He looked tall and lean in a dark suit.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age.
Farther back beyond the dark trees a roof glittered with dew, to the right was a leafy tree with brilliantly white trunk and branches, and above it shone the moon, nearly at its full, in a pale, almost starless, spring sky.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
He raised the dark brow further, blue eyes twinkling with humor.
It was dark in there.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
A strange feeling agitated me all the time I was alone with him in the dark chamber.
She couldn't see his facial expression in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was teasing her or not.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
"Eureka sees better in the dark than we can," whispered Dorothy.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
It was dark, shiny, thick and long.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
In the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness.
Just when things look dark, well, they actually get worse.
I might meet some tall, dark, handsome man on the way, and you'd chase him off.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
We've been in the dark quite a while, and you may as well explain what has happened.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
It was a warm, dark, autumn night.
Listen, and I will tell you of the famous dark day in Connecticut.
He raised a dark brow.
It ran into a narrow cleft which he had not seen before, and then through a long, dark passage which was barely large enough for a man's body.
"Granddad" himself, as Malasha in her own mind called Kutuzov, sat apart in a dark corner behind the oven.
He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
Their kisses were usually shared after dark, but as the season progressed, that was getting later in the evening.
Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes.
Dark eyes studied her intently.
It was very dark there, and he could not see anything.
He was a nice enough guy - tall, dark and handsome.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
They scarcely noticed the sidesaddle; they noticed only the boy's dark eyes and his strong, noble face.
His dark eyes reflected the disapproval in his tone.
One dark night James Hogg was on the hilltop with a flock of seven hundred lambs.
It was still quite dark outside.
One was tall and thin, the other dark, shaggy, and sinewy, with a flat nose.
(The boy was afraid of the dark and they could not cure him of it.)
The dark interior set off caution bells again.
His face was clean shaven, but his dark curly hair was thick and unruly.
The left side of the forest was dark in the shade, the right side glittered in the sunlight, wet and shiny and scarcely swayed by the breeze.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
To her surprise, color began to invade his dark features.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
Steakhouse offers a quaint art-deco setting, decorated with dark hardwood furniture, comfy leather chairs and a touch of brass accents.
A touch of humor lurked in Señor Medena's dark eyes, but he continued as if he didn't notice.
Her dark eyes fixed on Carmen, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.
I dreamed that I was walking in the dark and was suddenly surrounded by dogs, but I went on undismayed.
It was already dark, and Pierre could not make out whether the expression of Prince Andrew's face was angry or tender.
The sick soldier, Sokolov, pale and thin with dark shadows round his eyes, alone sat in his place barefoot and not dressed.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
"It's lucky we got here, though," said the boy; and Jim thought of the dark cave, and agreed with him.
It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm.
The night was dark and damp, a scarcely perceptible moisture was descending from above.
In the dark Petya recognized his own horse, which he called "Karabakh" though it was of Ukranian breed, and went up to it.
The stars, as if knowing that no one was looking at them, began to disport themselves in the dark sky: now flaring up, now vanishing, now trembling, they were busy whispering something gladsome and mysterious to one another.
A long train whistle sounded several times, adding to the dark mood of the evening.
Dark bushy brows drew together over flashing blue eyes.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
She swung around to find Giddon watching Allen, his expression dark and brooding.
Those eyes were dark now, mostly because the pupils were large.
She woke with a sob, and then cried until the dark mood retreated.
Mom always used to want everyone home before dark – as though anything was out there at night that wasn't there during the day.
The few freckles she had were magnified, but the dark circles under her eyes were a surprise.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
The voice on the telephone had belonged to a middle-aged woman dressed modestly in a dark suit.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
We would have taken any way rather than this; but it was late and growing dark, and the trestle was a short cut home.
It was dark, and had a dirt floor for the most part, dank, clammy, and aguish, only here a board and there a board which would not bear removal.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
Rostov and the assistant went into the dark corridor.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
He was such a delightful old man, and it was so dark in the forest... and he had such kind...
It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden-tinted light and long dark shadows.
He could see the clear starry sky between the dark roofs of two penthouses.
It was eleven by the clock, but it seemed peculiarly dark out of doors.
It was an autumn night with dark purple clouds, but no rain.
Near by could be seen the familiar ruins of a half-burned mansion occupied by the French, with lilac bushes still showing dark green beside the fence.
