Small Sentence Examples
It's a very small window.
The small birds were singing softly.
There are three small rooms up stairs.
The vase had a very small neck, and spread out at the top like a bowl.
A small plastic bag fell out of the pocket.
The house has but two small second story bedrooms.
Lisa did the best she could to draw a map on the small piece of paper.
Somehow it seemed such a small thing now.
It was of small dimensions, with a peaked cottage roof, and not much else to be seen, the dirt being raised five feet all around as if it were a compost heap.
One stone was "small," another was "very small."
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About 10 feet back into the cave water oozed from the wall, slowly dripping into a small rock pool.
All I want is a small place of my own.
In seconds a small script appeared.
Brandon handed a small sack to Rachel.
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It makes me feel small when you keep things from me - like you don't trust me, or you think I'm not mature enough to handle it.
She looked small and vulnerable.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
A small round table and two chairs were placed in a corner near the doorway to the family room, providing a view of the fireplace.
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Instead, she collected a few small photos and arranged them all in one frame.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
In such a small town, there couldn't be many positions, and the pay wouldn't come close to what she was making in Tulsa.
Our ability to process data, move information, and make things small will progress to a point where they will not be gating factors ever again.
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I love to play with little sister, she is weak and small baby.
One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words.
She will be quite ill now, said Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.
She picked up a small valise and lifted her skirt as she stepped off the boardwalk into the dust.
These countries, particularly in the Balkans, were often small and tended toward war.
It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion.
He sawed a channel in the ice toward the shore, and hauled it over and along and out on to the ice with oxen; but, before he had gone far in his work, he was surprised to find that it was wrong end upward, with the stumps of the branches pointing down, and the small end firmly fastened in the sandy bottom.
Centuries ago, North America saw a shortage of small coins, so large ones were cut into bits to circulate as small change.
We could go on here and talk about other military powers and alliances, but the simple fact is that large countries are less willing to risk war in defense of small ones.
The fact that small nations can adopt standard treaties, laws, currencies, and international practices of larger countries means that a small economic unit can be viable.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept.
Pierre continually glanced at Prince Andrew; Prince Andrew rubbed his forehead with his small hand.
I was left sitting on my hands until the appointed hour of Howie's nap before Betsy assigned me the chore of remaining in the small room while he slept.
Not many small towns so I'll keep rolling and not tarry here.
But their journey was almost over, for in a short time they reached a small cave from which there was no further outlet.
But he had never seen any pictures except a few small ones in a book.
He was dressed in fine style and carried a small cane.
In the affairs of nations, large and powerful ones long have imposed their wills on the small and weak ones.
It was balanced perilously between a small town that lacked only a sheriff, and a booming frontier town.
Betsy pulled a small tape recorder from her purse.
At six o'clock we pulled off the highway and found a family style restaurant in a small Maryland town.
He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
We don't need miniaturization to go to infinitely small, just really, really small.
In 1665, physicist Robert Hooke pointed a microscope at a piece of cork and noticed many small compartments he called "cells."
Families who owned great houses were able to keep them if they opened them to the public, acted as guides, and only lived in a small part of them.
In the lean years, harvests are small and farmers sometimes don't even produce enough to have surplus to sell.
Every week, I buy my milk from a small local dairy on the day it comes forth from the cow.
Micro-lending is not new; the idea of small loans to the entrepreneurial poor is centuries old.
The benefits of asymmetry happen when the small kid gets a Taser.
We shall all live together in a small cottage on one of the lakes at Wrentham, while my dear teacher takes a much needed rest.
It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain.
But not far from Bald Hills he again came out on the road and overtook his regiment at its halting place by the dam of a small pond.
No, tell them to bring a small table out here, my dear boy.
I would like small children to be there.
When the steaks were grilled and the corn and green beans boiled, the table was leaden with food, enough for a small army.
We dined at a small Mexican restaurant and spent the meal discussing general topics.
I prefer not to cross state lines with my prizes, but Delaware is such a small state I'd left its boundary before I realized.
The Gargoyles were very small of stature, being less than three feet in height.
He planted a small garden.
We played back our conversation with crossed fingers and not a small dose of nervousness.
You've demonstrated your abilities and yet you've restricted your activities to accomplish a specific good, at no small risk to yourselves, I might add.
No, but Vermont is a small state so everything is relatively close.
He returned from the kitchen with tray holding a glass of orange juice, a plate with what looked like homemade granola bars, and a small bowl of sliced apples.
Memon waved him away, and Sirian inched closer to the king with a small smile.
The water moved silently over moss and lichen covered slabs of rocks, forming small pools in the low spots.
Following these halls they discovered many small rooms opening from them, and some were furnished with glass benches, tables and chairs.
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
So they filled a small boat with the things that he would need the most--an ax, a hoe, a kettle, and some other things.
I am saying that for small nations to be economically and politically viable is good news for peace.
She had signs for SMALL and LARGE long before I came to her.
I substituted the adjectives LARGE and SMALL for those signs.
In a flash she answered, "I think Uncle Frank is much (too) old to read very small letters."
I took down this dwelling the same morning, drawing the nails, and removed it to the pond-side by small cartloads, spreading the boards on the grass there to bleach and warp back again in the sun.
