I hope to have a love like yours some day.
Yours is the second offer I've had this trip and I want to make sure I get the best deal.
While Martha and Betsy, buoyed by our recent success, were eager to tackle the case, Quinn, not surprisingly, and yours truly to a lesser extent, were hesitant.
Tell me about yours, Jenn said with a smile.
"So I have to do my job because you can't do yours," he summarized.
"Our war has again spread to yours," the Watcher acknowledged.
"I'm yours, Darkyn," she said the words in a hushed voice.
There's only two vehicles, yours and Fitzgerald's.
"She used my magic to seal your deal, just as you used Gabriel's to seal yours," he said with a slow smile.
Is this yours, Mrs. Barnett?
"I don't fear Death or these Immortals of yours," he said.
Please, my home is yours for as long as you like.
I.m in the chamber beside yours if you need anything.
"She is yours, and it's your decision, though I think she is stronger than you think," Mansr said.
Respectfully yours in God, Rev. Joshua Martin.'
Show me yours and I'll show you mine.
Yours. I want to see this house everybody else knew about.
"Secure yours then toss us one of each," Brady directed.
"I get to choose who I take, and I don't want yours. Maybe the Immortal who issued the contract for two souls should step up," Death said.
Vinnie, this guy Byrne's life was as far away from yours as the Pope's from a whorehouse.
The house you're living in is yours too.
"Maybe. But since I am the Gatekeeper, that's my concern, not yours," Darian said firmly.
"Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
"The prize is yours, Alfred," she said.
(Not to mention the fact that, if the stuff all hits the fan, widget factories like yours would almost certainly be marked with bull's-eyes on the enemy's aerial bombing maps.)
Thanking you in advance for the same, I am, with respect, Very truly yours, (signed) H. N. HIGINBOTHAM, President.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
"It's like this," he said thoughtfully, "if there's a battle soon, yours will win.