Dismounting at a cottage on whose wattle fence hung a signboard, GENERAL STAFF, and throwing down his reins, he entered a dark passage.
The big dark blotch might really be the watchman's hut or it might be a cavern leading to the very depths of the earth.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
It was nearly dark and she was a good fifty miles from home.
An unidentifiable expression lurked in his dark features as he nodded.
Jim hastened his lagging steps at this assurance of a quick relief from the dark passage.
Her pupils were large, making her eyes look dark.
When she woke again, the room was dark.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
Eureka was a dark Appaloosa with dark spots on white loins, quarters and croup.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
Thick dark lashes and a deep tan intensified the blue of his eyes, and his freshly shaven face had attractive angles.
Her hair sparkled in the sunlight against the dark tan of his hand.
He was a tall dark figure in the night, as he stood looking down at her.
It was too dark to see his expression, but it was obvious he was watching her.
With that dark thought, she excused herself and went to her room.
To her right was a blackberry thicket laden with berries – mostly red, but some dark.
She was searching through her house for some unidentified object when a shadow emerged from the dark.
In her words, "Go now so you can be back before dark."
What do you two think you're doing out here in the dark?
His dark eyes twinkled.
He lifted one dark brow quizzically.
She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.
She misjudged the distance in the dark and landed on Bordeaux's foot.
It was dark and cold.
Even if it hadn't been dark, visibility would have been less than a few feet.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark.
The girl flirted with him under long dark lashes.
By the time we were finished it was dark and the sand was blowing so bad we might have got lost, so we stayed in the cave until it let up.
Tammy's dark eyes were serious.
Her gaze tried to outrun the headlights and then followed the broken line on the highway as it leaped from the dark and shot forward, disappearing under the truck.
As she descended the long stairway again, her palm caressed the smooth dark wood of the banisters.
This place is dark enough as it is.
Sometimes. Anyway, it's the paneling that makes the room so dark, not the curtains over the windows.
If you use the right colors, and brighten the walls with a few large pictures, or some mirrors, it wouldn't be so dark.
Maybe I can get back before dark.
I needed some things anyway and I don't mind driving in the dark.
Dark splotches hindered her vision and she paused, planting a hand firmly on the counter for support.
In the distance they were dark and threatening.
A dark form hunkered before the fire, feeding small twigs to the flames.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
His eyes were dark and distressed.
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Two blocks away we found a dark spot that catered to happy hour regulars.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
He waited in the dark nearly twenty minutes before hearing an automobile approach.
It was pitch dark and rainy.
He reached a dark van and left, without lights before Howie could make out a plate number.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
If we could convince him to give you free rein to helping us with him remaining totally in the dark, we'd both have what we want.
I'll locate your house and your bedroom and snatch you away in the dark of night.
But sorry, they were as in the dark as the man on the street as to source or circumstance.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
Would he surmise you're as limited by the dark as the rest of us earthlings?
It's unfair to keep them in the dark on this matter.
My dark suit is back there in Keene.
It was a dark moonless night and I was too far from town for streetlights.
I must have fallen back to sleep because when I opened my eyes again, the room was nearly dark.
The place was dark and empty.
I burned my fingers because it was dark.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
Grasso no longer hid the knife he carried in his right hand as they moved nearly out of range to a dark, windowless van.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
Grasso bought a dark blue van on the Internet and the guy delivered it here.
The neighbor we woke up says he's been around and he drives a dark blue van.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
He didn't come back, even when it got dark and it was time for them to go inside.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
His eyes seemed to swirl, around and around, changing from the color of her mother's tulips to a color almost as dark as the night.
The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.
He shoved open a door to the dark night and carried her to an awaiting car.
The clock blazed 3:30 in his otherwise dark condo.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
Dusty chuckled, glad for the distraction from his dark thoughts.
There was right and wrong, good and evil, and every human but the woman before him had fallen for some temptation of the dark side.
After millennia dealing with the dark side of humanity, he didn't think there was anyone else pure left.
He'd changed into a sweater and dark jeans and gazed down at her, disapproval in his hard features.
Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh.
She still looked fatigued, with dark circles under her eyes and skin pale beneath the caramel.
Clad in the dark blue uniform of the police, Travis gave a nod of recognition as he passed him.