These small waves raised by the evening wind are as remote from storm as the smooth reflecting surface.
On the thirteenth of June a rather small, thoroughbred Arab horse was brought to Napoleon.
A small watchdog ran round barking in front of the harnessed horses.
At that time Dokhturov had under his command, besides Dorokhov's detachment, the two small guerrilla detachments of Figner and Seslavin.
The basement area was considerably larger than Quinn's small cabin lab-room, noticeably so with fewer plants and absent the desk.
Our small city should have a college and hospital.
I think this was a small thing they call fate, he assured them.
That's no small chore.
It was a small white bone approximately one inch long.
He dropped the small bone in his pocket.
Terrified Gabriel was coming to kill her, she sought a place to hide, finally settling on a small, dark space under a counter.
Beating his wings so hard they hurt, he rose into the sky and soared around the small island, finally spotting three lone figures in small valley not too far from the Sanctuary.
Nishani followed and gripped his forearm with both of her small, soft hands.
From Indianapolis, Cynthia would rent a car for a two-hour drive to her mother's small town.
He brought the small bag to the table.
He held out a hand that contained a small talisman.
If any clothing was missing, the amount was small.
He Traveled to the small town, at once struck by the scent of barbacoa again.
You've looked over me since I was too small to walk.
One of the guards studied a barbed dagger before placing all his weapons in a small sack.
They walked through a small door into the walls of Tiyan.
Beyond the iron wall sliding away was a small portcullis, which stood between him and a small stone chamber with ensconced torches.
A small window overlooking the city was too small to squeeze through, and he saw no weapons.
After a small hesitation, she nodded.
He always believed there to be nothing more frightening than being sealed underground, until he saw the small woman battling for her life.
Taran led her down a street lined with small inns before spotting the one marked as Memon said.
All the men save a small crew rowed to the beach of sugary sands.
They reached a small group of horses, and the boy vaulted atop one, offering his hand.
Vara took his hand and led him into the stables, hiding with him in a small tack room.
One of the guards shouted when he saw her, and she saw the small door abutting the closed gates open.
She scampered up the small hill toward the light.
The warrior led her to a wooden wagon, enclosed on all sides except for a small window.
A small tent was erected a short distance from them.
He snatched her before she went under and dragged her back to the shallow waters, carefully maneuvering her upper body onto the small boulder Hilden had placed earlier.
Small wonder he had tried to bury that part of his life.
Gerald and Aaron discussed the other two bedrooms and Aaron decided on the small room upstairs.
At first she thought that wouldn't be possible on such short notice, but since the place specialized in barbeque and the need was small, they were able to fit them in.
The twins and even Destiny cried about every small thing that didn't go their way.
Their personal problems seemed small at this point.
He told her he did not raise her to marry small.
Was there a decision so small that he need not be consulted?
It makes me feel small.
She unlocked the door and entered the small front room.
You've got small fingers.
Posing provocatively for pictures, signing books, small talk.
Some had long, curved noses and chins, small eyes and wide, grinning mouths.
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
And yet they do, because fraud is a small part of the overall picture.
Additionally, online stores powered by Yahoo and Google and Amazon exist where small vendors can set up storefronts and sell to the world, as a hobby or a livelihood.
This was a guy from a small town in Iowa who failed his 1933 entrance exam to the University of Minnesota.
People in a small town in Alabama, a small city in Algeria, and a large city in Argentina all desire different forms of governments with different services.
Anyone projecting an end to the historical constant of war had better be ready to overcome no small amount of justified skepticism.
The small twigs snapped and fell about me in showers.
The small rooms were arranged on each side of a long open hall.
When I visit many strange countries my brother and Mildred will stay with grandmother because they will be too small to see a great many people and I think they would cry loud on the great rough ocean.
You may see from a boat, in calm weather, near the sandy eastern shore, where the water is eight or ten feet deep, and also in some other parts of the pond, some circular heaps half a dozen feet in diameter by a foot in height, consisting of small stones less than a hen's egg in size, where all around is bare sand.
The old count's horse, a sorrel gelding called Viflyanka, was led by the groom in attendance on him, while the count himself was to drive in a small trap straight to a spot reserved for him.
Rostov was particularly struck by the beauty of a small, pure-bred, red- spotted bitch on Ilagin's leash, slender but with muscles like steel, a delicate muzzle, and prominent black eyes.
After a while "Uncle" came in, in a Cossack coat, blue trousers, and small top boots.
Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.
The small group that assembled before dinner in the lofty old-fashioned drawing room with its old furniture resembled the solemn gathering of a court of justice.
At that time while with his regiment in Poland, a Polish landowner of small means had forced him to marry his daughter.
Balaga was a fair-haired, short, and snub-nosed peasant of about twenty- seven; red-faced, with a particularly red thick neck, glittering little eyes, and a small beard.
On entering the room now he crossed himself, turning toward the front corner of the room, and went up to Dolokhov, holding out a small, black hand.
Prince Andrew went to one and took out a small casket, from which he drew a packet wrapped in paper.
Having set off in the small hours of the fourteenth, accompanied by a bugler and two Cossacks, Balashev reached the French outposts at the village of Rykonty, on the Russian side of the Niemen, by dawn.
