That one's going to beat you home.
I wouldn't deny one's right to fulfill love, but doing so will have serious consequences on an untold number of lives, even those you're saving.
No one's looking for her, but she won't buy it.
She didn't think any demon in Hell was going to mess with the Dark One's mate.
The Dark One's never had a mate.
Two are household goods and one's theater stuff.
But no one's worked the Lucky Pup in decades.
The extent of the Dark One's powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone's ability to know.
He used to frown at her when she acted outside the Immortal Laws, unable to appreciate that a deity charged with managing a domain often had to take steps outside the rules to protect one's underworld.
Darkyn, the demon lord charged with heading the Dark One's armies of demons, emerged from a dark hallway.
The death-dealer on the Dark One's payroll appeared immediately at the summons.
We've got a while before this one's empty.
This one's a piece of work.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
"It was stopped by the Dark One, who knew what I'd do if he didn't stop it," she said. "Darkyn led this assault without the Dark One's permission. He was banished deep into Hell. This time, I can do nothing, and they know it. If you ask me, I will give Katie and your child back to you. The price will be this."
They were given reasonable service and whispered offers to, "Stay three nights, the next one's free, and we'll give you a receipt for four."
No one's sorry to see them gone, I can tell you that much.
No one's playing fair anymore.
The third one's gonna kill Jenn.
If she was bored, it was no one's fault but her own.
The old plan of coming out and taking one's place at the communion table in the body of the church is unhappily seen no more; communicants now receive the sacred elements seated in their pews.
AurO, self, and uopcbrt, form), the conception and interpretation of other people's habits and ideas on the analogy of one's own.
At such times they were all glad to wait for him, for continually climbing up stairs is sure to make one's legs ache.
They thought that pictures might take one's mind away from things that were better or more useful.
My relative definition of poverty is "the state of being unable to reliably purchase a bundle of goods that allow one to participate in the economic norms of one's society."
Social structures will change, and the purpose of education will be to learn to reason and find one's passion.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
But in college there is no time to commune with one's thoughts.
I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but I had not made it worth any one's while to buy them.
This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet.
To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not yet seen my aunt," or "You do not know my aunt?" and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna mentioned each one's name and then left them.
It is enough to make one's head whirl!