Turned Sentence Examples
She sighed and turned away.
She turned her head to watch him.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
He turned, regarding her with apprehension.
She turned to him.
Scarcity was the new watchword as the focus turned to all the problems of the future, not all the possibilities.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
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Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
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The Wizard turned to look at him.
The boy just turned six.
Whichever way we turned, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had met together, since he enhanced the beauty of the landscape.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
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Being curious to know what position my great bubbles occupied with regard to the new ice, I broke out a cake containing a middling sized one, and turned it bottom upward.
The hall porter sullenly pulled a bell that rang upstairs, and turned away.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
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And the conversation again turned on the war, on Bonaparte, and the generals and statesmen of the day.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
Getting no response from Alex, he shrugged and turned to his desk.
She turned to Carmen.
Carmen turned and lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun.
He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.
As she turned to go into the room, she glanced back at him.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Maybe he was so distraught that he turned to Dulce for comfort.
As it turned out, Señor Medena had the same perspective on the situation as Carmen did.
Alex glanced up at him and then his expression turned sour.
Matthew turned his face away, fussing.
Instantly he turned toward her.
The nurse turned to the door.
Alex stood and turned away from him, staring out the window.
He turned from the window and faced Señor Medena.
Howard turned and headed for the door, indicating for Quint to follow.
He turned to his mother.
Lisa turned her face away and hoped Tammy didn't notice her shoulders shaking as she laughed silently.
He turned and walked down the street, and after a moment's hesitation Dorothy caught Eureka in her arms and climbed into the buggy.
Then all the people bowed low to her, and the Prince turned and walked away alone.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
He turned the picture this way and that, and looked at it from every side.
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Turned to this new use, the fund grew fast, and Tommy was provided for.
Finding that there was, she turned to me, making the sign of turning a key and pointing to the bag.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
I imagine what you have gone through, and she sympathetically turned up her eyes.
She took a pair of pear-shaped ruby earrings from her huge reticule and, having given them to the rosy Natasha, who beamed with the pleasure of her saint's-day fete, turned away at once and addressed herself to Pierre.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
He turned from the mirror and gazed down at her solemnly.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
That night after Jonathan was in bed, Carmen turned to Alex.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
She turned to find Alex smiling down at her.
For a moment he looked confused, and then turned away.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
Alex turned to her.
Remembering Dulce's face at the table, she turned, frowning up at him.
Señor Medena turned his attention to Alfonso.
Alex put the paper down and turned toward her, sliding an arm behind her on the back of the couch.
Alex turned red when Carmen stepped forward.
Carmen shoved a wide-eyed Destiny into his arms and turned to follow Dulce.
Dulce turned, and for a moment Carmen thought she might strike her.
Carmen shook her head and turned away.
He turned to her.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
Finally she turned to Destiny and Jonathan.
Carmen picked her up and turned as Jonathan joined her.
She turned her face away from him.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
He sat up and turned on the light.
With that behind her, she turned to another subject - one equally disturbing.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
With Alex back at work and Jonathan at school, her attention turned to the nursery.
Finally she worked up the courage and turned on the computer.
Her face burned hot, but his tone turned her insides cold.
He worked quietly for a few minutes and then finally turned his attention to Carmen.
Finally he arched one brow and turned back to the roast.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Carmen turned to Señor Medena.
Carmen turned to Felipa.
Slowly she turned and met his intent gaze.
As if bent on assisting her, the weather turned steamy when it entered the second week of June.
Carmen turned to Alex.
As he turned, the lights of a silent ambulance bounced across the long stretch of pasture between the highway and the mangled car.
Quint nodded and turned to the patrol car.
He turned back to Lathum.
He turned the car toward the Spencer home.
Releasing the curtain, she turned away from the window.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
The vehicle turned hesitantly and she idly wondered if Dad was letting Angela drive again.
Howard hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Connie, who shrugged and turned away.
His eyes turned cold.
He turned and walked stiffly to his car.
Once free of the vehicle she took a deep breath and turned to face her rescuer.
Cupping a hand to her mouth, she turned away from him.
When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.
He turned to his horse and mounted in one smooth movement.