She shook away the dark thoughts.
He looked at the slight Natural with dark hair and eyes who happened to have a doctorate in every type of science he could name.
His eyes were dark and warm like Bianca's, his frame just over six feet and still lanky, though he showed signs of starting to fill out.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, but the skies were dark grey.
Bianca focused on it and channeled her healing energy towards the dark pain.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
Though his eyes were still dark, the devil appeared calm.
We did it all the time in the Dark Ages.
The dark sky stretched far overhead, no sign of morning yet visible.
She was pale beneath her warm color with dark circles beneath her eyes.
They stared towards a hallway too dark for her to see into.
"No, Jonny, I-- " He pulled her towards the dark hallway, staying close to the walls.
The dark mist slid to the floor and crept towards them.
She squinted towards the blazing buildings to see a dark figure half-trotting, half-limping towards them.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
Jonny looked healthy and rested, his dark eyes swirling, his clothing dry and neat despite the storm.
He looked over his shoulder again at the dark landscape behind him.
Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms.
Instead of ducking into the ladies' room, she pushed through the back entrance, which emptied out into a dark, rainy alley.
Her eyes went to his dark, steady gaze.
She met his gaze again, caught in the dark eyes that seemed both warm and wary.
His eyes glowed eerily in the dark kitchen.
His overcoat was slung over one arm, and he wore a wool suit over a dark turtleneck.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
Sofi says his path is dark.
I can't help feeling bad for him, Darian said, his gaze growing dark and distant.
A torn look crossed her features before she whirled and disappeared into the dark garage.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
His gaze drew distant, as if he were remembering something dark.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
Dusty slammed the door behind him and entered the living room, his sharp gaze taking in every dark corner before he sat.
The unidentified male was seven feet tall, dark hair, with eyes that glowed like a vamp's.
The hallways were quiet and vacant, and she followed Jonny into the dark night.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
His dark gaze was steady, his body rippling with the power she couldn't quite pin down.
A shapely woman with curly dark brown hair leaned against the railing of a paddock between the house and a large outer building.
Claustrophobic in the dark cave that had become her home, she grabbed her coat and purse and set out into the cold, brisk evening.
His dark eyes open and staring.
A drunk man staggered from a dark blue BMW.
Her eyes were fully silver, swirling and glowing in the dark bathroom.
The dark monster sat in a dark corner of her mind and sobbed so loud, she thought them real.
The drug wore off, leaving her in a dark fog, hot and sweating with a different kind of headache, the kind she got after taking a lot of Dr. Mallard's drugs.
The room was dark aside from curtains opened to allow the moon to shine through.
He touched her arm to pull her free, and she jerked as dark visions crossed her thoughts.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
Rainy, a brooding Guardian with striking green eyes and a shock of dark hair, was his youngest station chief at a youthful two thousand years old.
If there's one thing that drives Dustin crazy, it's being kept in the dark.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
Jake led him into a dark wine cellar, and they paused to reload.
It was dark outside.
Was this during your dark period?
"I will never make you beg or deny you what you need," he said, gaze dark.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
His thoughts turned dark.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
"Traci found several of the vamps' stash houses here in Tucson," Rainy said, motioning them to follow him into a small, dark study humming with electronics.
Inside was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen in a mysterious shade of dark blue sprinkled with silver sequins.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
Would she spend eternity like this, doomed to knowing only the dark secrets of those around her?
He sensed the visions in her head, not surprised to see his own black memories playing on the screens on the back of her eyelids along with a dark nightmare of a man in a corner crying.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
He sat in the dark corner of her mind, still and silent.
He's been after bad guys for thousands of years, and he's never gone to the Dark Side or quit or anything.
Dark had fallen an hour before.
He'd known love and trust only in the earliest stage of his life, when he had a family before he entered the dark age of his people.
Every year you bitch about it, he said, enjoying the distraction from his dark thoughts.
Damian gazed at the dark landscape.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
The desert night was cold and dark.
The sky was dark, the stars plentiful and bright.
She saw glimpses of his shared history with Damian and Dustin and of a time before meeting them that was too dark for her to see clearly.
Jule nodded, a dark look crossing his features.
It was dark before they returned to the mansion.
She'd seen the dark side of Dusty in his home videos in the library before she told Damian about Claire.