The men on the small base drew their weapons at the sight of Darian.
Sofia turned off the shower and dried herself before opening the door between the small bathroom and the bedroom.
Traci handed her a small pile of her clothing.
Damian replaced his necklace around her neck, a small comfort until his work in the European front was finished.
The small book it hefted made its stooped posture almost double over.
He pushed the small book around then opened it.
A small hourglass with black sand was in his palm.
She tucked the hourglass into the small pocket inside her dress at waist level.
He offered a small smile, not nearly as large as the one he'd given her the day he gave her the advice that ended up condemning her.
Those skills give me a small chance of leaving, he reminded her.
She accepted the small vial.
His hands skimmed her arms to circle her and rest at the small of her back.
One of his nails scratched her rhythmically, sending small streaks of pleasure through her.
She released her breath and placed it in the small pocket of her dress.
Deidre flinched as the small blonde woman went down.
She halted and quickly piled five small stones in an arrow pointing back the way they'd come, then wiped her muddied hands on her jeans.
The Deans had feared the long Colorado winter might slow down frisky Fred but, if anything, the opposite occurred, due in no small measure to his young pal and junk sale cohort, Martha Boyd.
Then, with her head bowed, taking small spoonfuls, she asked, If I did something really bad—if I broke a really important rule, what would you do?
There was a small room beneath the stairs on the main floor, rented in the past but occupied by Martha since her January arrival.
He was the most talented player the small Ouray school had produced in years.
Randy continued to talk, more rapidly than necessary, mentioning a small wedding.
Neither baseball nor football was available at the small Ouray High School.
He said in a small town like Ouray, it was an exception when the jury didn't know half the parties in his court.
To escape the smiling innkeeper role, he plodded barefoot out back to the small patio, fired up the barbeque, popped the cap on the first of the last three Fat Tire Ales and stretched out on Cynthia's chaise.
He held up the small white bone he'd found at the mine.
And it's not a body—only one small bone.
He missed the small girl and her shy smile a hundred times a day.
A bookish man with glasses, wearing a white lab coat, opened the door to the small house.
Their small car didn't have room to haul the container across the prairie.
Ooh's and aah's rang around the small patio as various goodies were presented for general perusal.
Fred examined the small bone and handed it back to Cynthia who gingerly dropped it into a small crystal jewelry box on her bureau.
How many prop skeletons could there be in the small town of Ouray?
Even if he wasn't directly involved, it's a small high school and booze parties are probably common knowledge.
On impulse she opened the small crystal box where they'd placed the bone.
It was senseless to look elsewhere, as both had been present when Cynthia placed the small fragment in the cut glass enclosure.
Jennifer began snapping her small camera at the first vista until she realized she'd used more than half the roll.
A small rock trickled down, bouncing and skipping before stopping by Dean's shoe—the slight noise was a rumble in the mountain stillness.
In addition to its small size, it shared a common wall to the Dean's quarters, infringing on their privacy.
The room contained a single bed, small dresser and chair.
The three third floor rooms contained six ice climbers while Donald Ryland remained in the small first floor quarters.
After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.
As the group trudged up a small rise in the road, the awesome creations of the ice park came into view.
There was a small clearing where the trail opened up to a spectacular view of winter time Mount Abrams.
Edith Shipton moved down the hall, causing Dean to think her destination was his and Cynthia's quarters but she stopped in front the small room occupied by Donald Ryland.
The snow seems to trap me, as it does with the small squirrel I am watching from my window.
Small clusters of people were gathered at every vantage point.
He was surprised to spot young Donnie Ryland, recognizable by his small stature and familiar jacket, running down the end of the trail.
Crumpled in the waste paper basket was a small piece of white paper with a telephone number.
The man seemed to consider, aware of the small crowd whose attention was drawn to the group.
There was work to be done before the return of this sense of small town peace could to be fully embraced.
My letters are so small none will ever see my missive, but there it will remain and give me strength for what I am now resigned I must do.
Just west of the intersection, he pulled up to Cimarron Books, a small combination bookstore and coffee shop.
A small red sports car skidded to a stop in front of Bird Song as Dean dismounted his bike.
She stamped out her cigarette in the snow before pulling a large suitcase from the small rear seat, nearly yanking off the handle and serenading the action with a chorus of curses.
He picked up her bags and followed the pair to the small room.
Fred began setting the small kitchen table.
Cynthia took Martha by the hand and led her back to the small first floor bedroom, recently vacated by Ryland.
The boy took his small note pad from his back pocket and carefully wrote, "What happened to Annie?"
There was time for quiet evenings, some jazz and classical music in the Dean's quarters, country and western in Fred's and some totally incomprehensible noise from the small room where Martha Boyd and her boom box now dwelt.
Dean rummaged about in the snow among the remaining climbing articles but the leather apparatus he untangled was far too small for his waist.
They arrived at a small cottage in a clearing.
It wasn't until her body went totally limp in his arms that he realized just how small she was.
She peered down at the girl, so small and so pale.
The restaurant was close by, so the ride there consisted of small talk about the weather, when peak foliage would be, and how much they both loved New England.
They made small talk, questioning each other about the basics of their lives.
Once on the dance floor, he stretched his long fingers across the small of her back and took her hand.
