How to use As-if in a sentence
It's almost as if it is a lifetime goal.
He jumped up, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
I feel as if I'm spying.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.Advertisement
It was as if he was mocking her.
She continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't as if she was going to chase after him.
He was silent, as if watching.
He leaned forward, as if to say something in her ear.Advertisement
The air was dry and hot, as if she were in a sauna.
She was thinking as if she alone were responsible.
She looked at me as if I was the psychic!
It was as if she were talking about someone she didn't know.
It was simple enough to wander around outside, as if she were looking for something.Advertisement
He continued as if he didn't hear.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
Had fate brought her to these people who welcomed her as if she were family?
Molly shrugged her shoulders, as if she were being scolded.
He tucked her under the covers as if she were a child.Advertisement
He paused, as if searching for a tasteful word.
She opened it and frowned, as if knowing why he was there.
She almost felt as if she was … drugged?
She shook her head as if he were the fool.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.Advertisement
It wasn't as if that was the most important part, so why did it hurt the most?
She just shrugged again, as if it wasn't her concern.
Betsy looked at her, as if wanting to hear more.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
It appears as if either you, Damian, or you, Jonny, sent someone to kill her.Advertisement
His head remained shoved under a pillow, and his body relaxed, as if he were falling back asleep.
She clung to the metal railing as if her life depended on it, stumbling toward him, blocking his progress.
She talked to Dean as if any fool out here in the wilderness should be fully versed in everyone else's activity.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
The pastor continued as if we hadn't taken nearly a three hour break, mostly continuing his sermon.Advertisement
The room was otherwise arranged as if for a wedding with two sets of neatly lined chairs on either side of a long aisle.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Instead, she prepared for the day as if it were her last.
Her hair glowed as if it were on fire, and she floated, her slender form clad in simple leggings and a tunic.
Jonny glanced at Jenn, as if noticing for the first time that she wasn't armed.Advertisement
He was an excellent horseman, and rode as if he were part of the horse.
The three of us packed for three days only, as if so limiting our clothing changes would force our return more quickly.
It was as if I hadn't had time to come to grips with that tragedy with the world wind swirling around me.
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
The sun lingered on the horizon, as if waiting for the closing clouds.Advertisement
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
The scars ran all the way through his hand, as if it had been chopped up and put back together.
He was hugging Sunny as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.Advertisement
She was fully a part of him when they touched, as if he'd been missing more than a piece of his soul all these years and just now realized it.
She looked unsettled at the idea of leaving her lab and looked around, as if trying to figure out what to take.
She made a show of resting her coat across the table, as if to say she wasn't leaving, and crossed to the small hall that contained the restrooms.
Why, then, was he starting to feel as if he'd been set up?
Darian cocked his head to the side, as if hearing someone call his name.
A strange energy ran between them, as if she could absorb the faint stream of his magic.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
She frowned at his tone, as if he considered her the newest, permanent member of his organization and not the guest she was.
It wasn't like the Magician's magic, which somehow fused with his, as if they were one person sharing one source of power.
Instead of answering, she raised her arm and steadied her breath, as if she were holding a handgun.
The harder she concentrated, the louder Jule's heartbeat grew, as if their bodies were pressed together again.
It was as if small objects had been buried in the ground, and their weak magic was muffled.
The Other's bedchamber had been empty, as if the otherworldly creature was permanently gone.
It, too, was empty, as if the Other had fled and was taking Yully with him.
The magic took hold of her, and she danced away from his strikes as if they were in slow motion.
The Watcher's eyes went around his study, as if this was his first visit in a great while.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
Han asked, extending his hand as if approaching a wounded animal.
This one clung to him as if he were the only thing preventing her from being swept overboard.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
His visions were more than just his death; they were the first-person experience of the torturing and killing of many, many others, as if she were mutilating others.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
Sofia hung up the phone, feeling as if she were emerging from a stupor for the first time in months.
He said nothing, and she saw the look that crossed his face, as if he wasn't sure what to make of it.
He stood and watched it burn, feeling as if a part of him burned with it.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
The front door was open, as if they were expecting her.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
The rest was blocked, as if a dam was placed there.
He cocked his head to the side, as if listening to someone.
Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.
