Sean's from here, and we got nothin' to kill.
While it was hard to tell his height when he was seated, he looked to be Sean's size, well over six feet tall.
She'd barely met Sean's gaze and her smile was hesitant.
With a deep breath, Yully left the graveyard and returned to the manor, determined to find a way to leave for Sean's wake.
She did, stepping apprehensively to the foot of Sean's body.
He knelt beside Sean's body as he spoke.
The hand he rested on Sean's forehead glowed bright in the fog.
Sean's body collapsed beneath the blanket, and the ocean's wind whipped the cloth into the air.
Her pain was raw, yet there was mettle in her backbone if she'd gone to Sean's funeral, fully knowing her own father killed the Guardian.
Thought you might be interested in something I found in Sean's notebook, Rourk said and rose, handing it to him.
Rourk had highlighted several portions of Sean's tiny, neat writing.
I took Sean's job at the pub.