Father will buy me a lovely new watch.
His father had connections... in Columbia?
My father works in the field, and I take care of the sheep.
His father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been shepherds.
It makes Father crazy.
Daniel and his father would ride there on horseback.
Alex was cordial to his father and formal to his sister.
Write to her and let me know how her father looks at the matter.
When Benjamin's father came home, his mother showed him the picture.
Your father expects it.
He scowled at his father and rode up beside Carmen.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Alex is a lot like his father in some ways.
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
Mother and father and their friends have gone to see a huge furnace.
If your father is American and your mother Chinese, you will have a different understanding of differences between those countries, and, on balance, will be less amenable to war between those nations.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
And the father was a poor man.
His father and mother were Quakers, and they did not think it was right to spend money for such things.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
"No, Father," she replied in a frightened voice.
Behold all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die.
"I have been so excited since father said you were coming!" she said to Alex, but her eyes included Carmen.
Helen has learned to tell the time at last, and her father is going to give her a watch for Christmas.
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
And then we come to Greece, the home of Hippocrates, the "Father of Modern Medicine," who left us not just the oath that bears his name but also a corpus of roughly sixty medical texts based on his teaching.
He does not like the way father treats us - financially.
She would have thought Dulce adored her father, but obviously not.
Father will not change his mind.
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
The children were hungry and could hardly wait for their father to come.
Princess Mary saw Dessalles' embarrassed and astonished look fixed on her father, noticed his silence, and was struck by the fact that her father had forgotten his son's letter on the drawing-room table; but she was not only afraid to speak of it and ask Dessalles the reason of his confusion and silence, but was afraid even to think about it.
Father will need to rest as well.
"I do not know what you think, Father," whispered the princess.
His father, eighty years old, could not remember when it was not there.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
Maybe his father favored boys.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
His father was never able to get custody of him as a child.
One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men.
Father will plant melons and peas and beans.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
I mentioned Gregor Mendel, known as the father of genetics.
There was no reason for him to think his father might be romantically interested in her.
"When did my father and sister leave?" meaning when did they leave for Moscow.
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
Like father, like son.
Your father even offered you land if you would come down here to stay.
Obviously your father has a brother or a sister.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
"How understand me!" cried her father angrily.
If only Alex could talk to his father that way.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
Do they resent that your father wants only a son for an heir?
King Lear is about a father who has three daughters—two who flatter him, but a third who speaks honestly and bluntly to him because she loves him.
I think Alex makes a concentrated effort to drive his father crazy.
Still, if Señor Medena adopted Dulce when she was a baby and raised her, then he was her father - blood relative or not.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
After that Princess Mary did not see her father for a whole week.
How do they feel about your father offering the estate to Alex?
Your father loves Alex, doesn't he?
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Thoughts that had not entered her mind for years--thoughts of a life free from the fear of her father, and even the possibility of love and of family happiness--floated continually in her imagination like temptations of the devil.
He's with the army, Father, at Smolensk.
Alex was uneasy because he and his biological father had never seen eye to eye.
His father hoped that Daniel would grow up to be a wise and famous man.
Well, say your father has a German valet, and he is a splendid valet and satisfies your father's requirements better than you could, then it's all right to let him serve.
"My father!" he thought.
But your father didn't kiss me, and Josh didn't...
His father died shortly after Alex was born, so I never met either of them.
Father killed thirty-eight birds.
Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the Church, and commanded me to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose preaching my father attended, but never I myself.
But my father is anxious and I feel afraid.
Natasha kept turning to Helene and to her father, as if asking what it all meant, but Helene was engaged in conversation with a general and did not answer her look, and her father's eyes said nothing but what they always said: Having a good time?
Unconsciously imitating her father, she now tried to express herself as he did, as much as possible by signs, and her tongue too seemed to move with difficulty.
But again the sense that she represented her father and her brother gave her courage, and she boldly began her speech.
When my father built Bald Hills he thought the place was his: his land, his air, his peasants.
His father keeps a cookshop here by the Stone Bridge, and you know there was a large icon of God Almighty painted with a scepter in one hand and an orb in the other.
In the hall she met her father, who had returned with bad news.
Natasha left the room with her father and, as if finding it difficult to reach some decision, first followed him and then ran downstairs.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
Now, after a month passed in quiet surroundings, she felt more and more deeply the loss of her father which was associated in her mind with the ruin of Russia.
When Father and we went out mowing there were seven of us.
Father, he says, 'All my children are the same to me: it hurts the same whichever finger gets bitten.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
When little Nicholas was brought into Prince Andrew's room he looked at his father with frightened eyes, but did not cry, because no one else was crying.
