Natasha's wound healed in that way.
The trail wound around pine trees and over rock outcroppings.
"Oh, leave off, you always talk nonsense and keep putting things off-- and this is what comes of it!" said Prince Andrew in an exasperated whisper, evidently meaning to wound his sister.
This is the least bad wound I.ve had yet.
"Let's just be thankful we have guests," Dean continued as he wound a string of lights into a bouquet of blinking color, unplugged it, and set it aside with a dozen others.
The robed man led her into the fortress and wound his way through bright intersections, down stairs, and into a more opulent part of the building.
He didn't know if she hadn't had time to fix her wound or didn't know how; the wound was on the verge of becoming infected.
Mr. Thomas Morley was admitted with a gunshot wound to his leg, sustained, according to him, when he was mugged in an alley while taking a short cut to his car.
She did as he said and pressed hard on the arrow wound until the bleeding slowed.
There were four units in the building that faced the waterway and walking paths that wound along the banks of the river.
An autopsy would surely reveal Fitzgerald's knife wound, bringing Lydia Larkin's complicity into play, and probably Dean's.
Maybe his wound hurt from lifting her.
He didn't drink long, and when he was finished he touched his thumb to the wound, cauterizing it again.
His step grew quicker, and his face brightened as they wound their way through the compound.
It sidled up to him and wound between his legs until he picked it up.
Her presence would have the same calming effect on Dusty, who was the most wound-up man Jule knew.
The path wound its way downward, dumping them into a draw far enough away to be safe.
No wound was there.
As promised, he did not drink long, and she felt him press another finger to the wound to seal the seepage.
The wound healed itself quickly.
He's one of these type A personality guys who's always wound up tighter than a spring—wears whatever face suits the crowd.
Now, mostly bound to its banks by ice, the river looked much less menacing as it wound its way downward.
The leg wound from Shipton's flailing ice ax had been an eight-stitcher of no permanent consequence.
Lana obeyed, planting one hand on the laser wound in his side.
Kris looked at him, anger building. The muscular half-demon was bleeding from a wound in his chest. His dark eyes glowed like a demon's, though his face was still that of an Immortal.
Jenn forced herself to move, hurting more from the wound inside than all those outside.
The demon within her thrashed and darted to the first wound, then the second, trying to heal both.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
Then Dorothy wound up Tik-tok and he danced a jig to amuse the company, after which the Yellow Hen related some of her adventures with the Nome King in the Land of Ev.
Natasha, seeing the impression the news of her brother's wound produced on Sonya, felt for the first time the sorrowful side of the news.
The demon rushed to heal the gouging wound in her leg from the sharp stone she'd landed on.
Sirian and Rissa wound through the fortress before disappearing into a door guarded by two men.
He concentrated hard on wiping the blood from the wound she caused before binding it with a strip of linen from his tunic.
The Grey God's broken nose bled for only a second before the wound healed.
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.
His words reopened the wound she'd tried to heal too quickly.
"Is this a laser wound?" the doctor asked, releasing the seal around Lana's wrist.
He wound the line around his left hand twice while playing it out with his right hand.
The machete had sliced through his collarbone, and blood spurted from the wound into the courtyard.s grass.
From above on the left, bisecting that amphitheater, wound the Smolensk highroad, passing through a village with a white church some five hundred paces in front of the knoll and below it.
The doctor bent down over the wound, felt it, and sighed deeply.