She turned to see his gaze on the ground, his body braced as if for a blow.
She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.
He had a heartbeat, one that reverberated through her as if it was her own.
She was surprised to find the idea of tasting him didn't repulse her, as if the intimate bond with him was natural.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he was…pleased to share the moment with her.
He handled weapons as if they were extensions of his body, never dropping them or misplacing a strike.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
He gobbled everything he could grab as if building energy for the balance of his coast-to-coast trek.
She was red-eyed, as if sleep had eluded her.
Then she added, We've always treated you exactly the same as if we were your natural parents.
They look as if someone slept in them.
It was as if she was being forced to divulge what she wanted to tell but had promised not to.
Martha rose and began to pace across the room, putting one foot toe to heel in front of the other, as if walking a tight rope.
He smiled, as if he were kidding.
Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.
It was as if rescuing these long forgotten remains from oblivion would somehow prove such a resurrection from years of absolute dark and loneliness would make anything possible.
After embarrassed apologies, she seemed compelled to sit down and chat, as if idle conversation might be penance for the pilfered peach pie.
Cynthia agreed and as if in penance, gathered up plates and coffee cups while Westlake assembled his equipment.
It wasn't as if he was around much when he was in town, so an empty place at the table just meant an extra potato.
On her way down the hall, she paused at Martha's room and peeked in, as if hoping some memory of the child remained.
He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.
Death lowered the hand displaying the end of the world scenario. The images of Gabe fighting demons switched to those of Katie on the beach under the moonlight. Rhyn's breath caught at the sight of her. She appeared exhausted, tattered, and drenched from the underworld rain. She'd never looked as beautiful as she did, even if she looked as if she'd just left the underworld. Toby was with her, pulling her from the beach towards the Sanctuary.
But it's not as if I took advantage of Jen— it was a mistake.
Certainly. It's not as if they don't have a mutual interest in this business.
She stood on the front porch, puffing on her cigarette as if sucking in a lung full of chemicals might somehow help matters.
She paused, as if hesitating to confide, until her anger overcame her reticence.
It doesn't seem as if we're taking this business of getting you elected very seriously.
It looks as if they were kind enough to just let the air out—not slash them.
Cynthia leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes while Brandon Westlake acted as if he were taking a Sunday afternoon ride in the park.
Cynthia looked as if she considered joining him but caution prevailed.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
The woman let out her breath, as if exhaling a cigarette.
It doesn't smell as if it was cleaned or preserved.
Dean felt as if he might be getting somewhere, at least in identifying Martha's bones.
It's as if they might have been switched—from a real skeleton.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
The cat declined a lap-offer in favor of the purple rocker, Martha's chair, as if to question the whereabouts of her missing friend.
Someone had a campfire and it looked as if the door on the mine was used for fire wood.
Instead, he rose—a suggestion they go inside—but Cynthia and Mrs. Lincoln were content together, as if oblivious to Pumpkin and Westlake.
He talked to me as if I were a real person, not just a skirt he was plotting to lift.
It was as if Jennifer hadn't heard.
It sounds as if your marriage was very happy.
Paul Dawkins wiped his face with his hand and looked at Dean as if to ask if he were serious.
The two women chatted amicably, as if they'd known one another for a lifetime, with Cynthia pointing out the sights with a running line of commentary.
He made the entire trip up without seeing another vehicle, and the lords of luck were with him—Jennifer Radisson's camera was sitting in the crevice of a rock as if it were waiting for him.
It was only moments later when his fears were realized by the gnashing, booming, ripping sound of metal on rock, echoing across the valley like a clap of thunder, repeating and repeating, as if car after car had met a similar fate, further and further away.
The rough track he followed ceased to exist, as if the vehicle had become airborne in its terrible fall.
She did it gently, as if not to disturb the victim.
He thought she might be sleeping, but her place was ablaze with lights, and she met him at the door as if expecting him.
She paused, as if waiting for a comment, but he gave none.
It's not as if I wasn't in police work long enough to know that, but Billy's death was such a god-awful waste of a young life.
Fitzgerald looked as if he'd found a Captain Midnight ring in his cereal.
She peered behind them, as if searching to see if he'd been followed.
Ginger Dawkins was sitting on the porch in her pretty blue sweater as if she'd never huffed and puffed her exit a day earlier.
