If they could talk, what tales these hills could tell.
Damian knew him well enough to know all the tales weren't true.
He'd spoken to his sisters in depth and learned quickly just how different she was, their tales ranging from those that ought to anger him to those that amused him.
No telling what tales their ghosts could spin and what unfinished business they left behind.
Ryland worked for the National Forest Service and regaled Donnie with tales of the outdoor splendors of the Colorado mountains.
Bergschrunds, couloirs, moats and seracs peppered conversations—animated tales of past ascents of both ice and stone.
He'd urged her to hide herself away when she wasn't at work with him, telling her tales of how bad the upper class was.
Dean returned home dreading what new tales of woe Fred O'Connor might have discovered in his absence.
There was no way to move up or improve life in the immortal world, but Jenn heard tales of the mortal world.
The oddities of Tiyan made him recall the wives' tales told about the city's magical powers.
With the thought came an image of Jame, who told yearning tales of such a place he recalled from his youth.
She rode across country with her brother, she went out shooting with Deschatres, she sat by the cottage doors on the long summer evenings and heard the flax-dressers tell their tales of witches and warlocks.
His novels, for the most part published first in London, reflect his wild adventurous life, the best known being The Son of the Wolf (1900); The Call of the Wild (1903); Moon Face (1906); Martin Eden (1909); South Sea Tales (1912), and his last, The Little Lady of the Big House (1916).
Vir.) in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales prefaces his account of Alexander with the statement that his story is so common That every wight that hath discrecioun Hath herd somewhat or all of his fortune.
For several reasons the first of these tales is preferable.
They are not tales of aberrant individuals but of societal norms.
All these experiences added a great many new terms to my vocabulary, and in the three weeks I spent at the Fair I took a long leap from the little child's interest in fairy tales and toys to the appreciation of the real and the earnest in the workaday world.
I cannot tell exactly when I began Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare"; but I know that I read them at first with a child's understanding and a child's wonder.
In Captain Keller's library she found excellent books, Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare," and better still Montaigne.
They've been telling tales, he thought- -referring to the little princess who was not in the dining room.
The day was bright and sunny after a sharp night frost, and the cheerful glitter of that autumn day was in keeping with the news of victory which was conveyed, not only by the tales of those who had taken part in it, but also by the joyful expression on the faces of soldiers, officers, generals, and adjutants, as they passed Rostov going or coming.
Often, listening to the pilgrims' tales, she was so stimulated by their simple speech, mechanical to them but to her so full of deep meaning, that several times she was on the point of abandoning everything and running away from home.
She sat a long time looking at the receding line of candles reflected in the glasses and expecting (from tales she had heard) to see a coffin, or him, Prince Andrew, in that last dim, indistinctly outlined square.