Without another word, he turned the horse and kicked it into a trot in the opposite direction.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
Abruptly, he dropped her hand and turned away, marching off to his car.
Warm brown eyes turned on Lisa again with concern.
Giddon turned his attention to Lisa.
A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
Taking a deep ragged breath, she turned away from the car.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
She jerked her wrist from his hand and turned away, thankful at least for the warning.
After a startled look at Lisa, she turned on Giddon, a frown wrinkling her forehead.
He glanced up as she entered and turned the photo around so that she could see the picture.
She gulped and turned to Giddon.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
She turned and studied his stoic profile anxiously.
Once the car was stopped, he turned to her, his voice suddenly gentle.
He turned back to the wheel, chuckling.
As Giddon grabbed the reins, Diablo turned his head to look at his master.
That night, for the first time in more than a week, she tossed and turned in the bed, her sleep interrupted by memories of her family.
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
Eyes of blue ice turned on Allen and Giddon's voice was almost a growl.
Allen swallowed again, almost cringing as he licked his lips and turned desperate eyes on Lisa.
Tammy turned around and pointed at the cake.
She turned and stared out the window.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
Allen watched him enter the house before he turned to Lisa.
From the door she turned and watched as he climbed into his car and drove away.
Walking so fast that it created a breeze that caught the loose hair hanging down her back, she turned her ankle slipping off her sandals.
As the path turned, the broad side of a metal building came into view, nestled at the foot of a cliff.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
She turned excited eyes to her father.
I just turned my ankle a little.
Yancey rolled his eyes at his mother and turned his palms up to God.
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile.
Lisa asked as she turned to look at Sarah.
She turned and gazed out the window.
She turned away, embarrassed by the rush of excitement the action had triggered.
He turned into a driveway and shut off the truck.
He turned and leaned back against the counter, surveying her with obvious distaste.
She turned and left the room.
She stopped and turned to face him.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
He waved as he turned it around to leave.
Connie frowned as she turned the other corner and picked up speed.
His gaze turned cool.
She turned her palms up.
She turned and started up the trail.
You wouldn't have thought it was so exciting if he had turned on you.
Instantly the hand dropped and he turned back down the trail, speaking over his shoulder.
He turned and marched off to the house.
In bed, she tossed and turned.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
The one person she thought she could trust had turned on her.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
She turned the knob, but the door didn't open.
She turned it again, and this time put her weight against the door.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
He stopped and turned.
She turned around and walked three steps before it hit her.
Yancey didn't get out, but he did wait until she had her car started before he turned his car around and headed back to the house.
At the house, she turned her car around and parked so it faced the drive, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the can in his hand.
Standing, she turned to leave the room.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
We just turned off the highway, so we'll be there pretty soon.
Lisa turned and started for her room.
He turned the knob and pushed on the door.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
Howard slapped Len on the back playfully and turned to leave the building.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
As she turned her head, the spoon distorted her nose, making it look longer and hooked.
Her gaze shot past Adrienne and her face turned scarlet.
She turned away from him, speaking flippantly.
His smile turned sour.
Michael turned around and came back to her.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
He turned and mounted his horse in one lithe movement.
She turned her head and stared across the pasture, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on her leg.
He turned his horse around.
His face turned pale.
Darting across the room, she used the door jam to break her speed as she turned to Brandon's room.
Brandon turned to his mother.
Mrs. Marsh turned to Adrienne, and her voice was calm.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
Finally, she turned and sauntered back into the apartment.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
He turned to Miss Clara.
Two sets of startled eyes turned on her.
She shrugged and turned away from him.
Davis gulped the last of his coffee and turned the cup up side down on a rock so it would drain.
Three pair of hostile eyes turned on the sandy-haired youth.
As the big wheels turned, they tossed sand up and over the rim.
Her thoughts turned to Bordeaux.
She turned around and picked up the lines.
Bordeaux turned his mount to walk beside her.
He wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve and turned his toothless grin on Royce.
Her voice turned sour.
She turned away from him abruptly.
As she turned away from him, Pete winked at Davis.
He laughed as he turned to his mount.
Pete turned away and his soft footsteps faded into the darkness.
She turned, running blindly for the privacy of her wagon.
Davis turned his cup up side down on the rock, but he didn't leave the fire.
