She owed it to the dead to attend one Guardian's wake.
To be reminded first by a woman who should be dead and again by a Healer of some sort … He shook out his shoulders and nudged his XO awake, not wanting to deal with the thoughts.
The same part of her that recoiled at draining dead men's magic also understood one truth: she was no match for her father, if he decided to bury her with them.
"They are probably keeping us for some ceremony," the Wizard answered, reflectively; "but there is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time."
"As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it?" asked Dorothy.
Everything's dead, up there--no flesh or blood or growing thing anywhere.
Mass extinction, deforestation, dead zones in oceans, and on and on and on.
His observance was not only dead-on, it was disturbing.
The LeBlanc's house is a tiny cape cod, on a dead end street in south Peabody, a Boston bedroom community.
I may be dead wrong, but I for one say, go for it.
"Sounds like scads of fun," she dead panned and immediately changed the subject as she gazed out the window.
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
She had not been reported missing because her mother lay dead in their small rural farm house over a hundred miles away.
If he's dead set on questioning relatives, he can do it by phone.
If I thought sermonizing would wear out Willard for my questions, I was dead wrong.
That got me wondering about Annie too; she wasn't found for some time and the papers said she wasn't dead that long.
Your friends have been dead some time, probably from when you told me they had gone into hiding.
We'll meet soon, brother, his long-dead sister had told him right before he awoke.
In a few days, he'd be dead, and food wouldn't matter.
"I owe you one for bringing me back from the dead," he whispered into her hair.
The Watcher wanted her dead, and yet, Watchers couldn't always be trusted to tell their true intentions.
When she's dead, only then will you and the Guardians all get your powers back.
If the Watchers went to Damian, and Damian wanted the Magician dead … she'd be dead.
It dead-ended at the cottage, surrounded by a stone fence line.
If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who had been in the basement.
His guards lay dead in the hallway before his door, and she leapt over their bodies, shoving the door to his apartments open.
Jule, can the souls of those long dead still be freed, even if they're trapped in the ground?
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
"Alive or dead, their energy will feed you, daughter," her father said.
The ground around the monument was rich with the long dead whose souls were trapped.
She'd taken power from the Other, from the dead, from the Guardians, and even from the Original Beings, who fed her power in hopes of short-circuiting her.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
"No, he's not dead--it's impossible!" she told herself and approached him, and repressing the terror that seized her, she pressed her lips to his cheek.
Just as horses shy and snort and gather about a dead horse, so the inmates of the house and strangers crowded into the drawing room round the coffin--the Marshal, the village Elder, peasant women--and all with fixed and frightened eyes, crossing themselves, bowed and kissed the old prince's cold and stiffened hand.
For herself she did not care where she remained or what happened to her, but she felt herself the representative of her dead father and of Prince Andrew.
"I am not doing this on my own account," she continued, "I do it in the name of my dead father, who was a good master to you, and of my brother and his son."
I remember how he began speaking to him about Lise as if she were alive--he had forgotten she was dead--and Tikhon reminded him that she was no more, and he shouted, 'Fool!'
With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.
Without further thought as to who had taken whom prisoner, the Frenchman ran back to the battery and Pierre ran down the slope stumbling over the dead and wounded who, it seemed to him, caught at his feet.
There were many dead whom he did not know, but some he recognized.
But not only was it impossible to make out what was happening from where he was standing down below, or from the knoll above on which some of his generals had taken their stand, but even from the fleches themselves--in which by this time there were now Russian and now French soldiers, alternately or together, dead, wounded, alive, frightened, or maddened-- even at those fleches themselves it was impossible to make out what was taking place.
Clouds gathered and drops of rain began to fall on the dead and wounded, on the frightened, exhausted, and hesitating men, as if to say: Enough, men!