A bakery box held four small French pastries.
The women delved into small talk, and as Jackson turned, he noticed Connor standing stone still in the middle of the room, staring at Elisabeth.
She made small adjustments on some easels as he handed her the drink.
Elisabeth tried to make small talk, however, Jackson couldn't think straight.
They all attempted small talk, but the tension was palpable.
It wasn't that he was so small.
Just because I'm small doesn't mean I'm inefficient.
Outside the circle of light lay a small form, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed fur with copper highlights.
Then he led her out patio doors through a small courtyard, down steps and a concrete walkway to a tidy barn.
The massive shepherd mix dog sleeping on her couch rose and trotted across the small apartment to her.
Even the beggars outside the thick, bulletproof glass of the main gate were quiet, their small fires dark.
Her gaze dropped to the driver's seat, where a small black military radio sat where none had been when she left the car.
They'd identified a small town where the soldiers in Western uniforms had holed themselves.
The guards have shot another dozen people around the perimeters, and our sensors indicate there is a small camp of some sort housing over a hundred survivors nearby and another one with several hundred at the bottom of the mountain, she said.
She hugged herself and treaded to the side of the main road down a small hill to the barracks housing the feds.
Brady approached the five soldiers in urban gray tactical suits crowded around the small box with a hole still smoking from a hit by a wayward laser bullet.
There was no running water, no food supplies, no energy whatsoever, just a deteriorating building with a score of insurgents and a small black box.
George, I have a small black box about the size of your hand with nothing but a keypad in it.
In the near distance, beyond the other dilapidated buildings on the abandoned street, came the sound of small arms laser fire.
He stepped through to a massive atrium with a marble floor, pillars, and water fountain surrounded by small gardens.
He opened it and looked at the small black keypad a quarter the size of his palm.
He stuffed the small box of fresh chocolate into his cargo pocket.
General Greene asked from his position at a small planning table in the corner.
Lana glanced towards the door and sat at a small table nearby.
The general motioned to a greenpod, and they squeezed into the small vehicle.
The highest-ranking military members and civilian staff members were crammed into the small center, staring at the scene on the screen before them.
She touched the small vault containing the Horsemen in her cargo pants and sipped water.
It resembled a studio apartment with a real bed and dresser, a restroom cordoned off by opaque curtains in one corner, a small study where he kept his war docs, a kitchenette, rugs, and a small living area.
He hadn't expected her to be as small or exotically beautiful as she was.
He rose and crossed to the small safe where he kept what they'd found on her.
It was so small, not even the size of his palm.
He looked at it, wondering how something so small could be so important.
He moved closer, her small hand on his arm, until they were toe-to-toe.
Dan called, tossing a small package.
Dark corpses littered the small clearing.
The suite was small and comfortable with a small living area, utility area with lockers, and a door leading to a bedroom with its own bathroom.
Frustrated, she headed to the small bedroom and dropped into the bed.
They grabbed food from the small cafeteria that was devoid of people at the late hour of morning.
Mr. Tim gave her a small smile before the viewer flashed off.
He disappeared into a small room off the entrance and returned, PMF grays in his hand.
She ducked into the small room and changed clothes.
The plateau was too small for it to land, but it hovered near the edge.
Instead of listening to him, she dug out the water-breathers and life vests, each packaged in small plastic containers the size of her hand.
Mrs. Watson only offered a small smile, shoved the robe at her, and resumed her seat on the rocking chair.
The elderly woman sat at the small kitchen table, her weapons within reach.
The small team boarded the helo and lifted off.
The brunette waved in return and led her through the small town to a boardwalk lining the wide, slow-moving Mississippi River.
We divided up the buildings into small apartments.
Kelli's gaze grew haunted, and Lana couldn't imagine what she'd seen during her journey from Georgia to the small town of Randolph.
The token seemed too small to make up for not thinking of it sooner.
The quarters were small, with nothing more than a table, a few trunks, and a cot.
Brady lifted his chin to the rest of their team, and they obediently left the commander's small quarters.
Lana gazed at her, unable to shake her surprise that those in this small community were the opposite of what she expected.
Kelli waved her over to a small group of four.
There were three PMF soldiers inside and a small submarine.
Lana squeezed herself and Jack into the small space behind him.
She armed the laser gun and tucked it into the space between her clothing and the small of her back.
Dan tore Brady's uniform open then pulled out a small emergency medical kit and slapped skin grafts over the two wounds.
Gabriel looked around the small room, irritated with Death.
Gabriel gazed out the window of the small room, thinking.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
Rhyn had lost his mate the same day he earned some small piece of respect from his brother.
Hannah took his and one of Toby's hands, and Toby slid his small hand into Rhyn's.
Katie followed her instincts through the dreamscape until she climbed the last rocks and saw Rhyn curled in a ball just on the other side of a small ridge on the Sanctuary.
It was dark. The dual moons of the underworld were high overhead, another sign she hadn't slept more than an hour or two. The trees overhead hissed as the branches moved like snakes in a soft breeze. Gabriel held out a hand and pulled her up, silent despite his size and small armory of weapons.
He turned, and she stopped. With the tip of one dagger, he tugged a necklace free from the shirt hiding it. On it was two small green gems.
