Don't you dare leave me here.
Don't dare to say it was her fault.
Don't you dare, Pierre!
It's a dare, my little friend.
She didn't have to ask him to know he didn't dare confront Xander about it.
He didn't dare mess with an Oracle, though.
Dean didn't dare say he hadn't noticed and described the tall red head in general terms.
And don't you dare go in that mine!
He was far too content holding the petite woman he didn't dare trust.
"Take him this, and don't you dare break the Code again," she said.
"Don't you dare!" she snapped.
You dare challenge a full demon?
That's an area where I wouldn't even dare to speculate.
I will answer your questions and give you the information you need to get through this, but if you dare say one more disparaging word about my best friend, this will not end well for you.
She'd never learned to lie; in fact, she would never dare lie to Mr. Tim, not with his rigid sense of integrity.
He didn't dare cross the divide between them, not when he'd known he was about to kill her.
Sirian's knowledge of what happened when two demons possessed one host was not one he would dare share.
"How dare you?" she said in a constrained voice.
He wouldn't dare look up while she was watching him.
She didn't dare turn around, not certain she'd be able to witness Toni throwing herself at Xander without laughing at him.
"Truth or Dare, without the dare?" she mused.
When Carnot's arrest was demanded in May 1 795, a deputy cried "Will you dare to lay hands on the man who has organized victory?"
The Cornish knights (who in Arthurian romance are always represented as hopeless cowards), dare not contest his claim but Tristan challenges him to single combat, slays him and frees Cornwall from tribute.
"I wouldn't dare try," he said.
It is a delightful novel, full of piquant expressions and thrilling adventures, (don't dare to blame me for using big words, since you do the same!) and, if you ever read it, I think you will enjoy it immensely.
When I am a B.A., I suppose you will not dare call me a villain!
Ah! such discourse we had, hermit and philosopher, and the old settler I have spoken of--we three--it expanded and racked my little house; I should not dare to say how many pounds' weight there was above the atmospheric pressure on every circular inch; it opened its seams so that they had to be calked with much dulness thereafter to stop the consequent leak;--but I had enough of that kind of oakum already picked.
"He is old and feeble, and I dare to condemn him!" she thought at such moments, with a feeling of revulsion against herself.
How dare you say he is dishonorable?