He paused when she turned sharply.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Her voice died in her throat as he turned and started for her.
She gasped and turned to run, but he reached out and grabbed her.
The sun turned the dunes orange red and then quickly sank, leaving them in pre-moon darkness.
Pete was going to be the deciding factor, and all eyes turned to him.
She turned the horse and followed his mule up a dune, reining in at his side.
The foul smelling grease turned her stomach.
Sobering, he turned to her again.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he turned.
The ride turned out to be short.
As they entered the Indian encampment, hostile black eyes turned to follow them.
She turned her back on Bordeaux and pulled her shirt from her pants, unbuttoning it so that the water could reach the sweat stained area under her breasts.
She turned away from him, pulling the shirt away from her chest.
She turned, eagerly absorbing his information.
Bordeaux turned her to face him.
The crowd had dispersed, so they turned toward the only hotel in town.
The two men talked for a few minutes and then one rider turned his bay horse toward the wagons.
The rider on the black horse turned back.
He deposited the package in her outstretched hands and turned, running down the hall.
He turned his back to her, facing the girl.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
Her knees were weak, but her legs finally obeyed as she turned back toward the hotel.
She turned her head so that he would not see the tears burning her eyes.
She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
After breakfast, she closed her account at the bank and turned in her resignation.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Cassie.
She caught her breath and turned on Bordeaux.
His lips formed a hard line and his eyes turned cold.
He turned and stalked back to the buggy.
Neither am I. You turned me down, remember.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
With that he turned and left the diner.
She held her breath as they approached and turned into the circular drive.
He turned abruptly and left the room.
The sting of his cool hospitality was quickly replaced with awe as she turned back to the room.
He turned and left the room, his boots clicking across the tile floor and then fading as he moved across the hardwood family room floor and down the hall.
She turned the porcelain knob and pushed the door open.
He watched her intently for a few moments longer and then turned his attention to his food.
She turned and rested her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
He rinsed his cup and turned from the sink.
He stopped and turned, frowning down at her.
He turned and headed for the family room door again.
She turned on the broiler and buttered some bread.
When Cynthia finished tightening the cinch and lowered the stirrup, she turned to find him watching her.
He turned his horse and started through the herd.
The wolf finally decided they were no threat and turned his back on them, trotting away across the vast grassland.
He turned his horse and they started out again.
He turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
They ate in silence until he finally turned a concerned gaze on her.
As she picked up the dishes and turned toward the sink he finally responded.
He dropped his arms and turned to face her.
She moved to the sink and turned on the water.
It could only have been in the last few weeks since the weather had turned warm.
The extra color was beginning to fade from his face and he turned toward the family room.
As it turned out, the truck repair was minor, so she was able to follow Cade home that evening.
Unable to discern the source of his objection, she finally turned an inquisitive gaze on him.
She clutched his sleeve as he turned away.
She tugged the curl from his hand and turned to the old piano as a diversion tactic.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
She lifted the cat to her lap and turned so the light from the doorway would fall on the foot.
Claudette turned her palms to the air.
He grabbed the towel and turned the cold water on.
Cynthia turned on Claudette.
She turned to the stove to prepare supper and Claudette left the room.
Glancing into the family room, he turned back to Cynthia.
For a moment he gazed down at her as though something were troubling him, but then he finally turned.
She turned to go back to the house and realized she wouldn't be able to make it before the storm caught up with her.
He touched his hat and turned the horse toward the barn.
Everything turned out fine and you learned a lesson.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
He turned his attention to the fire and tucked another piece of bark into the bright coals.
He turned his head and kissed her fingers.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
Time couldn't be turned back.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
She turned and headed for the house without waiting for an answer.
She smiled wistfully and turned back to the table.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
He turned to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her thoughtfully as he sipped the coffee.
He turned his horse and beckoned for her to follow.
He turned his mount and started up the hill at a lope.
She sighed and turned.
She wiped a table and turned to take the dishes to the kitchen.
He parked the truck in front of the courthouse and turned to her, dragging a paper from his pocket.
He took a deep breath and turned to her again.
He stopped abruptly and turned, his expression clearly startled until he realized it was her.
He turned to Cynthia, awkwardly shifting him around so she could take him.
