Sofi says his path is dark.
They rode across the pasture and entered a path through the forest.
He gave only a glance up the path to the mine before returning to his Jeep.
Her gaze wandered to the path to the building.
He led the horse around and they left the ravine, traveling at right angles to the path the Indians had taken.
Life is more exciting when one treads away from the everyday path, seeking bold new horizons.
"It appears that the path ends here," announced the Wizard, gloomily.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
It had snowed the day before and the path to the hothouse, along which the prince was in the habit of walking, had been swept: the marks of the broom were still visible in the snow and a shovel had been left sticking in one of the soft snowbanks that bordered both sides of the path.
Damian's mother, an Oracle as crazy as she was powerful, told her son about the slave child with blue eyes who'd one day change the path of fate.
The familiar path down the coastline passed the Cliffs of Moher and continued for a short distance.
The path wound its way downward, dumping them into a draw far enough away to be safe.
Not wanting to wilt in her room with the energy of excitement in her blood, she padded down the hallway and followed the path she'd taken the other day.
Jim was in the act of plunging down the path to escape when the Sawhorse cried out:
The back of the greatest obstacle in the path of progress is broken.
Every path but your own is the path of fate.
The Emperor entered the hall through a broad path between two lines of nobles.
Throughout the meal she led the subject a weaving path around the animals, the weather, and work on the nursery.
Not even a path had existed here when she lived in the area five years ago.
At noon he would come in from a path in the woods, eat and then return by the same path.
Silently, Giddon emerged from the path, carrying a saddle and halter.
It was simply a ruse to keep her from exploring that path and what lay beyond.
His greatest interest obviously lay some distance down that path into the woods.
The destination of the path remained a burning mystery, but Tammy innocently tossed fuel on the flames with a chance comment one day while they were watching television.
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
As the path turned, the broad side of a metal building came into view, nestled at the foot of a cliff.
When she decided Yancey wasn't around, she started down the path, keeping close to the trees without breaking her promise not to wander in the woods.
She waited for him to get a little way down the path before she slipped from her hiding place and went to the door.
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
He was walking down the path, back to the building.
He motioned to the others to follow and they all went down the path to the building.
Princess Mary ran out to the porch, down the flower-bordered path, and into the avenue.
I know your path is the path of honor!
But Napoleon came and swept him aside, unconscious of his existence, as he might brush a chip from his path, and his Bald Hills and his whole life fell to pieces.
And having entered on the path of definition, of which he was fond, Napoleon suddenly and unexpectedly gave a new one.
The peasants, adjusting the stretcher to their shoulders, started hurriedly along the path they had trodden down, to the dressing station.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
By the side of the path, on the dusty dry grass, all sorts of household goods lay in a heap: featherbeds, a samovar, icons, and trunks.
When they reached a gravel path behind the house the Frenchman pulled Pierre by the arm and pointed to a round, graveled space where a three- year-old girl in a pink dress was lying under a seat.
"The Emperor returns these Austrian banners," said Bilibin, "friendly banners gone astray and found on a wrong path," and his brow became smooth again.
"The path to Warsaw, perhaps," Prince Hippolyte remarked loudly and unexpectedly.
This detachment halted at the outskirts of a forest, on the path leading from the village of Stromilova to Dmitrovsk.