If there was a way to make him see what was in her head … to make him remember … she focused on Damian's memories, the ones before the dark age, when he and his brother were happy.
Two continued walking, finding a narrow path in the dark and starting down it.
A dark shape moved from the rocks while three more fanned out from the sides.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
I don't know how she reached him inside that dark maze, Damian said with a shake of his head.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
"Welcome to your new home, love," the Dark One said a moment before his teeth sank into her neck.
She hadn't seen her new mate, Darkyn – the Dark One – since he drank his fill of her hours before and left.
The large bed was set in a similar stone bed frame and covered with dark coverings.
The Dark One's never had a mate.
But … there has only been one other Dark One before Darkyn.
Your deal holds the power of the Dark One to enforce the debt, since you are his.
The Dark One likes to control those close to him.
That he'd beat out the original Dark One in a deal did not bode well for her.
Just under six feet tall, wide-shouldered and lean, Darkyn's youthful appearance was framed by short, dark hair.
The Dark One felt like a man.
You turn down a chance to kill the Dark One?
The world around her was dark around its edges.
Deidre stopped fighting her body's cry for sleep and fell into a deep, dark slumber.
The Dark One was going to turn her Immortal.
The scars the Dark One created when he turned her Immortal were more faded today than yesterday.
She'd lost something when the Dark One turned her.
She hadn't heard him enter but doubted the Dark One used doors.
And only the Dark One.
Darkyn's dark eyes glowed.
You see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
"And you said …" "You're the mate of the Dark One.
Was that how he became the Dark One?
He out-dealt the other Dark One?
You said something similar two days ago, before I became the mate of the Dark One.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was drawn.
He was on the Council until shortly after I died-dead, after which he betrayed the Immortals to work for the Dark One, Darkyn's predecessor.
I guess the time this all happened was when Darkyn took on the Dark One.
Deidre didn't think it was a good sign that she cheered on the Dark One.
I'm not the mate of the Dark One.
Did you say Darkyn is the Dark One?
One, he's letting me know he's the Dark One.
For someone like him … he never even bowed down to the Dark One.
She saw the same woman here as she did in Hell: sultry and sweet, beautiful of face with a body enhanced by the dark dress.
Distraught, she was also clearly the mate of the Dark One.
A reason why she was the only light in a very dark place.
To blunt the bloodlust of the Dark One?
An eternity in Hell at the side of the Dark One.
Darkyn's dark gaze was on her, not the dealer.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
His dark eyes swept over her, lingering at her neck, where her wound had healed with Darkyn's power.
"By letting them attack you, Harmony made a personal affront to the Dark One," Gabriel explained.
I imagine an eternity of punishment as only the Dark One can devise.
"We're done here," the Dark One said to Gabriel.
He planted a hand on either side of her, dark eyes piercing.
The man in whose arms she lay was not only her husband by Immortal and demon laws but the Dark One who turned her into a demon.
You did what no one else has ever done and convinced the Dark One to stop slaughtering innocents.
No, she didn't trust the Dark One, but she doubted he'd cover up what he was.
Selyn appeared confused at the sight of them, her dark eyes unfocused.
The Dark One is the most powerful, and he grows more so, as the population of the worlds increase.
There have been two deities in the position of the Dark One, rendering him one of the oldest.
She watched the battle with the Dark One – the one Darkyn lost – and saw him banished to the bowels of Hell.
He fought his way from a lowly demon to the position of Demon Lord and finally defeated the Dark One.
Any contender for the Dark One position was slaughtered by Darkyn personally.
He says the mate of the Dark One can do whatever she wants.
She waited thousands of years and worked with both Dark Ones to make it happen.
Only someone as sweet as you would say that about the Dark One.
"What reason is there behind falling for a woman and watching her get shipped off to live with the Dark One?" he asked bitterly.
Your deal is sealed by the Dark One.
The Dark One's low growl made Deidre blink.
She crossed the short distance to her mate and paused in front of him, breathing in his dark scent.
The Dark One nipped her.
She gazed up into his dark eyes.
Darkyn did not slay the Dark One.
He was neither ancient nor ugly, with familiar dark eyes and hair and roughly hewn features.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
His dark gaze was steady, cunning.
Was the Dark One laughing at her right now?