It did sound as if the Dawkins boys' temporary peace had come to an end, but Dean paid little heed to the raised voices.
Lydia put her hand on his knee, as if Cynthia were not in the room.
Lydia rose as if to stop him.
She took short breaths, as if it hurt to talk.
Edith was as nervous as the prior evening, glancing across the hall at her son, as if danger lurked in every corner of Bird Song.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Then, as if thinking about it added, But I'll donate these things.
It looked as if the Deans might have more time to themselves, even if Janet's absence meant they'd spend their leisure changing sheets and cleaning toilets.
Corday asked the question as casually as if he was inquiring about the weather.
She waved her hand at the bed, as if to indicate the location of his foul deed.
Claire Quincy turned and stared at him, as if waiting for the quid pro quo of an if-you-don't-tell, I-won't-tell agreement of some sort.
Weller took another bite of his sandwich, waved Dean to a seat as if he were the host, and continued with his discourse.
She continued to take notes, as if Dean's scolding had fallen on deaf ears.
She even commenced to purr, as if to say, Get on with it, you jerk.
It's not as if there's some crazed killer running around loose.
It's not as if he visited the cribs and houses, looking for prostitutes! she said sternly.
Then, as if explaining her long distance telephone expenditure added, "She got a free phone card for listening to a time share pitch."
Franny just shrugged, as if she didn't want to say anything in front of the boy.
Any time anyone tries to raise the subject to Donnie, he just turns away and acts as if he didn't hear the question.
She looked at him, as if she didn't want to go there.
His sole security was the loop of this rope around his body, between his legs, across his back and over his shoulder, which he then grasped as if his life depended on it.
She looked up, as if believing the truth of what her husband was saying for the first time.
Victims were carefully chosen, as if they were dance partners.
He felt as if he had swallowed the contents of an ashbin while embers still lived.
His black hair appeared darker, thicker and shone as if coated in oil.
Jackson brushed him aside as if he were a house cat trying to get out.
Her eyes widened, then ran over him as if she were appraising a sinful dessert, ready to devour it.
It's not as if he had a chance of getting by her.
It seemed as if she could see his soul.
He felt as if they were melting in to each other, and rather than anticipating what could come next, he was content to just stay in this moment.
He felt as if he had been slapped in the face.
Sarah stared at him as if to say, are you out of your mind?
The bounty of New England's autumn surrounded them, and the sun reflected off the leaves as if it were playing with the tone, searching for the perfect combination of pigment.
Almost as if it was meant to be.
He shrugged as if to say, "Sorry, I can't help you."
After a while, the two came downstairs chatting away as if they had been friends for years.
It was as if their bodies were created to be together, not at all unfamiliar, entwined and as one.
It wasn't a question, but a statement, as if it were inevitable.
Elisabeth's body began to move under the duvet, as if she were stretching.
Sarah yelled, "Jackson!" then glared at Elisabeth as if to say, 'Do something about him'.
They made their way to the back of the bar where the bartender stood as if waiting for a bus.
Sarah scrunched up her face as if she smelled something rancid.
Jackson winced as if the pain would paralyze him.
She gently lifted him, as if he were a sleeping child, and carried him to the car.
She hesitated, as if wanting to elaborate and then shrugged.
Alex tousled her hair as if she were a child.
Carmen began the tour as if it were a documentary.
It wasn't as if she was going to allow Brutus to attack their guest.
He dropped her hand as if it had suddenly become too hot to hold, and glanced at his watch.
It wasn't as if Lori would know how she felt.
It was as if they were one person, clinging to each other - neither wanting to be the first to end the embrace.
Alex attacked his food as if it were to blame for the havoc he had created at the table.
The feds ignored the newcomers after a few looks, content to stroll and chat as if nothing were amiss anywhere.
The cat was staring hard at the mouse, as if ready to pounce.
He was peering closely at the people on the screen, as if trying to assess if there were any survivors.
It looked as if the camp would be packed up—if not evacuated—before dark.
Tim, on the other hand, looked as if he'd gotten some sleep since their last talk.
She heard disconcerting sounds of heavy weapons fire in the distance, and the forest smelled as if it were burning.