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
It was possible that his father had given up on him.
But I must do as father says.
The father did not answer.
"Didn't you ever see your father behave so?" asked the king.
When Cyrus became a man, he succeeded his father as king of Persia; he also succeeded his grandfather Astyages as king of Media.
It was the wish of his father and mother that every day of his life should be a day of perfect happiness.
Father took us to see steamboat.
She knew his father to be a connection of Prince Vasili's.
My father is right.
She is very good-natured, and my father likes her way of reading.
But before Prince Vasili had finished his playful speech, Pierre, without looking at him, and with a kind of fury that made him like his father, muttered in a whisper:
Princess Mary had ceased taking lessons in mathematics from her father, and when the old prince was at home went to his study with the wet nurse and little Prince Nicholas (as his grandfather called him).
After the Austerlitz campaign Prince Andrew had firmly resolved not to continue his military service, and when the war recommenced and everybody had to serve, he took a post under his father in the recruitment so as to avoid active service.
Old women's nonsense--old women's nonsense! he repeated, but still he patted Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
"No," said Prince Andrew, "my father did not wish me to take advantage of the privilege.
Your father, a man of the last century, evidently stands above our contemporaries who so condemn this measure which merely reestablishes natural justice.
Could he be to blame toward her, or could her father, whom she knew loved her in spite of it all, be unjust?
For herself she did not care where she remained or what happened to her, but she felt herself the representative of her dead father and of Prince Andrew.
In that 'extend' were my father, son, and sister, at Bald Hills.
His birth father already suspected she was a country bumpkin.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
Now his father was putting a damper on it with his all consuming, self-serving plots.
Was that where his father got all that money?
The family consisted of my father and mother, two older half-brothers, and, afterward, a little sister, Mildred.
"I have never enjoyed myself so much before!" she said, and Prince Andrew noticed how her thin arms rose quickly as if to embrace her father and instantly dropped again.
And my father cannot stand this.
"I had the pleasure," replied Prince Andrew, "not only of taking part in the retreat but of losing in that retreat all I held dear--not to mention the estate and home of my birth--my father, who died of grief.
Alex defies father now, but he will not win.
Before he left he had a long talk with his father about something, and Princess Mary noticed that before his departure they were dissatisfied with one another.
Her father is very rich and stingy.
The father and mother came into the room and gave the betrothed couple their blessing.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
That was a double-edged hurt, though, because Alex adored his adoptive father.
"Second," Katie cut in, "His father's family has been in this country longer than yours."
Alex had been hiding more than a father.
Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
There was no reason Alex shouldn't tell his father.
And now she was even resenting Alex for telling his father.
You will not call me father?
"You are my father," Alex conceded without emotion.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
Alex, I'm going to look at a house with your father.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
I have his name, but he is not my father.
You didn't say a word to your father, but you snarled at me as though I did something wrong.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
He was a good husband and father.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
He didn't want to go and he had made no effort to get along with his father.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
On the other hand, Alex needed to be in a position where he was forced to actually talk to his father.
If Alex forgave his father, would he want to return to that lifestyle?
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
Back in Kentucky with his step father.
You're a wonderful husband and father.
When I said you were the father, you couldn't believe it.
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
At any rate, Alex joined forces with his father in the request for a DNA test.
He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.
Maybe it's something a person understands better when he becomes a father.
Mr. Barnett was a good father.
The driver's name is John – he's the father, and the mother's name is Marie.
Her mischievous blue eyes sought her father first and then her grandmother.
She regarded his broad back skeptically, instantly reminded of her father.
She made a soft noise, cuddling closer to her father.
It was quite another to trick her into betraying her father.
Of course he would have a father, and probably siblings.
She turned excited eyes to her father.
My father lived to be ninety years old, and he never went on no fat diet.
He knew his father would disapprove of her.
You're just like your father.
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
She sighed, remembering how strong-willed his father was.
I just got word that my father had a heart attack.
Time to be with his mother, and time to get over his father's death.
He thinks I'm responsible for his father's death.
She felt responsible for the fact that Brandon didn't have that last day with his father.
Brandon, you're father died because he wouldn't go to the doctor.
You mean he thinks that he has to take care of his mother, now that his father is gone?
Still, her stomach would be tied in a knot until she was sure it wasn't her father.
No, it wasn't her father.
Even at a distance it was obvious that the man was much taller and he rode with a proud kind of grace that her father never possessed.
You and Fritz are both old enough to be her father.
It had been two years since their mother had died - three since their father had run off with that harlot.
As it always did, memories of the twins sparked a fire of anger at her father.