"If I can win over the Dark One, you can win over Death," she added.
She went, meeting his dark gaze.
His dark gaze gleamed.
I'm trying to figure out how I can want to be with him but not stomach what he does as the Dark One.
Selyn peeked out from the two inches she'd opened the door, her dark eyes identical to her father's.
Simple. Because of Darkyn's bitch, I've got a price on my head from the Dark One.
"Or you can risk an eternity with the Dark One personally overseeing your day-to-day … activities," Deidre seconded.
"It's no different than being in a dark cellar," she said.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
A cold shiver went down his spine just thinking about it; a primal fear of dark and dank places.
Yeah. I guess we went in—a little way— but it wasn't so bad until the flashlight started dimming and I got scared we wouldn't find our way out in the dark.
But in the dark, just feeling around for 'em—the stones I'd left—I was scared we might mess up and make a wrong turn.
If I do, all I can picture is her trapped in some dark hole!
Cynthia eventually bowed to Martha's sobs and crept into her room, spending most of the dark hours holding the grieving child.
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.
Dean felt satisfaction that his wife's dark mood had improved, but Martha's departure remained on her mind.
If this here skull wasn't broken, maybe someone would think it was the real McCoy—at least in the dark or from a distance.
The very thought of crawling into a dark hole in the ground caused shivers of ice on the back of his neck.
It's practically still dark out there, Dean answered.
You're going to be in the dark all day.
You're gonna keep me in the dark?
You're keeping me in the dark.
I can be up and back before dark.
He glanced at his watch and realized it would be dark before he reached Ouray.
The night was moonless and the dark covered them like a cloak the deeper they descended into the blackness of the gorge.
Fred looked down at the table, pretending it wasn't his turn, as he wrapped a chicken leg in a piece of dark bread.
It was dark as he peddled, headlamp on, down the side streets of the now-quiet town and out the back road the short distance to Lydia's place.
He ended up stiffing us—left in the dark of night.
The old man was still dressed in a dark suit after attending the funeral.
He split us up, in the dark, until we were so scared we'd do anything to get out of there.
Raised by the Dark One, the only other deity capable of reviving a dead-dead soul.
Short, dark hair framed a face with plain features that showed the signs of a lifetime of battle.
He listened, though, curious what kind of deal human-Deidre had made with the only goddess to ever outsmart the Dark One and Immortal Laws.
Only the Dark One was able to raise someone from the dead.
Knowing the most powerful creature – one the Dark One himself exiled at one point for his ruthlessness – had taken over Hell was another matter entirely.
You're the Dark One.
The creature that refused to bow down to the Dark One was not going to allow itself to become blood-dependent upon a mate of human origin.
"Not enough for me to consider a deal," Wynn said, aware of where the Dark One was headed.
He didn't feel the Dark One in his mind, but he was there, reading his weaknesses.
The strongest memory in human-Deidre's mind: the moment she realized she'd made a deal with the Dark One, when his fangs had pierced her body.
The thought of human-Deidre in the hands of the Dark One made her feel something … unpleasant.
Telling him that she'd mated off human-Deidre to the Dark One would make Gabriel hate her.
He crossed his arms, dark gaze hard, towering in the bedroom that suddenly felt too small for her.
My mate trusts the Dark One over me to help her.
The extent of the Dark One's powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone's ability to know.
The Dark One that ruled Hell since the time-before-time had fallen to a ruthless demon lord whose goal had long been to take over the mortal realm.
An understanding was not worth acknowledging and definitely not binding to the new Dark One.
The thought of the Dark One reminded Gabriel that he lost three death-dealers to him in the course of a week, not to mention the deal Deidre made.
It was past dark, and she was dozing on the couch.
Deidre made a deal with the Dark One, one good enough to bring her soul back from the dead, combine the two Deidres, cure the tumor of one and release the final product from Hell.
Show me the deals past-Death and my mate made with the Dark One within the past year.
The Dark One is the only deity without a predestined mate.
When the Dark One seeks you out for a deal, you'd be a fool to say no.
A secret this size – where the Dark One takes a mate – is not going to stay secret long.
His dark eyes went from her to Cora, and he lifted his chin in silent command to dismiss the death dealer.
Would he really accept her once she told him she sacrificed an innocent human to the Dark One?
