puffing and energized, she paused for a breath when cold fingers brushed her neck.
He spoke to her, and his cold presence was close.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together made her forget Darkyn, the cold, and the nightmare.
His hands were hot on her hips and his body blocked the cold wind whipping up the cliff.
He withdrew, and the cold wind swept over her.
It was quiet and cold.
He growled, irritated as much by demons as he was with the cold weather.
He scampered across the lab to a fridge that held cold tools and bottles of mysterious serums, everything except what a normal person put in a fridge.
She was as cold as Kris!
He jogged through the castle and ran out into the snow, launching himself into the cold air as he changed into the bird form.
I planned on going to Seychelles to escape the east coast cold, but Gio said being invited here was an honor.
The night was cold and the wind nonexistent.
She wiped her face, afraid to let herself feel pleasure in the warm body pressed against hers on such a cold night.
The night was cold and dark as he strode across the park to the edge of the castle.s grounds.
He didn.t attack, simply let his cold power loose into her for a long moment before releasing her.
The cold early winter wind dried the tears on his face and made his cheeks stiff.
Right, because killing in cold blood isn.t something a Council member does.
She sank down with her back to the door, not caring about the cold day or the snow that seeped through her clothes to chill her.
The object sitting in the middle of the table made his blood run cold.
She whipped the pillowcase off her head and vomited, her insides burning hot then turning cold.
She'd wanted to see if he was capable of being anything more than the cold, distant warrior obsessed with war.
His gaze was cold, his jaw ticking.
Her feet were cold on the wooden floor, and she'd caught herself looking down many times to see if she made grass grow here, too.
She may have been a duty for him, but he'd been so much more … and Anshan… Her gaze went to her cold feet again.
The edge of cold rage was gone from his voice.
She turned slowly, propelled by a tender breeze from the cold night air that filled the room with a chill of death.
Fred stooped to see what goodies remained in the refrigerator and removed a plate of cold meatloaf.
Fred sat at the table and began forking in the cold meat.
Each was nearly a copy of the others, unremarkable in its cold formality.
They dripped streams of water as soon as the sun began its business, the remaining moisture forming dragon-teeth icicles as soon as the cold air touched the droplets.
While the distance to her aunt's trailer was only a half dozen blocks, once the January sun had retired after its day's work, it would be a cold walk.
After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.
The heat has been lowered now that the men have left and it is oh so cold as I lay huddled here beneath my thin blankets.
In spite of the cold, I try to open the window to rid this room of the smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here, but the frame is frozen fast.
I saw them Wednesday last when I went to Dr. Rowan's for my weekly examination and both were ill from the mountain cold and drafty quarters.
I hardly minded the cold and lonely walk back after evening prayers demanded my love's return.
She was standing at the rail, peering down river, dressed in only a sweater, clutching her arms to her body against the snow and chilling cold.
Dean mopped his brow with his arm, in spite of the cold of the evening.
Dean answered him with a cold stare.
While she despised the man, her feelings still lacked a motive to sever his rope in cold blood and watch him plummet down to the rocks and churning river below.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
My feet are cold.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
They fit together as nice as hot apple pie and a scoop of cold ice cream.
There was a sense of cold and the ooze of blood filling his boot, and a reeling wave of lightheadedness, but little pain.
Don't forget he killed his wife in cold blood and tried to kill me!
When she closed her laptop, Jackson said, "I thought after, we could head toward the water and find a restaurant for lunch, then walk the beach if it's not too cold."
Cold doesn't bother me any more than it does you.
He had become so accustomed to Elisabeth's warmth, the bed only served to spotlight the cold vacancy.
Fall gave way to winter, turning the air cold and arid.
Every time the weather got cold outside, other residents in the complex cranked their heaters up and then he had to adjust his own thermostat.
Not that it could keep the cold outside.
He was bound to be bored, cold and disappointed.
The dairy door swung open with a blast of cold air and Alex paused in the doorway.
Was it the fact that the danger was now over, or the cold?
Thunder rumbled again and a cold drop of rain gnawed at the mud on her cheek.
If you mean cold and muddy, no, but it isn't always this way.
No, I wasn't talking about the mud and cold.
The pre-dawn was unnaturally quiet... and cold.
I'm sure he has enough sense to come in out of the cold.
She picked up a coffee cup and met his cold gaze.
Then they sneezed and shook the cold water from their waddles and drank again.
She pushed away from him and drug in deeply of the cold night air.
Her fingers grazed the cold metal, and she stretched towards it.
Cold water poured into the cabin.
Katie hesitated before shuffling forward on her knees. She carefully touched the woman's leg then patted it as she followed it down to the thick roots wrapped around her ankles. Unable to see exactly how she was stuck, Katie used her cold fingers to fumble around the root and the woman's sneakers. "It's really jammed in there," she said at last.
