You were asleep when I got here, Cora replied.
Cora followed her gaze, brow furrowed.
"We can make some," Cora said.
Deidre stepped back as Cora moved into the kitchen.
Deidre watched closely as Cora demonstrated how to heat water, insert the teabag and then add sugar.
She tested the tea Cora made and was thrilled at the rich, sweetened flavor.
"The eggs are in the refrigerator," Cora said.
Um, it's … you know what, you can drink your tea and I'll make breakfast, Cora said, taking the eggs.
As she watched Cora, Deidre began to think she'd missed a lot over the past few months despite trying to pay attention to the human world.
Cora placed an omelet before her with a fork.
"Gabriel wants one of us with you at all times," Cora said.
Cora was walking away already, leaving Deidre to her internal war.
When she was satisfied, she rejoined Cora on the main level of the penthouse.
"You might want … shoes," Cora said awkwardly.
Cora handed her a purse and sunglasses.
"It's rush hour," Cora explained.
Cora began weaving through the crowd.
"Deidre," Cora called from a few feet in front of her.
Cora said nothing, her features emotionless and eyes roving for threats.
She entered the darkened store while Cora remained outside.
Cora dropped to her knees beside her and pressed Deidre's hand back to her neck.
"Keep it there, so you don't bleed out," Cora ordered then tilted her head to the side.
Soft voices drew her attention to the doorway, where she was able to hear but not see Cora behind the massive frame of Gabriel.
Cora waved from the kitchen.
"Don't forget shoes," Cora yelled as Deidre disappeared down the hallway.
I want Cora assigned to her fulltime.
His second-in-command signaled Cora over while Tymkyn disappeared into a portal.
His dark eyes went from her to Cora, and he lifted his chin in silent command to dismiss the death dealer.
She didn't have a sock warmer in her room – something Cora called a toaster – but the socks were better than the floor.
Stationed outside her room, Cora trailed her at a distance, silent and darkly dressed, like a shadow.
"Cora, can you ask Gabriel if I can go to a …um, mall today?" she asked, turning.
Cora shook her head.
She turned to leave, suspecting she didn't have much time before Cora returned and raised the alarm about her being gone.
"Don't leave without me," Cora lectured.
It was good that Cora had faith in Gabriel when he was losing death dealers who no longer believed in him.
Cora was a good woman, and Gabriel needed those in his life.
Cora joined her on the bank.
"Cora, I think I understand," she said.
Cora stared at her then out at the lake.
Cora was loyal to Gabriel but wanted to go home, and right now, the only way there was through Darkyn.
Cora rolled her eyes.
Cora flung water from her arms and stood.
"She thinks the Lake of Souls cracked the same way the sky did," Cora said in excitement.
"Deidre figured it out," Cora said again.
"Well … I tried to hack a part one of the tears," Cora said.
Cora grunted in response.
"Cora. Plug the holes," he ordered.
Cora coughed to cover up her laugh.
"Mind check, Cora," he said.
"You could've warned me," Cora said, grinning.
Send Cora to guard my mate.
It's only 1:15; Cora Abernathy's an early date.
It must have been Cora Abernathy.
Dean was betting on Cora Abernathy.
Just after seven Cora Abernathy called, in tears.
Cora had spotted a car, a black Buick this time, but had not written down the license plate number.
Cora Abernathy's son and his family go camping.
Might it have been one of those situations where Fred mentioned something to Cora Abernathy who told it to her second cousin, once removed, whose brother-in-law's best friend was seeing the sister of Arthur's housekeeper?
As luck would have it, as he was leaving the place, he nearly knocked over Cora Abernathy, who had just left the dry cleaners next door.
Samnites on the S., the Hernici on the E., and stretching roughly from Norba and Cora in the N.
A still older road ran along the foot of the Volscian mountains past Cora, Norba and Setia; this served as the post road until the end of the 18th century.
The worship and mysteries of Cora at Mantineia were famous.