The road was ripped open, as if by a massive bomb.
They were pressed and waiting for her, as if no one had told them her life had changed.
In fact, standing in her apartment, she had the surreal sense that life hadn't changed, as if she could open the door and go to work like any other day.
Yet he moved as if he were completely healed.
The next hour passed as if in a dream.
He felt as if he'd never seen her before.
Katie didn't answer for a moment, pensive. Gabe glanced back at her then slowed, as if sensing she was growing tired.
She twisted to face the direction from which it had come, expecting to see Gabriel. Nothing was there. The jungle around her fell suddenly still, and the possessed branches stopped in place, as if watching her.
She felt nauseous again. As if reading it in her features, he smiled.
Rhyn opened a portal and walked through the cool shadow place. The shadow world felt … strange this time. He looked around, unsettled by the sensation that someone else was there. The black portal to Hell throbbed then dimmed, as if someone and come through.
Rhyn couldn't help feeling as if Darkyn was playing him as Death had.
At the Sanctuary, Kris was just getting ready to return to his tent when Kiki burst onto the beach, looking as if he were being chased by demons.
Kris felt as if he'd glimpsed his fate – and it wasn't good.
Her words fell heavily, as if she knew she was already doomed to her fate in the underworld. Rhyn said nothing for a long moment.
Andre didn't bother to disappear, as if no longer worried the Immortal might see him. The death-dealer looked lost for a moment then rose and strapped on his weapons.
The branches around him darted around then fell still, as if watching. Toby knelt beside Ully and grunted as he rolled the Immortal onto his back. Disappointed to have their journey paused already, he looked around then back at Ully.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.
Katie turned away and snatched Toby's hand. They approached the demons tentatively, waiting for the quiet creatures to attack rather than move. As if under a trance, the demons moved away in synchronized steps.
His words made Rhyn's throat tighten. He'd never acted in order to gain his brothers' favor, but Kris's words affected him more than he thought they would. There was a flash of light and Kris was gone. Gabe jerked, as if surprised to find himself still standing.
He heard Hannah crying and smelled the unmistakable scent of human blood before he took a step onto the block. He strode down the block and paused in front of Hannah's cell. She was curled up on the bed, sobbing. When he looked at the cell across from her, he saw why. Jared stood in the cell, covered in blood. The cell looked as if a human had exploded, and Rhyn saw a pile of bones Jared had gnawed clean then stacked neatly.
Dean felt cheated, doubly so because yesterday, a comp day off, it had rained as if St. Swithin was ticked off at the world, denying him the pleasure of biking the Pennsylvania countryside.
Harrigan woke up, as if on cue, smiling broadly at everyone.
Most of these commuters lived on the eastern perimeter, as if the extra mile or two made their daily trek somehow more acceptable.
She looked at Dean as if to ask.
I'm sorry, I keep talking as if Jeff is still alive.
She answered without pause and then spent long seconds looking down at her coffee, as if searching for words to clarify her statement.
Otherwise, it had looked as if further education was out of the question.
Chernak handed a thick folder to Dean, smiling at Mayer as if he were waiting to be introduced.
The first picture was of a young man dressed in a suit, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else.
It was beginning to look more as if Jeffrey Byrne pulled a stupid stunt after a few too many drinks in a lonely motel, leaving a widow and a teenaged son to fend for themselves.
Rita had returned and Harrigan was knee-deep in paper work, smiling as usual, but looking as if his heart wasn't in it. ita Angeltoni was the sloppiest woman Dean had ever known.
Ethel looked at him as if he'd proposed a trip to the moon, stating emphatically the only activity worthy of sweat would take place in her king size bed.
The 32-year-old detective with bright red crew cut and opened-collar sports shirt looked as if nothing short of a catastrophe would cause him a lick of concern.
Hunter stood off to one side, nodding as if to say he too had done the same thing.
The top half, which might have identified the date and the store was missing as if the slip had been torn in two.
Then, as if on cue, the phone began to ring.
It looked as if they had been waiting a long time.
He moved around to the far side of the car, as if to get out of earshot of the house.
Mrs. Lincoln hopped up, stretching her languid body and yawning, as if wondering why these two idiots were keeping such late hours.
Fred looked at Dean as if the detective was clueless.