The mating laws from the time-before-time were absolute, but what if Darkyn and Gabriel made their own private deal to return the human Gabriel loved and abandon past-Death to the hands of the Dark One?
He didn't think he could do much worse, but the fact the Dark One held the key to something he might need to know was not promising.
He didn't give her the reassurance she sought about whether or not they had a real future together, and she brokered a deal with the Dark One in a desperate attempt to ensure she had a chance with Gabriel.
They were caught in an impossible position: stay loyal to Gabriel and maybe never see the underworld again or deal with the Dark One to return home.
Gabriel could move forward, try to win over the woman who seemed much more interested in him than she had a few days ago, before her deal with the Dark One.
"Darkyn," he summoned the Dark One, determined to uncover what he could.
What was so important that the Dark One ignored a summons?
His dark hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck.
Gabriel asked, unaware of the Dark One doing anyone favors for free.
Whatever deal the Dark One made, the result was clear.
He'd cave to Andre's advice and double-check with Darkyn about whether or not his mate owed the Dark One anything – formally or informally.
The room was dark, aside from the glowing souls visible through the balcony doors.
I know you have a secret and made deals with the Dark One.
Gabriel almost stopped mid-step, having forgotten he contacted the Dark One yesterday.
He also wasn't going to let the Dark One hurt or threaten or even talk to his mate ever again.
Meeting the Dark One so close to the fortress, then, was not an option.
On a mission to ensure there was a clean slate between his mate and Darkyn, Gabriel waited in the middle of Deidre's old apartment for the Dark One to arrive.
He reminded himself why he chose this place: it was where Darkyn met him originally, before the Dark One had brokered a deal with Gabriel's mate.
"What brings Death to my door?" the Dark One asked, emerging from the hallway leading to the master bedroom.
Today, he seemed … calm, if the ruthless Dark One could be called that.
Hell is aware I have ascended to the position of the Dark One.
Darkyn focused his dark, soulless gaze on him for the first time since arriving.
"Relationship advice from the Dark One," Gabriel said dryly.
Death and the Dark One stared at each other, assessing one another.
Standing before the Dark One, he grew more unsettled.
"Yeah, they seem to," Gabriel agreed, unwilling to let the Dark One see he was thinking the same thing.
Gabriel was ready to challenge the Dark One when Landon and the demon reappeared.
Gabriel waited, sensing the Dark One wasn't finished.
Deidre glanced at Darkyn in puzzlement, and Gabriel realized she didn't yet understand the depth of the Dark One's obligation to her.
"For once, I agree with Darkyn," Gabriel said, staring at the Dark One with no small amount of surprise.
The Dark One lifted his chin in subtle command.
The Dark One's touch calmed her air instantly.
"We're done here," the Dark One said smoothly.
He told her that she was destined to be the mate of the Dark One.
In desperation, the goddess made a series of deals with the former Dark One, Fate, Darkyn and others to alter the series of events that might see her with anyone but Gabriel.
Gabriel suspected the Dark One wasn't going to let his little human out of Hell, especially not to see her former mate.
He saw the massive scarring that could come from no other than the Dark One, probably when he turned her.
He wanted to condemn the horrible things past-Death had done that resulted in an innocent human being thrown to the Dark One.
She accepted her fate with the Dark One.
He trusted the human, but dared he trust the mate of the Dark One?
His only hope was that Deidre didn't share what he revealed to her with the Dark One, who would do whatever it took to beat Gabe to his soul.
It was also a warning, one Gabriel understood innately, that Deidre belonged to the Dark One.
Her sleep was fitful, and he walked to the bed, standing beside it in the dark.
The Dark One had let it go once as part of a deal.
Never mind both women had not only betrayed his trust to make deals with Darkyn, but would soon both have their souls owned by the Dark One.
The Dark One's mate rolled her eyes.
There were no signs of violence on the mate of the Dark One.
The Dark One's mate took on a husky note that made her flush.
"If I can win over the Dark One, you can win over Death," said the mate of Darkyn.
The Dark One's mate appeared uncertain once more.
Tall with dark skin and glowing turquoise eyes, he most closely resembled Andre of any of his sons.
A teenage girl with a scarred face framed by short dark hair and tiny fangs marking her as a demoness trailed her.