She turned to her husband.
Martha turned the openness up a notch.
The rest of us were spiraling toward bankruptcy when Howie turned to Martha.
Martha turned to sleeping arrangements.
He turned to me.
He turned and climbed the stairs.
Betsy turned to Howie.
She turned to him, You're the scientist.
She turned to Howie.
He turned and left.
Howie turned to Betsy.
She turned to Martha.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
He turned to Martha.
I turned to my fiancée.
Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.
Betsy mumbled a reply and turned away.
Betsy turned to me.
He turned away, embarrassed.
Betsy turned to Quinn.
Instead of answering, he turned to Quinn.
He turned to Betsy and me.
He turned toward the basement stairs and we all followed.
Betsy turned on a tape recorder as Howie reclined on the bed, turning away from us.
I know for a fact my wife turned as white as Casper and Quinn looked no better.
Martha turned to her cousin.
Betsy turned on the tape recorder and followed him.
I turned to Martha.
She turned on the play button.
I turned to Martha and grabbed her written notes.
She returned and turned to me.
I turned to him.
He turned to his cousin.
In another case, a missing twelve year old boy turned out to be a runaway.
He turned to Howie who nodded his ascent.
My wife turned to me.
Quinn turned to his wife.
The heat was definitely turned up.
When I finished they turned to me for a summary.
She turned to us.
She turned to me.
He turned to Betsy.
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
When we reached the steps, I turned to him.
She turned my way with a scowl as she followed.
I turned and announced to the others, "Everyone; Howie is in love with Julie and wants to marry her."
Betsy looked about to say something, but turned and led the others to the conference room.
As the decision deadlocked at two each, I turned to Howie.
Betsy turned to me with a look of sadness.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
She turned to the wall.
Julie met me at the door before I turned off my car.
I turned on the light, calmed her down and slowly explained step by step what Julie had told me.
She turned to me, her face only inches from mine.
I turned off the light.
I turned to my wife.
With time on my hands and not even a dog to talk to, I turned to the computer.
Martha turned to her husband.
He turned and left the office.
She turned to the young girl.
As soon as the two left, I turned to Betsy.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
I turned away, about to leave the room.
I turned and left the room with my friend weeping on the bed.
She turned and began climbing the stairs.
She turned toward the kitchen before I could answer.
She turned in my direction.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
He turned back to me.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
If I had a clue where the breaker box was located I'd have turned the lights on, not off!
He turned to leave.
He needs desperately to know what happened to his sister and what he did that turned his own mother against him.
Then, these near silent sobs would have turned to shrieks of anguish while I made the young beauty my own.
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
I turned to my wife as I hung up the phone.
There too was the matter of who turned off the power at Howie's house and why?
She turned to the child.
The woman turned to her husband.
Two uniformed officers nearby turned their heads.
He immediately turned on his lights and made a quick U turn.
The weather had turned sultry but there was a cool breeze out on the patio by the barbecue.
She turned and kissed me.
Martha was hurting that night, and she turned to me, albeit in an uncommon way.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
Willard turned to me.
Howie turned away, mad as hell at me.
My specially soaked rag was secure in a plastic bag so I withdrew it and had it over the child's face before she turned to see who entered.
Instead I turned to the clerk who'd overheard enough of the conversation to look like his dog ate his cat.
I turned to Howie.
I turned and left the room with Pual behind me as I searched left and right until I saw a policeman by the door.
He turned and returned to the hospital, as if glad to be rid of me.
I turned to Pual, my driver.
I turned on the equipment, though without Howie hooked up to it, there was no absolutely no point in doing so.
He tried to look away but I turned him by the shoulders and until our faces were inches apart.
In desperation, I turned on the tape recorder which had run to its end.
I turned off the recorder and left to drive to police headquarters.
She was used to the teenage fits of temperament after spending the summer with her newly turned twenty-year-old brother.
His voice turned to a whisper and he looked at her, conflicted.
She turned to run, panic flying through her at the feral look he gave her.
He rarely turned down the offer of no-strings-attached sex, especially when his partner was so good at it.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
I'm twenty-five, he just turned twenty.
Those around him moved away, and those on a path towards his side of the hall changed their minds and turned around.
