The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
The battery in the lantern might be dead or the fall might have broken it.
It was best to lie down and play dead?
He was dead on when he said she was more afraid of her emotions than him.
If he hadn't come along, she'd probably be dead, and yet, he had done nothing to assist after Allen left.
In actuality, he was dead.
Officially Mr. Marsh was dead.
She screamed and jumped back before she realized the snakes were dead.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
Her gaze stopped on the dead Indian and her stomach lurched.
If he isn't blind or dead, I'm sure he's noticed.
That Martha LeBlanc is drop dead gorgeous; that's what!
Once I slept, it was the sleep of the dead and I didn't awaken until Betsy jabbed me.
"Drop dead; prick your finger, cross your heart," he added as we smiled our agreement.
While Betsy was dead serious, it remained a game in everyone else's mind except Howie.
All those folks were going about their business and now they're dead.
The LeBlanc's house is a tiny cape cod, on a dead end street in south Peabody, a Boston bedroom community.
If I thought Howie might have difficulty napping, I was dead wrong.
We knew similar situations would arise when missing children would be found dead, or actually murdered.
By the time they reached their daughter she was dead, with no one in sight.
I may be dead wrong, but I for one say, go for it.
My little passenger screamed from the back trunk at the sound of the gun shots but he was already dead.
Rupert Youngblood was found dead.
"Sounds like scads of fun," she dead panned and immediately changed the subject as she gazed out the window.
Another dead end, but at least he spared the girl.
Finally I muttered, "Is he dead?"
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
She had not been reported missing because her mother lay dead in their small rural farm house over a hundred miles away.
She's dead; murdered, and I feel terrible about it.
Then, bang, bang, he's dead.
"So Howie doesn't know you were attacked and both Bryce brothers are dead," she said as a statement, followed by a sigh.
I told Julie everything that happened, my being attacked at Howie's house and that the assailant was shot dead.
Once I entered the woods I had only dead reckoning to come out near my quarry.
If he's dead set on questioning relatives, he can do it by phone.
If I thought sermonizing would wear out Willard for my questions, I was dead wrong.
That got me wondering about Annie too; she wasn't found for some time and the papers said she wasn't dead that long.
Your friends have been dead some time, probably from when you told me they had gone into hiding.
As I understand it, the so-called visions were perpetrated with the assistance of a second person, now dead.
Saying the words resurrected the near-forgotten facts; Quinn, and Martha, both dead and gone.
Did he know Molly and Betsy were safe, or already dead?
"If I didn't love you, you'd be dead, kiri," he spoke at long last, his low, even voice terrifying Bianca.
She didn't have Jenn's drop dead, gorgeous beauty or Sofi's classic, cool beauty.
"He's not dead," he assured her.
To be reminded first by a woman who should be dead and again by a Healer of some sort … He shook out his shoulders and nudged his XO awake, not wanting to deal with the thoughts.
In a few days, he'd be dead, and food wouldn't matter.
He glared at her, unable to shake the sense that if Bianca hadn't thought smarter than him, she'd be dead.
The world was dead.
He wanted Darian dead.
If I could, you'd both be dead.
Either way, you're dead.
"I owe you one for bringing me back from the dead," he whispered into her hair.
If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.
And you'd be dead.
If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who had been in the basement.
Between her and Sofi, they'd brought Darian back from the dead.
The same part of her that recoiled at draining dead men's magic also understood one truth: she was no match for her father, if he decided to bury her with them.
His guards lay dead in the hallway before his door, and she leapt over their bodies, shoving the door to his apartments open.
Jenn trotted through the halls, hopping over dead vamps as she went.
Jenn ran through the halls, certain no vamp was about to get in her way when all of them so far were dead.
The lights were on in here, and Jonny's form lay in the center of about a hundred dead vamps.
His gaze took in the dead vamps.
Jule, can the souls of those long dead still be freed, even if they're trapped in the ground?
That he was an Original Being who had chosen to stay with Damian and a woman long since dead.
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
Confused, she paused at the back door and felt the telltale energy patterns of the newly dead.
"Alive or dead, their energy will feed you, daughter," her father said.
The ground around the monument was rich with the long dead whose souls were trapped.
She can bring people back from the dead.
You can have her over my dead body.
By the time they found out what it was, she'd probably be near dead, like stage four cancer.
Her phone began to ring again as she slid into a dead faint.
The instincts of the newly minted spy were dead on.
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.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
The dead man was getting annoying.
"This is what's interesting," he said, pointing to a trail leading from a stash house on the northeastern side of the city and dead ending in the desert.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
She wondered if the dead man in her head, Darian, felt this way when he cried.
How many humans were dead because he lacked the strength to face his instincts?
"Darian's finally dead to me," Damian said hoarsely.
Looks like it was a good idea bringing you back from the dead after all.
We're not dead, kiri.
"Maybe I am dead," he said, tracing the scars down to his feet.
Dead vamps lined the driveway.
While he looked dead, he was alive enough for his memories to reach her.
Sofia withdrew, staring at the dead body in front of her.
"I take it he's dead," Dustin said.
By the time Dusty figures out what to do, Damian will be dead.
