Maybe the stories were true.
People at the memorial service had contradictory stories and when Howie pressed them, no one seemed to have any real facts.
She'd jumped the two stories to the ground and was running towards a large garage.
There appeared to be no such thing as a do-it-yourself manual for seeing the future, but the books had a few good—if bizarre—anecdotal stories that gave her ideas.
Between bites, Martha regaled the few late rising guests that lingered around the dining room with stories of her adventure and the bus window sights she'd visited.
A billion different stories and experiences.
He sat at the window overlooking the street two dozen stories below.
The fortress around the courtyard was four stories tall and lined with wooden doors indicating guest rooms.
He understood better the tension between Ne'Rin and nishani after several hesitant stories from Talal of their discussions.
Edward heard the stories from father who heard them from Grandfather Quincy who took copious notes.
They talked through the night, the hosts educating the new vampires, and the guests hungry for stories of the couple's life; stories that would provide comfort during difficult times.
Three stories tall, the old mill stood picturesquely at the edge of the river, an old metal one-lane bridge at one side beckoned travelers to visit the lush pastures on the other side.
"Didn't you ever hear your grandparents tell stories about how they met and got married?" she pursued.
Much later, in the darkest part of the night, Dean's mind was creating picture stories to amuse itself while his body lay in frozen and unmoving slumber like a fallen mannequin.
How many stories did that room have to tell?
I've heard the stories about the mortal world.
The demon does not care for him, either, and tells me stories too frightening to be true.
She had been so certain that he was making up stories – hiding his identity – that she had insulted him.
The ground floor consisted of formal dining and living areas, to include a hearth whose chimney stretched all the way to the top of the condo, two stories up.
Various idle stories are related about him.
Several stories of empty rooms rewarded their search, but nothing more; so after a time they came back to the platform again.
He had written many stories which people at that time liked to read.
Just as ancient cultures used creation myths to explain their beginnings, we have stories of the "American Experience" that we tell again and again until they acquire mythic status.
I can read stories in my book.
There have been many stories told about the bottom, or rather no bottom, of this pond, which certainly had no foundation for themselves.
"Because I hate ghost stories," said Prince Hippolyte in a tone which showed that he only understood the meaning of his words after he had uttered them.