"Or you can risk an eternity with the Dark One personally overseeing your day-to-day … activities," Darkyn's mate seconded.
He heard two of the Immortals shouting from down a nearby hall and saw the dark figure duck into a doorway.
He pushed the door to a dark room open, using his senses to key in on where the person was.
Her eyes were dark, her pixie-cut messy.
Both demon lord and half-demon were bristling with power, the Dark One's growl audible long before Gabriel reached them.
Now, the Dark One snarled.
Dark power surged around him.
The Dark One faced him.
The Dark One approached him.
The Dark One's fathomless eyes were colder than a winter night, and Gabriel wasn't about to back down this time.
As soon as the Dark One's gaze fell to her, she dropped into a deep curtsy.
With little gentleness, the Dark One took her neck when she was close enough.
If the Dark One can't feed, he's going to massacre everyone in his path.
The Dark One could drain a village in two days.
A slender lady dressed in an expensive looking dark suit swung out of the car and stood, slowly shutting the door.
One dark brow lifted in silent query.
Delicious dark chocolate eyes twinkled with mirth.
His dark gaze searched hers.
His jaws worked and his eyes were so dark they were like two coals in a burning face.
The dark eyes implored her, possibly searching for some kind of assurance that he wasn't going to die.
Still, she needed to be careful doing the chores – especially after dark.
From that point on, she made sure the chores outside were done before dark, and was always aware of things around her that could be used as weapons.
His mother had dark hair and eyes...
His eyes were dark with emotion as he dived into the bed with her.
For a moment she stared at the dark form of his back.
The old house with its dark blank windows was eerie.
Something big and dark was moving across the field.
She thought about telling Alex, but he was in no mood to hear about ghosts in the dark.
His dark eyes held a glint of humor.
The papery hospital gown was rough beneath her palms, the dark room too cold.
The cafeteria where she led him looked medieval at best, a stone hall with lines of crude picnic tables and dark hearths.
He flat out refused to go out after dark last night.
The beach ahead of her was open and dark.
His features were partially illuminated by the moonlight: a chiseled jaw and cheekbones, dark eyes and neatly trimmed, dark hair.
The stranger's dark form came into her peripheral.
He was handsome, with olive skin and eyes that looked as dark as the ocean.
Something about him made her feel comfortable, or she wouldn't be sitting alone with a man dressed like the angel of death on the beach after dark, revealing secrets she didn't tell her boyfriend of two years.
His dark eyes were fathomless in the moonlight.
Death lets you see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
Her time was too short to turn away a tall, dark, handsome, intriguing, dangerous stranger she met on the beach in the moonlight who smelled good.
He smelled like dark chocolate, spices and man, a combination that ensnared her senses and made her want to taste him.
She was lost in a haze of heat and dark spices, of his hot kisses and solid strength, until his touch left her.
Moonlight streamed through one window while the rest of the house was dark.
The forest outside his windows grew dark, and he forced himself to his feet.
It was past dark, and she'd come to his cabin most nights for the past two months.
His skin was dark, his eyes turquoise, as their father's had been.
She wasn't going to be on the beach when dark fell, in case Gabriel came back.
It was dark by the time the cab dropped her off in front of the high rise where she shared an apartment with Logan.
The man in her bedroom was kind of creepy: tall and lean with blond hair and eyes so dark, she couldn't see his pupils.
The blond man's smile was slow, predatory, his teeth sharpened into points and his dark gaze piercing.
"Gabriel," she whispered, looking up from his chest to his dark eyes.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
Her body roared to life at the scent of his dark spices while she fought the urge to break down into hysterics.
The flutter of a black trench coat blended with the dark sky as Gabriel twisted them in midair, so he'd hit back first, with her protected in his arms.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
The kitchens were dark.
Terrified Gabriel was coming to kill her, she sought a place to hide, finally settling on a small, dark space under a counter.
Darkyn, the demon lord charged with heading the Dark One's armies of demons, emerged from a dark hallway.
His pointed teeth rested on his lower lip, his dark eyes displaying the intelligence of a being that existed from the time-before-time.
The Dark One, Darkyn, remained long after Gabriel left.
The death-dealer on the Dark One's payroll appeared immediately at the summons.
Darkyn chuckled, a low, dark sound.
She walked into the dark dining area to see a few others already present: two of the nuns and two normal looking people.
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