The guy exuded confidence to the point where Dean felt as if he had just dropped a plateful of mashed potatoes in his lap while this tall, dark stranger was toasting the queen.
He looked at them as if to be congratulated.
She smiled at Fred, as if sharing their little joke.
It looks as if it won't be needed now.
She then turned to her son as if to apologize for allowing this relative stranger to kiss her.
It was as if he'd tossed out a sacrificial lamb to a flock of vultures.
She looked as if she wanted him to stay, or at least he told himself that, but he returned to his car.
It looks as if the insurance company may be willing to advance some of the life insurance money—at least enough to tide us over for a while.
She added, as if to clarify the situation, that her son Randy would be there too.
She looked at him as if he was crazy and he nodded, knowingly.
A short, balding man, who looked as if a haircut was more a social event than a necessity, rose to leave, and with a glance at the back room said, "Ol' Ralph always was a bit weird."
She looked as if she might start crying again.
The young man looked ill at ease, as if something was on his mind.
Jenny didn't look as if she believed their story but Dean was a detective so she simply took their statements and refrained from asking embarrassing questions.
Dean woke up feeling as if a truck had hit him, backed up and rolled over him a couple more times just to make sure.
Dean felt ill at ease in Cynthia Byrne's bedroom, spying on her world, seeing the small rainbow of dresses hanging in her closet, sharing space with suits and shirts looking as if they were awaiting the return of Jeffrey Byrne.
The message was signed by Arthur Atherton but it read as if written by a ten-year-old.
It was as if Dean hadn't said a damn thing.
Amid the chaos, a nurse calmly filled out forms in a methodical fashion, looking as if the second coming of Christ wouldn't ruffle her.
Arthur's social friends pawed all over one another on one side of the room, while his lawyer pals held down the other side, acting as if it were a board meeting instead of a wake.
It was as if this separation was by miles only, and not the great chasm created by the disappearance of Jeffrey Byrne.
Betty looked as if a night with Hal-the-creep might have been a better choice.
He felt a new breath, a new strength, as if he were just beginning his ride in a young and fit body.
Now that he knew the story he was as cold and precise as if he were giving out a speeding ticket to an out-of-state Caddy.
Dean could hear the smile in his voice, as if he was pleased.
Joan used the tablet as a shield, as if hiding her comment from Carmen while informing the entire room.
The shock of red hair on the top of his head was unruly, as if he had been running his fingers through it.
It wasn't as if Alex would rule her life.
Everyone thought she was being immature about this – as if there were something ridiculous about the idea of a 25-year-old virgin.
It wasn't as if she were wearing a bikini, and her only physical attributes were a flat abdomen and smooth curves – well, those and her breasts, but they were over proportioned - out of balance, so to speak.
Below, the pond glistened in the evening heat, as if winking up at her.
She drew back, wiping her mouth as if to remove the last few minutes.
He ran a hand over his face as if to wipe away the words.
It isn't as if we can hide it, you know.
A thick limb jutted up sharply, as if throwing an arm out for help.
That night as they sat at the table eating the supper she had cooked, it seemed cozy – as if they were already married.
No one was there to show her how to hold the baby, but the most natural position seemed to be as if she were breast feeding it.
Josh remained sitting in the hay, staring at her as if confused by her response.
He left the sentence hanging, as if it were too horrible to put into words.
The big oak tree leaned over the pond with outstretched arms, as if ready to capture a catfish.
Alex's voice began forceful and then lost purpose - as if he thought it wiser not to say what was on his mind.
His voice was even, as if he were having trouble staying in control of his emotions.
He held her close for a while, caressing her hair and back ... crooning to her as if she were a child.
It isn't as if the old one was so great.
For a moment Mom's face was as clear as if she were standing there, saying "waste not, want not."
It was as if she suddenly awoke from a dream.
Gripping the door handle as if she intended to jump out, she stared out the window.
In the valley below, the old house seemed to stare at her with blank eyes, as if it too was trying to avoid seeing something.
His other hand held hers as if it were a rare butterfly.
It seemed so natural - as if they had always been intimate.
She simply felt sad, as if she had lost someone forever.
It wasn't as if he hadn't given her time to correct the problem.
He shook his head, as if to clear it.