She pulled free the small knife the death-dealer gave her.
He handed the demon a small pouch that contained the concentrated magic of Hell. One pouch wasn't enough to break through Death's weakened barriers, but three would.
He stalked off into the forest, away from the castle and cliff. Toby clambered through the brush and trees after him, the angel's footsteps loud where Rhyn's were silent. Rhyn found a deer path and followed it until he reached a snowy meadow. Crossing it, he continued to look for a place to stash the angel where the kid wouldn't freeze to death. After another hour of walking, he found a small pocket in the roots of a massive tree.
The angel looked up at him doubtfully then picked his way across roots to the pocket in the tree trunk. Rhyn scavenged for what dry wood he could find and took the armful back to the tree. Toby was huddled in the small cave, shaking with cold.
The sounds of fighting grew faint and then disappeared. The stream wound through the jungle until it reached a small waterfall that fed into a massive lake whose black surface reflected the stars and moon. Katie slid down the hill beside the waterfall to the lake's edge, uncertain what to do. Gabriel hadn't mentioned the stream ending or the lake.
Rhyn rose and crossed to the small cave, peering into its depths.
It was clear and cool outside of Gabe's small cottage in the middle of a possessed jungle. Rhyn felt the sense that someone else was there once more and looked around. Assuming the feeling has something to do with his magic, Rhyn shook it off once more. He opened the front door without knocking, already sensing it was empty. Gabe had left in a hurry. The wardrobe near his bed was open and his walls were missing many of the weapons Rhyn had seen last time.
Rhyn crossed his arms, irritated. Kiki trotted from the patio into the house perched on a hill overlooking Tokyo. He returned ten minutes later with a small briefcase, a jacket and a hard case for his iPad. Rhyn opened the portal, and the two strode through it, back to the massive tree where Rhyn had lost Toby in the cold, wet French Alps.
Rhyn yanked the dart free and looked from it to the small welt forming on his arm. It matched the welt on his other arm. He gazed at his other arm for a long moment then strode to Toby's bag. Snatching it, he unzipped it and dumped its contents onto the ground. Alongside Toby's 3DS, a pair of clean underwear and socks, and gamers magazine was a small shaving bag. Rhyn opened it, surprised to find a syringe and two small bottles, one empty and one filled with wine-colored solution.
Gabe studied her then allowed a small smile to cross his features. It was a hollow smile, and she wondered if Death was on his mind again.
Kiki was chained to the wall while Rhyn was sprawled on the floor of the small room.
The death-dealer faced her then pulled a satchel over his head. He handed it to her. She took it and opened it. There were two small pouches of cubes and nothing else.
The two trees whose girth had been small enough for her wrap her arms around had expanded in width and height, reaching towards the gray sky of the underworld. Katie craned her neck, unable to see the tops of the trees. Their trunks had grown outward from the trail until they were as wide as a football field. Their massive roots ruptured the ground that had been the trail, creating a ravine she could see even from their safe distance.
Rhyn moved to the door leading to the block, unable to help the small tremble of his hand. Not only had he spent too long in this very place, he'd seen Katie hurt here and barely escaped alive with her.
The messenger held out a small thumb drive with what Kris hoped contained a report identifying the two shapeshifter demons. He left, and Kris plugged the thumb drive into his small PDA. A single file was on the drive, and he opened it.
Kiki shook his head and stalked off into the brush. Kris held out his hand to Hannah, unable to shake the small part of him that was grateful he had one ally, even if she shouldn't have come.
Ully obeyed. They crept through the hallways, avoiding any that seemed crowded. Toby followed the directions he saw in his memories and led them to a small chamber near the center of the fortress. They entered and closed the door, seeing the open portal hovering in the middle. He took Ully's hand, and they stepped into it.
Katie angled herself towards the voice once again. The woman was close. She continued and then stopped suddenly, nearly tripping over the small form in her path.
The tree lowered a branch to him, and he wrapped his arms around it. It was warm and writhing, and one small branch wrapped around him to keep him secure as it shifted him upwards. Toby broke through the treetops and gasped.
Deidre and Toby stood. Katie started forward, only for the rumbling ground to drive her to her knees. Horrified, she saw the chasm form a rough circle around them, trapping them on a small island surrounded by football field wide trees and chasms too wide to jump.
Their small island was untouched. The trees and jungle beyond were decimated by chasms and fallen trees.
Suddenly, Hannah stopped. Kris barreled towards her. He glimpsed movement before he burst into the small clearing. It wasn't until he leapt over the final hurdle – a massive fallen tree – did he see what stopped her. One moment she stood with her back to him. The next, she was on the ground, Rhyn's dagger dripping with blood.
Rhyn responded by pulling a dagger from the small of his back and tossing it.
Toby gasped. Realization broke over Katie and with it, joy. She flung her arms around Deidre and hugged the small woman tightly.
Death held out her closed hand to Rhyn. He crept forward warily and extended his. She dropped a small green gem into it.
A small smile crossed Rhyn's face, answering Gabe's question without words.
Once past the scrub brush and small trees, the near-total darkness surprised him, causing him to pause until his eyes became accustomed to this darkened world.