Katie asked. She settled next to the trapped woman, trying hard to keep her mind off how cold she was. She was grateful for company, even if Deidre seemed as lost as she was.
Thunder cracked overhead. Rhyn had ignored the rain, accustomed to being miserable. Hell was either broiling or freezing, and the Alps were just as cold. The underworld's chilled rain didn't compare.
Francie was waiting and there was cold beer in the fridge.
One touch of her damp, cold body told him otherwise—she was soaked to the skin.
Dean sipped the last of his cold coffee.
He poured a cup of cold coffee from the pot and picked up Mrs. Lincoln in one arm, interrupting her licking the remains of a bowl of chocolate pudding.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
After a measure of dead silence came Ethel's cold voice.
The words sent a chill down his back like an ice cold shower.
Then she turned toward him and with a lightening swing slapped Dean across the face with a force that shocked him cold.
Anyway, he's nice and warm while I'm sitting here getting damp and cold.
Dean could be back on Collingswood Avenue, listening to John Coltrane or Charlie Parker and patting Mrs. Lincoln, or catching a Phillies game on the tube, or eating pizza and slugging down a cold Coors beer.
The highway to Pagosa Springs followed the San Juan River up the pass to the top of the Rocky Mountains while side streams, arush with melting snow, ice cold to the touch, cascaded down from the roof of the sky, thousands of feet above.
No, but it's so cold up here lots of the bikers are wearing jackets and sweats that cover up their numbers.
A bank of clouds tumbled down the slope to the left of him, bathing the summit in cold dampness.
His digital speedometer read 54 miles an hour, faster than he had ever ridden in his life, and his eyes watered from the rush of cold air.
Now that he knew the story he was as cold and precise as if he were giving out a speeding ticket to an out-of-state Caddy.
It would be her first winter in a house that wasn't cold and drafty.
Yet she had considered his home a sanctuary from the cold winters.
Waking up to a cold house wouldn't be near as bad after a night sleeping next to his warm body.
Now she felt cold.
It's beautiful in the spring and summer – even in the fall, but during winter it's gray and cold.
The wedding is tomorrow and you're getting cold feet.
Maybe it was cold feet, as Katie had said.
No more would she crawl between icy sheets and shiver until her own body heat warmed them - or wake to a cold lonely house.
Weather in Houston must not get too cold, because he didn't have many blankets.
The weather turned hot, then cold and finally they moved into Indian summer.
A cold gust of wind asked why she was standing out here alone.
She felt hot and cold by turns.
The cold front turned into a winter storm that started with freezing rain and ended with snow.
Too bad he didn't have the foresight to stay home when a December cold front moved through.
A cold feeling started in the pit of her stomach.
The food was cold and she wasn't hungry.
I suppose it is better than a lonely dirt road on a cold day.
Somewhere in the cold outdoors, a wolf howled.
He smiled as he climbed into the cold truck and started it.
It would be cold down there in that old house? cold and lonely.
A cold pillow received her hand.
Her face was hot and cold by turns and she felt nauseated.
His voice was cold and ugly.
The barn was still and cold.
The cold wet days of May had thawed into the warmth of June, yet their marriage remained cold and lifeless.
It was cold and clammy and it trembled slightly.
You're cold as ice.
Distant sometimes, but never cold.
I was the one who was cold — unforgiving.
Why don't you come into the house and have a glass of cold tea.
His cold gray eyes shifted to Carmen.
Her face went hot and cold by turns.
He crouched beside her, his cold smile filling her with a fear unlike any she'd felt before.
The boy looked to be around ten with blond hair and cold, steady blue eyes.
She stepped into the cold, snowy day and pulled on a cap.
She cleaned up the blood first then took a fast enough shower that the water didn't have time to warm from cold to hot.
Cold wind swept through the room.
She marched again into the cold snowstorm and to the maintenance tool shed tucked between boulders and trees.
They Traveled, and Darian opened his eyes in a place where it was dark and cold.
He was curled up on the cold floor.
She left the mansion into the cold night and scouted around.
The cold, still air sank into her clothing and skin.
I'm not a fan of the cold.
She stepped away from his warmth in the cold room, gaze sweeping over his broad shoulders and whiplike frame.
He led them into the cold morning, looked around then held out his hand.
I hate the cold.
She took a cold, three-minute shower and then dressed.
For the first time since arriving at Jonny's, she wasn't cold.
His cold, chiseled features were bathed in the light of a streetlamp while his room was dark, aside from light lining the cracked bathroom door.
His cold eyes took in her features.
I'm sick of the cold weather.
I doubt you came here to escape the cold.