The dead vamp's memories were fresh in her mind, and she sought the sights he'd passed.
Damian was still and silent, but he wasn't dead.
In a week, Deidre would be dead or back with Gabriel.
He led her into a large study with a huge, brown leather couch near a dead hearth.
Her skin began to flush until it was pink enough to look human rather than the sleep of the dead.
His magic comes from the souls of the dead, which are kept in the underworld.
If you weren't capable, you'd be dead.
It's not a dead issue.
I thought they'd all been dead for centuries!
Like maybe a dead guy.
Tell me you didn't find a dead guy, Martha.
Like maybe you're there when someone else finds a dead guy.
Really. A dead guy.
Are you sure it was a dead man you saw?
We tried to make the flashlight work but it was as dead as the skeleton guy.
We didn't mess around with the dead guy anymore.
'Cause I kept having dreams about the dead guy in the mine.
Our guests' dead father!
Mr. Dean here, part time detective and sheriff candidate, tracked down a hot lead on some bones—maybe a long dead villain—up at The Lucky Pup mine.
Then the line went dead.
Have you found out who the dead man is?
Dean could picture him and the old man breaking into the storage building in the dead of night.
Ralph's been dead for years and a son runs the business now.
By the time we became an item, my mother was dead and there was no reason in his mind to resurrect old ghosts.
Fitzgerald is dead meat.
"I thought about the dead guy a lot while I was gone," Martha said as soon as they reached the kitchen.
She described the skeleton as gross, with dead stuff clinging to some of the bones.
Your brother Ralph is dead.
How did you know he was dead?
But she's long dead, too.
There was no doubt that Brandon Westlake was dead.
Both men felt the old man had probably killed him, but Westlake's brief disclosure was insufficient to pursue the matter and as both men were dead, there was little incentive to do so.
"My son, dead by your hands, I believe," Wynn replied, tensing.
Only the Dark One was able to raise someone from the dead.
Immortals and death-dealers battled the remaining demons at the warehouse-sized storage facility where the demons had been gathering the human dead.
Rather than taking souls and risking a run-in with him or his dealers, the demons snatched the dead or killed whomever they wanted and brought them here, where they'd have more time for soul extraction.
"Fifty four dead demons, three hundred dead mortals," Landon reported after a few minutes.
Fifteen dead Immortals, three dead dealers.
Gabriel's attention was caught on a faint green glow on a table in the middle of the stacks of dead bodies.
He lifted a small soul-tracking device off the table, a round compass whose edges were lined with symbols from a dead language too old for him to read.
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.
His duty was beyond question the most important there was: protecting the souls of the dead mortals and dead-dead Immortals.
Gabriel left for the Caribbean Sanctuary, where the book possessed by a long dead Oracle was busy scribbling notes about the Present.
One he'd seen before – that of past-Death and past-Dark One agreeing on a deal that resulted in raising Wynn from the dead.
He went after Sasha when Sasha hurt his daughter and didn't stop raiding the Immortals until Sasha was dead.
Four demons lay dead in the living room of his house, while the Immortal had dragged himself into the garage.
It's good not to be dead.
There was a good chance that human-Deidre was dead by now anyway.
"Maybe you prefer her dead," he continued.
I'm not … dead.
He wanted the dealer scared but not dead, and right now, he didn't think he'd be able to handle a traitor without ripping off his head.
She did remember bringing him back from the dead ten years before in order to help her with her plan and how cold he'd been to her then.
They found the bull close to the spring, dead and partially consumed, his horns still entangled in brush.
A whiff of something dead assailed her nostrils, causing her stomach to turn.
I thought his father was dead.
My father is dead.
Why was it that anything dead was dead meat to a man?
Are you saying he's the dead weight and not me?
Perhaps I'm the dead weight in this relationship.
I can't figure out how they're tracking the dead.
Harmony bent and lifted the dead man in a fireman's carry.
These were of demons gathering the souls of dead mortals while death-dealers missed the lives meant to be ended.
We're missing souls and fighting off demons to get to the dead.
He'd never been so thrilled to see a dead man as he was that moment.
It was not just any dead man, but the right one.
Logan Myers had been dead for a couple of days at least.
"At least they didn't eat you," Gabe consoled the dead man quietly.
His gaze went back to the dead man Rhyn wanted him to find.
She'd be dead soon anyway.
"Because I'm not dead yet," she said.
It was entirely her fault Logan was dead.
"Logan?" she whispered, shocked to see the man she'd thought was dead standing in front of her.
I thought you were dead!
Either she was dead and didn't know it, or she was close enough to take matters into her own hands.
For the second time in one day, she saw the dead body of her boyfriend.
Either I'm already dead, and nothing happens.
Or, I'm alive and about to be dead.
This felt too real for her to be dead.
He was unconscious – or dead? – while she stood on a beach near blue-green depths so clear, she could see the white sand at the bottom of the water.
She had to be dead.
Am I dead or not?
"If you didn't bring them here either half-eaten by demons or thinking they're dead, they wouldn't need alcohol," Daniela snapped.
"No, you're not dead," Daniela answered with a sharp look at Rhyn.