While Sackler and DeLeo owned homes in the same subdivision, Dean rented a small house in the older part of town with Fred O'Connor, his elderly stepfather.
Parkside was a small city of 40,000 located 50 miles northwest of Philadelphia.
A bookcase containing a dozen baseball trophies highlighted the far wall of the small room.
She opened the back door to a pleasant redwood deck overlooking a small, well-kept back yard.
The air was hot and heavy but the small backyard setting remained pleasant.
Mother's head librarian in a small town and it isn't easy for her to get away.
She named a salary figure close to the small amount Dean drew from the Parkside Police Department.
His small social security check was barely enough to provide spending money and keep him supplied with paperback mysteries, his passion.
Small talk progressed to let's-go-someplace-else and before Dean knew it, he was between Ethel Rosewater's white silk sheets.
There was also a small sheet of white paper listing 11.2 gallons of gas purchased in Aberdeen, Maryland, a mileage figure and the amount of the purchase.
Hunter held out a small scrap of paper.
Dean looked at the bottom half of a small register receipt showing the amount of $59.95.
It was a small metal container no larger than a matchbox.
The top slid open to reveal a tire patch kit containing two small patches and a tube of sealing adhesive.
Fred reached for the newspaper, tapping a small article with his fingers as he handed it to Dean.
Winston was most personable and seemed genuinely interested in the small town and surrounding countryside.
It was a small house, no more than four or five rooms.
A waitress wearing a lace cap denoting her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seated him at a small corner table by the window.
Neither finished his beverage; Fred because he was anxious to get going and Dean because he could only take a small dose of the perfumed blend.
There was a small overnight bag next to her.
The intern took charge, directing them to a small room that contained a cot.
He pulled down her bed covers, felt around the darker bathroom for all the towels and opened her small overnight bag.
He then draped a second towel across the lower part of her body and removed her panties, no "Thursday" cotton things, but small and white.
It says right here, 'One large patch, three small ones and a tube of gunk to stick 'em with.
Dean pointed to a small dot midpoint on the page.
A small Colombian flag was neatly tucked in his open mouth.
The only luggage missing was a small overnight bag.
Dean felt ill at ease in Cynthia Byrne's bedroom, spying on her world, seeing the small rainbow of dresses hanging in her closet, sharing space with suits and shirts looking as if they were awaiting the return of Jeffrey Byrne.
Ms. Nightingale murmured a room number and motioned down a hall crowded with bodies like the day after Gettysburg while white-coated figures strolled among the moaning, clip boards in hand With wide-eyed Fred following behind, Dean ran the gauntlet until he found the room, a small office packed with five men and a lot of smoke, three of them in Philadelphia Police uniforms.
Dean had purchased a small tent and sleeping bag for the Iowa trip, both items light enough to be hauled on his bike.
As all of the bikers were assigned numbers, Dean made a verbal note of each on a small handheld tape-recorder borrowed from his more official duties.
By the time Dean pedaled the last of the 60 miles into the small town of Pagosa Springs, he knew he'd had a full day's workout.
The sun was warm and he walked with a slight limp but an easy stride, past the shops of the small central section to the west side of the quiet town.
What a small world it is!
God, I thought I was so damn smart, changing names, changing vehicles and some old guy and a small town detective find me like I've got a sign around my neck.
Just lucky and it's a small town.
It wasn't like him to flounder over small decisions.
The deep part of the pool was small, but years of practice had taught her where to land.
I'll have them in the small pasture for a while until they get accustomed to their new surroundings.
Patio doors gave access to a small courtyard at the back of the house.
It was one small room with what Mom called a three-quarter bed.
A small tear was left where the strap had connected to her dress in the front.
The tomato plants were drooping, their crop reduced to small discolored fruit.
The princess style made her waist look small, and the material fell softly from her hips.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box.
As she gripped the small box in her hand, he pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips in a way that was different than he had ever done before.
The wedding cake rose gracefully in three tiers, graced with crystal staircases and small cakes on either side.
It was an off-the-shoulder style with spaghetti straps to hold up the bodice and a full skirt that made her waist look small.
For a while they made small talk and listened to the radio.
There is so little bad, and it is usually only a small part mixed with the good - where you're concerned.
He hopped into the car, directing her to the small Cafe a few miles down the road.
They crossed a small spring and Alex drew Ed to a halt, glancing down at the ground.
He kicked the door open and entered a small bedroom.
He glanced around and grabbed a small tray.
Three bedrooms and one bath — not much of a dude ranch, but she intended to rent the house out to small groups.
But she'd lied to him about small things.
Claire jogged to one of the trees and lifted a small satchel from its roots.
The tiny main room of the small dwelling was lit by one window.
The mortal world is no place for a mother of a small child, her father said.
Jenn's tension fled from her as she picked up the small child and hugged her close.
She ran faster to catch up to him and saw the small group at the bottom of the hill.
The small group exchanged looks.
Jenn faced the newcomer, surprised to see a small, grandfatherly man with brilliant green eyes standing near them.
She glanced at the snowy scene outside the mansion then gathered her small backpack of weapons and strode to the door.
Even something as small as a closed door made her instincts tingle.
Darian found a summer cabin beside a lake in a small logging town near the Black God's hideout.
Darian collected his two favorite cats then packed a small suitcase and Traveled to the cabin.