They Traveled to a place where it was cold and dark but didn't stay long.
Jenn's cold hand closed around it as she struggled to identify it.
The metal was cold against her warm skin, and she pulled her scarf on tighter once the necklace was where it belonged.
She walked to the foyer and looked out, dreading the idea of walking somewhere when it was so cold.
Snow swirled around her as she strode from the mansion into the cold morning.
She rested her chin on her knee until her nose grew too cold then ducked her head down again.
Despite the cold, her blood hummed with warmth.
His body brushed hers as he moved deeper into the cave, and he took her cold hands.
At once, the cold and dark was replaced by soft light and heat.
Her hands were too cold to move.
I think I just want to sleep off the cold.
She wanted to resist, to push him away, but she was so cold.
Jenn faced him, one cold hand across her mouth to keep any other stupid secrets from spilling out.
She tried to grip the necklace around her neck with hands still too cold to function.
Her hands hurt from cold.
The words were cold, unaffected by Darian's anger.
Where Sofi's magic was cold, Bianca's was cool, and the air around her shimmered as if with sunlight.
Jonny's voice took on a firm, cold note.
His surprise wore off, replaced by cold rage that rose from deep within him.
Darian took it, and they Traveled to a locker cold enough for his expelled breath to hang in the air.
Darian strode to Damian's side, touching his cold skin.
You're so cold, Sirian.
The man's voice was low and cold.
Her face stilled until she looked as cold and lifeless as a statue.
It was cold, so cold it seared.
Sirian gave him a cold look as he passed.
She paused at the door to face him, cold yet angry.
Her heart slowed, the realization she may not live through the night settling into her with cold clarity.
She listened to his words with cold comprehension.
It wasn't much, but with the cold cuts it made a filling meal.
A cold fear clutched at her throat.
The water was cold and had a metallic taste she liked.
You'd find out it was a little cold for a bath.
His mother's body was as cold as the extinguished fire.
A fire was in her eyes, the cold smile on her face again.
Cold fear filtered through her, taking her breath away at the image he painted.
She explored one hallway and found two guest bedrooms and an office, all decorated in the same cold, impersonal colors.
Your condo is so cold and standoffish.
His buddy grabbed her and wrapped one arm around her neck, the cold blade of a knife biting her throat.
Panic stirred within her, along with cold fear.
Sofi's gaze grew cold.
And not giving him the cold shoulder.
He hated that phrase as much as the cold shoulder.
Two metal handles – one on each door – were cold beneath her fingers.
A gust of cold, night air swept past her, and she hurried out.
The air around her crackled, Jonny's stormy power and the Other's cold lightening making her skin crawl.
Instantly, the three of them were transported somewhere cold and dark.
His grip was as cold as the night.
She gasped in cold air.
His cold rage terrified her.
The last memory she had was of purple lightening, a cold, dark place and the damned Other, none of which explained how she ended up here.
But this formal agreement includes material differences, and the spirit which breathes in Lotze's writings is more akin to the objects and aspirations of the idealistic school than to the cold formalism of Herbart.
The pentammine roseo-salts can be obtained from the action of concentrated acids, in the cold, on airoxidized solutions of cobaltous salts.
Cold dry winds, often of great violence, occur in the Rhone valley (the Mistral), in Istria, and Dalmatia (the Bora), and in the western Caucasus.
In "cold galvanizing" the zinc is deposited electrolytically from a bath, preferably kept neutral or slightly acid, containing a io% solution of crystallized zinc sulphate, ZnSO 4.7H20.
Such roofs are not suitable for cold climates, for accumulations of snow might overburden the structure and would also cause the wet to penetrate through any small crevices and under flashings.
The climate is in general cold and humid, especially in the north-east.
The winter is short, but exceedingly cold; snow remains on the Prokletia and other mountains till August, and sometimes throughout the year.
Unless suitable fresh air inlets are provided, this form of stove will cause the room to be draughty, the strong current of warm air up the flue drawing cold air in through the crevices in the doors and windows.
The automatic inlet of cold water to the hot water system from the main house tank or other source is controlled by a ball valve, which is so fixed as to allow the water to rise no more than an inch above the bottom of the tank, thus leaving the remainder of the space clear for expansion.
Every installation is made up of a boiler or other water heater, a tank or cylinder to contain the water when heated, and a cistern of cold water, the supply from which to the system is regulated automatically by a ball valve.
The supply from the cold water cistern enters the bottom of the cylinder, and thence travels by way of the return pipe to the boiler, where it is heated, and back through the flow pipe to the cylinder, which is thus soon filled with hot water.
A flow pipe which serves also for expansion is taken from the top of the cylinder to a point above the cold - water supply and turned down to prevent the ingress of dirt.