The dead demons were gone, but someone was waiting for him.
"With the Ancient Andre dead, they won't be able to find you in time," Darkyn replied.
Unless I'm dead in three months.
"He'd been dead for at least two days, then, long enough for rigor to set in and the body to start releasing gases," Wynn said.
But if he hadn't killed Logan that night, what was he doing hanging around a dead body?
Making love to her, wanting her dead, saving her life, walking away.
It's my fault Logan is dead!
If she believed Wynn dead, Gabe had time.
Hopefully, I'm dead in three months.
"I guess we're both lucky I'll be dead soon," she returned.
Dead women didn't need cash.
There's no room for failure, not when the souls of the dead depend on you.
Or going back to the one with the dead body in the tub.
They'd been struggling to beat the demons to the souls, and Gabe stood over the dead demons, furious.
"Come on out," he told the soul, kneeling over the body of a dead human.
The three eldest sons on the Council were dead.
While the dead man hadn't known who the handler was, he'd suspected it was another death-dealer.
Like she was dead.
Wynn's not dead, is he?
I didn't just want you dead.
The dead aren't going anywhere.
At this rate, I'll be dead long before you succeed.
She wished she had a moment to talk to Gabriel, the deity charged with protecting the dead, to make sure she wasn't doing something wrong.
He strode through more corridors than she was able to count, down several flights of stairs and finally to a short, dead end hallway with a ceiling that towered ten stories above.
She'd spent several hours in his office talking to a dead man?
She'd been seen by a doctor who'd been dead twenty years, was babysitting a four-hundred-thousand-year-old angel, and the grim reaper spent the night on her couch.
"Let me guess, you work for a dead doctor," she said, crossing her arms.
Technically, I am a dead doctor.
And that he was once a dead doctor.
No more dead doctors, no more kidnappings, no more blood draws, nothing!
She didn't want to be dead, and she definitely needed more whiskey.
If they wanted her dead, she'd given them the best target imaginable.
Shouldn't I be dead already if I'm in Hell?
No good to me dead.
Only good to me dead.
Humans don't come here unless they're dead, and even then, only a couple make it onto our supermax zoo.
She's better off dead.
It landed dead center in the hall, out of everyone's reach.
You should be used to it, or you wouldn't wear your dead master's mark.
He's not dead, she replied.
She followed him, praying he knew the town better than her, until they ran into a dead end.
He was unaffected, batting the dead creatures away like flies.
Not if you're already dead or immortal.
Some of the tattoos of the dead still glowed, the eerie red tribal patterns punctuating the landscape.
Three forms with glowing tattoos were moving slowly toward the road, stopping to sift through the dead bodies.
Granted, he wasn't exactly himself at the time, near dead, starved, weak.
Unlikely, since he only gets one, unless he planned on dying dead soon.
She assumed…she hoped…all of the dead were bad guys.
Cafeteria's on this level, too, all the way down at the dead end.
He never expected his long dead parents to respond but waited anyway.
Her bed looked as if a flock of geese had combusted over it, and she counted at least ten dead pillows.
"And a trail of dead bodies you.ll never make up for," Kris replied.
While feeling vindicated that Kris might already be dead, he couldn.t help the growing guilt at hurting so many other Immortals.
He was mostly dead when we fished him out of the bay.
Our own father wanted him dead.
She couldn.t imagine what he.d been through: thrown out at such an age with a father who wanted him dead and brothers who hated him.
Rhyn finished his task of clearing Kris.s floor of dead bodies.
He stopped to lean against a tree to rest, unable to shake his own surprise at discovering Sasha wasn.t dead.
He wanted her dead, but he couldn.t risk Darkyn.s anger before he had it.
Her tears rose at the sight of both creatures, one who wanted to drag her to Hell and the other who wanted her dead.
"I.m not dead yet," he said, amused and touched by her tears.
"She.s dead," Rhyn whispered.
But I.m still dead, aren.t I?
She held the hand of the man before her, walking on a dead planet of nothing but rocky hills, dried streams, and cracked earth.
She was going home, not staying on some dead planet with some hunky stranger!
The translator was dead and picked up none of the men's terse discussion.
It was as she neared a dead end that she saw the single door with two access pads, the only door with additional security in the wing.
His people were decimated, his planet virtually dead.
"You're cursed," Kiera said with a frown, thoughts on the dead planet from her vision.
It was a good, perfect little life, so much more than she ever expected, with the exception that her best friend in the universe-- Kiera-- might as well have been dead to her as far as Romas and his clan were concerned.
She found herself sketching him as she'd seen him in the vision from what felt like years ago when they walked hand-in-hand on the dead planet.
Her look of soul-deep sorrow touched him, and he recalled what he felt as a youth to find his father and mother dead and his family hunted and forced out of their own home.
He wanted her dead.
She swallowed a sob as she realized just how badly someone wanted her dead.
She'd thought the planet completely dead, but there was a bright patch of green grass beneath her and the pod.
She hadn't been able to face the possibility he might not want her or worse-- he was dead.
But he if thought her dead, and he was taking revenge on Qatwal, then some part of him must've cared!
My nishani is dead!
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