She shook her head as if to clear it of distracting thoughts.
Her face felt stiff, as if all the blood had drained from it.
The back door opened silently when she pushed on it, as if she were in a dream.
A few times he looked up at her, as if to ask what was on her mind.
The blush started, as if she had been caught doing something unladylike.
She ran to him, kissing him as if she hadn't done so an hour ago before he left to do the chores.
It wasn't as if she hadn't gone to sleep nights without him.
Carmen waited for him to decide to leave, but he stood there as if wanting to talk.
There she melted in his arms, giving herself to him as if it were the first time.
It wasn't as if there was any basis for the feeling.
He had actually talked about the baby as if it were theirs.
It wasn't as if they used it to communicate anyway.
He hesitated, as if there were more.
It was as if Alex had been gone for a long time.
Finally he took a slow breath and let it out, his shoulders drooping as if under some great load.
It was as if she lifted a load from his shoulders.
It was as if they had always been a family.
It was as if everything was coming to a head, and it couldn't have come at a worse time.
Alex was still watching her, as if he knew something she didn't.
There he sat, holding her in his arms as if she were a child.
For a few minutes he simply sat there, as if organizing what he wanted to say.
Carmen felt the shock of it as if she had been slapped.
He shook his head again, as if trying to shake himself out of a nightmare.
Looking up into his sweet chocolate gaze, feeling the stroke of his hands on her face and neck, even the quickening of pulse — it was as if they had met all over again.
The towering, muscular man who held her until she fell asleep every night and made love to her as if she was the only woman he'd ever known was no more.
Jenn approached as if in a dream, struggling to stay on her feet with the earth's shaking.
His eyes were red as if he'd been crying, and his clothing was streaked with blood.
Somehow, they lessened her pain again, as if the strange figure before her wrapped them in magic before placing them in her head.
In fact, he rarely looked her in the eye, as if she was a reminder of something he didn't want to recall.
She studied him closely, as if looking for signs of the man he'd been the last time she saw him.
The words were purred in her husky voice yet felt as if they'd been shouted.
His head throbbed and his body ached, as if he'd flung himself against the rocky wall.
He felt as if he was burning up from the inside out.
She hadn't heard or sensed him, as if he'd gone to some sort of stealth mode that silenced even his mind.
Jenn eyed him, as if suspecting he was being sarcastic.
Jonny's gaze went upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling to the second floor.
The beautiful woman in front of him rose on her tiptoes as if to kiss him.
Although older, his own name was present under Damian's, as if it had been erased during the long years of his slavery and newly added.
I will become as if I'd lived here my whole life, isn't that right?
The Black God looked around him, disoriented, as if he'd been dropped into the foyer and not Traveled there himself.
Where Sofi's magic was cold, Bianca's was cool, and the air around her shimmered as if with sunlight.
Darian moved forward as if in a dream, stopping within the shade of apple trees as he gazed at the scene before him.
She scrambled up, ever the actress, and smiled at him as if this was any other day before the Schism.
His eyes were on the two walking down the beach, his arms crossed, as if he waited for something.
The blast was short but sucked her magic and left her feeling as if her insides were on fire.
Sprawled on the ground, Jenn stared at the pillar of roaring magic that replaced the obelisk, as if a cork had been loosened from the core of the immortal world.
Darian awoke feeling as if he'd just survived a hurricane.
Darian couldn't help but pity her as well; her eyes were circled with black and puffy, as if she'd been crying recently.
Already he felt as if an age had passed since he was flung into the darkness.
He placed the unsettling book on a table and crossed the chamber, watching the book as if it might decide to walk away on its own.
The air of the chamber stilled and grew heavy, as if it meant to suffocate him.
She lifted the wooden cover before dropping her hand as if the book were hot enough to scald her.
Rissa's sharp glance found him twice, as if to ensure he continued to follow them.
The shaded forest was cool and quiet, as if all the animals and trees watched and waited.
Rissa was braced in the saddle as if expecting attackers at any moment.
Taran's jaw tightened as he took in the right side of her face, which blazed red as if struck.
He nodded as if expecting the response and seated himself at a small table near the fire.
She was not bleeding, for which she was grateful, but her body ached as if it had been flung around a stone room for hours.