A moment later, the small, grandfatherly looking Watcher with emerald eyes appeared.
As Darian suspected, the small creature was unwilling to reveal its true intentions.
His masters only needed one small token of the body that had been burned here.
Something as small as a piece of hair or a tooth—anything that the soul of the dead immortal might still cling to.
He placed the bullet in a small pouch at his waist and left the ruins, dusting himself off.
Another vamp was suspended in a tree, pinned by purple-white lightning arcing from the hand of a small creature she recognized as an Other.
A small part of her suspected Damian knew what Xander knew.
Built into the mountain, half the fortress was tucked into the stone of a small peak.
Jenn chose a small scouting position, hidden from view by rocks and snow.
Jonny returned at some point and left with a small group to hunt.
The small smile was on his face again as he watched her.
The air was clear and dry, the sand dotted with small shrubs.
The small town had only dirt roads, and his glanced lingered towards a farmers market under the awnings in the center, a couple of blocks away.
She snagged a few small rocks from the ground and approached the portal, knife in her other hand.
Some small part of her yearned to feel that sense of unconditional safety and affection.
Dusty stood in the corner of a small hotel room, peering out the windows.
He knelt and then hunched to see the names at the very bottom of the small obelisk.
A small dirt hole was in front of the obelisk where she'd dug up the necklace.
Darian hesitated one moment longer before he located a small group of Others near Jonny's lair.
He placed something small in her palm.
She crossed the road and walked into the pine forest, towards the small town.
After a short search, she found a small cave and scaled the boulders in front of it.
It hadn't felt small before Darian arrived, but it did now.
Darian set her down on a small couch and moved away.
And now, a small voice told her he'd be her perfect match outside the ring, too.
Standing in the kitchen with the man meant to be her mate, she couldn't help feeling a small kernel of longing deep inside her.
The Healer reached down, rolling up the leg of her jeans to reveal a small sheathe with a knife.
One small window was high up against the nine-foot ceiling, barely wider than the span of her two hands.
Jenn considered, her gaze going to the small window above them.
The small woman glared up at the Vamp.
He located the nearest Watcher and Traveled, appearing in a small attic.
Darian said and shook the small creature.
He replaced a stack of breeches into the trunk he pulled them from, only for a small book to fall out.
She approached him finally, and he snatched the small hand reaching toward him.
Rissa slung the door closed and moved toward a small table where her sword waited.
Dozens of men sparred in small groups along the cliff.
A small door in the stone structure opened.
He sought a distraction to keep him from wrenching open the door and hauling the small queen away from her second.
She pushed herself away from the door and crossed to a small pitcher of water and basin in the corner.
He nodded as if expecting the response and seated himself at a small table near the fire.
Weapons were retrieved from a small barrel pushed through the loose ranks by a youth.
She didn't recognize any of the men in the small group.
She made her way deliberately across the field littered with traps and pits until she reached the small entrance and the waiting guards.
They and Memon's son, Vara, were alone in a small room together.
He appeared to be alone, and she took a deep breath to still her hammering heart before emerging into the small clearing lit by the moon.
At a pause, he darted to a small enclave hugging the walls, where a dozen warriors were gathered.
Sirian paced a small underground cell beside the one Taran had occupied his first night in the city.
There was no trail indicating the extent of Sirian's betrayal, no one to reveal his plans but him and the small army holed up near the northern wall.
A small sacrifice for saving your people.
The wall warlord had set up a small table in the mouth of an alley between two buildings and was surrounded by several men.
She dismounted and led her horse toward the small group, edgy and leery of the battle going on around her.
She ignored his question and turned away, moving to a small basin of water.
He yanked her away hard enough to knock the breath from her and shoved her into a small tack room.
She'd left the small book on her pillow.
A large barrel was tucked in one corner and several small bladders stacked near the front.
Clenching the book, he stepped into the familiar dungeon with its two small cells.
The first door brought her to a small bedroom, and the other to the kitchen.
An apartment sized gas range stood beside a small refrigerator that looked like something out of the 50's.
A small country store that doubled as a restaurant was one of a few buildings.
In a small town in Northwest Arkansas, I'm sure it isn't on the map.
It'll get all the brush and even some small trees.
He braved her scrutiny with a small twinkle in his eye and a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
With side to side swings, he quickly cut a small area of grass.
He watched with an amused expression as she quickly leveled a small area of grass.
She found a hand saw in the shed and cut down several small trees and some sumac bushes.
The wind came suddenly, and with a vengeance, bouncing leaves and small branches across the yard.
A small crack traveled about half way down the piece of wood.
The roll of twine was getting small, and it was a nuisance to hold the spool while trying to turn pages, so she unrolled the rest of the twine and tied the end around her waist.
She was in a small clearing divided by a fallen dead tree.
I see trails leading to this pool and the brush trimmed back - maybe a couple more small cabins.
The one-room shack was neat, with pallets on one side, a fire at its center, a small area to prepare food and crates lining one wall that acted both as storage and seating.
She touched the small, velvet pouch at her waist.
She grabbed what she could carry and went to her small home.
In the middle of the white bed, she looked small.
A small purple purse sat on another shelf.
He was a small man with eyes that were more purple than blue.