She'd just turned a vamp back into a human.
He turned off the shower before lifting her and setting her on her feet in the middle of the bathroom.
Whatever Natural talent she had, she'd somehow turned her brother from a vamp back into a human.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
She took his hand and turned it over.
He turned around and hugged her hard.
He turned to glare at her and almost snapped at her for sitting on the counter.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
The oven timer buzzed, and she turned away from Toni, not wanting to deal with him any longer.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
Bianca healed a newly turned vamp.
And the guy you turned back into a human.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
He turned away, hands on hips as he surveyed the distant beaches.
He turned to see Jonny.
Dusty turned around and kept walking.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
At the husky female voice, Dusty turned to see Jenn fluff Jonny's hair as she passed.
Bianca turned him human again, but she can't make him mortal.
His gaze turned to the east, where yellow lined the horizon.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
George gave a long, noisy sigh and turned, pointing out a window.
She turned to see the hall in disarray, a mist darker than night slowly creeping through the crowd.
His gaze turned towards the hallway.
The world continued in its delayed movement, and they turned to watch the battling duo.
Jonny turned and walked away, disappearing after a few steps.
Surprised, Dusty turned to see Darian pull his cell from a pocket.
His smile turned to another chuckle.
The Black God turned at his approach.
She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned.
He turned and started walking down the hill.
She'd stayed after she turned eighteen, because he was the only one who understood her strange gift.
She turned, her body tense and her large green eyes swimming with fear and dread.
He turned, not surprised to see the small, grandfatherly man standing deeper in the alley.
Her gift of changing or transforming objects into others should've turned him to stone.
Instead, she'd touched his soul, and it'd laughed and turned her magic away.
Her father turned at her hesitation, his gaze blazing.
Some of his innate defensive powers remained, or she would've turned him to stone or the Other would've vaporized him.
The Black God's gaze turned sharp.
Jonny's head snapped up, his expression one of surprise that quickly turned to anger.
Jule reached it and turned.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
Her heart pounding, she turned the car around and drove back towards the dueling men.
Her anger turned to embarrassment.
Jule began shivering, and she turned up the heat until it was too hot for her to stand.
She wrapped her hand around the doorknob and turned it from steel into a rag and pushed the door open.
She crept in and turned on a light, relieved when it worked.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
It didn't have the kind of bandages she suspected he'd need for his shoulder, so she turned several towels into thick bandages and added them to the pile.
Feeling stupid, she touched the arrow and turned it into a string that she pulled free.
There was no food in the cottage, so she turned a small log into cans of soup.
Just before dawn, she made herself soup and turned a box of cornmeal into bread.
His touch turned electric, and his magic skimmed her blood.
His lips turned more demanding, and he took her hands in his.
She lifted one of the spare pillows and turned it into a rolled-up blanket.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
She trailed him, slowing when she turned the corner leading to his apartments.
She stopped in the hallway and turned.
She turned her back on him in blatant disregard he wasn't likely to misinterpret.
Damian turned in time to see the vamp Charlie struggling to drag a skinned deer carcass across the threshold.
She turned and gasped, staring at the large man before her.
He turned and walked away.
Hardening, Jenn turned away and retreated through the forest and rocks to the compound.
She turned at Jonny's voice.
The massive vamp hadn't attacked or turned his back at the first sight of him, a sign Jule took as positive.
Jule released the vamp, who turned to him.
The past few days had turned her beliefs on end.
His knife blade grazed her once and turned into a feather that he flung away.
Damian turned to walk away.
She turned to look at him.
He turned to Yully.
She turned to face the small man and gasped.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
Jake turned and stared at him, dropped an awkward bow, and straightened, his mouth lax.
She turned twenty-four two months ago and started having all these issues, like she's a vamp.
She turned, slammed into something twice her size, and fell backwards.
He turned the lights in her room on low and set her down on the trunk at the bottom of her bed.
Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one day from being all out crazy, then kidnapped—and the sight of the man before her turned her on.
When he turned to place their breakfast on the table near the patio, he thought he recognized her.
Her gaze turned to the curtain, where not even a lost sunbeam could enter the room.
He hid a smile as Rainy turned to him.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.