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.
The men spoke among themselves, swapping war stories and discussing the Tucson Sector's influx of vamps.
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.
There's a bunch of different stories, but I'm not sure anyone knows.
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.
None could add anything to their earlier stories and none was particularly happy being called in for questioning when they should have been enjoying their time off.
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 opened the mini blinds and looked down at the busy city six stories below.
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.
The crusaders brought back fresh developments; Gog and Magog (partly Arab and partly Greek) and some Jewish stories were then added.
They were all together (except Eureka) in the pretty rooms of the Princess, and the Wizard did some new tricks, and the Scarecrow told stories, and the Tin Woodman sang a love song in a sonorous, metallic voice, and everybody laughed and had a good time.
He had written many stories which people at that time liked to read.
They feel validated by stories in which a human believed a computer was wrong, ignored the computer's advice, turned out to be right—and got a happy ending instead of the ominous "what if ..." of heeding the computer.
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.