Her small hand reached for his coffee pot.
Finding it and turning it over was a small price to pay to get out of the bind she was in.
It makes sense to me, he explained, a small smile on his face.
Jessi watched her, blown away by the perfect beauty and her small entourage.
Someone tossed him a small kit.
Agitated by him and the fire he caused, she was also awed by how small and delicate his muscular frame made her feel.
A small part of her hoped he did or at least, he turned that nuzzling into a hot kiss.
Like, seriously, bit me, she said and showed him the two small scars.
There were two small scars on her neck.
Even swollen, her arm was small and feminine compared to his.
Jessi watched the awkward exchange from a small distance away.
A small snack, as repayment for saving your life last night.
Despite being over six feet tall, Charles was no more of an obstacle than Jessi's small body.
He joined a small crowd of people gathered around the unmistakable body of Xander and his friend, Jule.
He rested his elbows on the railing and leaned over to see the small crowd spilling out of the doors onto the beach.
Xander's smile was small but present.
The God winked at his small wife.
His low growl made Jenn shift and stretch a hand to the small of her back, where she probably had at least one weapon stashed.
Jessi got dressed, not surprised to find the small toiletry bag in the bathroom.
She followed the sounds of talking to discover the balcony was converted into a small buffet with café-style tables.
Xander asked, watching Jessi hurry to claim the small black creature from Darian.
He smiled at the small woman who reached for the cat and handed it over.
She shielded her eyes and went to a paddock connected to a small barn.
He greeted his small wife with a kiss on top of her head and wrapped his arms around her.
Too nervous, Jessi instinctively knelt on the floor beside the overturned box and began collecting the small treasures.
Noteworthy among the buildings within the ancient citadel is a small tetrastyle temple, variously ascribed to Jupiter and Minerva, the portico supported by six monolithic columns of cippolino, four being in front.
The lower, or south-eastern, part contains both the small group of streets belonging to old Stuttgart, and also the most important part of the new town.
The relatively small size of the ear is one of the most distinctive characteristics of the dwarf race.
The same is true in the case of a liquid such as water; it can be divided into drops and these again into smaller drops, or into the finest spray the particles of which are too small to be detected by our unaided vision.
Moreover, small particles do not seem to exist in the water until it is broken up; so far as we can see, the material of the water is continuous not granular.
Fortunately, the compounds at first examined by the chemists engaged in verifying these laws were comparatively simple, so that the whole numbers referred to above were small.
But on account of experimental errors in weighing and measuring, and through loss of material in the transfer of substances from one vessel to another, such analyses are rarely trustworthy to more than one part in about Soo; so that small changes in weight consequent on the chemical change could not with certainty be proved or disproved.
The small discrepancies found are so easily accounted for by attributing them to experimental errors that, until recently, every chemist would have regarded the law as sufficiently verified.
Weissenfels is a place of considerable antiquity, and from 1656 till 1746 it was the capital of the small duchy of Saxe-Weissenfels, a branch of the electoral house of Saxony, founded by Augustus, second son of the elector John George I.
He was originally the god of the small river of the same name near Celaenae, an old Phrygian town.
It separates in the form of small rose-red crystals, which decompose on boiling with water.
His father, who was descended from an old untitled noble family and possessed a small estate, was by profession an advocate.
The city stands at the head of a small valley, 11,380 ft.
There are a number of small manufacturing industries in Cuzco, including the manufacture of cotton and woollen fabrics, leather, beer, embroidery and articles of gold and silver.
It rises at an elevation of 7800 ft., in a small lake under the Piz Longhino, in the Swiss canton of the Grisons.
It is picturesquely situated at the head of the valley of a small tributary of the Derwent, at an elevation exceeding 500 ft., and is almost encircled by sharply rising hills.
The only alien priories granted were Abberbury in Oxfordshire, Wedon Pinkney in Northamptonshire, Romney in Kent, and St Clare and Llangenith in Wales, all very small affairs, single manors and rectories, and these did not form a quarter of the whole endowment.
He recommended that yeast should be purified by cultivating it in a solution of sugar containing tartaric acid, or, in wort containing a small quantity of phenol.
A volume of the diluted yeast was introduced into flasks containing sterilized wort, the degree of dilution being such that only a small proportion of the flasks became infected.
Duclaux found that acetic acid is formed in small quantities during fermentation; aldehyde has also been detected.
If an air-tight receptacle is not available, a small percentage of powdered carbon is added to the zinc-dust, to prevent increase in the amount of oxide, which, if present in excess, tends to make the deposit dull.
By the end of the month he was ready for service with a squadron of eight ships and brigs, and some small craft.
In August he skirmished with Sir James Yeo's small squadron of six vessels, but made little effective use of his own fourteen.
Conceive a beam of plane polarized light to move among a number of particles, all small compared with any of the wavelengths.
The light scattered from small particles is of a much richer blue than the blue of the first order as reflected from a very thin plate.
We may now investigate the mathematical expression for the disturbance propagated in any direction from a small particle upon which a beam of light strikes.
On the addition, well stirred, of a small quantity of dilute sulphuric acid, a precipitate of sulphur slowly forms, and during its growth manifests exceedingly well the phenomena under consideration.