Your father asked me to look for you while I was out this way, and bring you home if I could.
He's your father, Cassie.
Where did her father get the money to pay Bordeaux?
She couldn't abandon her babies to him, even if he was their father.
I'm sorry about your father.
He could promise to love her forever, but hadn't her father said the same thing to Mom?
How well did he know her father?
Your father told me you were a spirited girl.
If he wanted to discuss her father, it was going to be a one-sided conversation.
He was quick to forgive her father.
But once her father was like that.
Was it so different from the way her father had felt?
Of course, neither had her father - until that night.
After all, they had their father.
Bordeaux wasn't like her father, and it wasn't fair to keep comparing them.
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
In her present frame of mind, facing her father would be easy.
She had nearly married a man just like her father.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Right now she didn't want to think about Bordeaux or her father.
She tried not to think of Bordeaux, instead focusing her attention on the twins and what she was going to say to her father.
Were the twins with their father or still at the Hertz ranch?
You decided to come back and talk to your father.
I told you how I felt about my father.
Taking you to see your father.
He could put her in the buggy and he could forcefully take her to the ranch, but he couldn't make her look at her father or talk to him.
Her father was walking toward them.
Cassie tore her gaze from Bordeaux and fixed her father with a level look.
She glanced at her father and the twins, who were watching intently.
He picked up the reins and released the break, addressing her father and the twins.
Cassie, your father should be the one to tell you this, but since you're not likely to give him the chance, I'll tell you.
Your father didn't leave willingly - and he didn't leave with the saloon girl, the way everyone thought.
Yeah, well she probably never took a whip to your father, but there's always a first time, Anyway, I guess she was pretty worked up.
Every time the subject of your father came up, you got defensive and I backed off because I was afraid of losing you.
Cassie went back to the ranch to live with her father and the twins until their wedding day.
She said she forgave her father, and she was trying to.
She had once loved her father – probably still did.
A few months ago she wouldn't have realized that forgiving her father was important to her marriage – but then, a few months ago she didn't know Chauncey.
My father couldn't do anything about his health.
Grandpa, my mother's father, originally built this place in the nineteen-thirties and wired it for electricity years later.
Howie was about to become Father Abbott, a Catholic priest when a drunk in a half million dollar motor home broadsided him.
Howie's father died while he was in the coma.
Why should I remember a 'Get out of Jail Free' card and not recognize my own mother, or a picture of my father or sister; or this bratty cousin?
That theorizes if you travel in time and kill your grandfather before your father is conceived, would you simply not be?
A Colorado farm boy was found cowering from his father's wrath in the loft of a barn while a retarded Illinois ten year old was lured to the house of a local registered sex offender after being told his parents had sold him to the man.
Number three was a father taking a son from the boy's mother who held custody rights.
We lost his mother to cancer at an early age and his father is in jail, convicted of fraud.
Fortunately, her father heard a car drive away so the time of abduction was clearly set.
Unknown to the police and the public, her prominent father was molesting her while her mother looked away.
Martha's father suffered a heart attack when she was in nursing school and her mom followed, from a broken heart, seven weeks later.
Thomas O'Malley, presumed to be her father, died fifteen years ago.
Three. He killed the mother and father so there was no one to report their daughter missing, for nearly a week.
He killed the father too.
She screamed when she saw a figure at her bedroom window and her father chased him.
Talk to Father Confessor.
He paused before saying he thought Howie suspected it might have been Molly's father or some old boyfriend.
He didn't spend much time at the hospital because the step father is a prune and he snubbed Julie.
The father had some health problem, if I remember.
The father beat him near to death, people said.
She'd helped her father sleep.
She kissed Jonny goodnight and crossed the bay to curl up with their father.
Uncurling from the couch, she started to the bedroom of her father's small Miami apartment.
Jonny stayed after their father's death, while she moved closer to her mom on the west coast.
I felt it in Jonny when our father-- " "No."
He reminded her of Jonny when her brother had learned of his father's death last summer.
You can't blame yourself for your father's death.
"Where are we going, Father?" he asked.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
It was her father's.
When she opened her eyes, she was distraught to see the cozy living room of her father's apartment.
She'd lost her father and her brother.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our father's death, and we made a pact a few months ago to go there every year at the same time.
And he was going to be a father.
Both their gazes returned to the two figures talking quietly in front of their father's grave.
She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned.
Yully Hughes stayed in her room, where her father told her to, not wanting to upset him.
The manor house had been built several hundred years ago, and every room but hers was a reflection of her father's wealth.
"Yully," her father called.
"First, I need his secrets, then we'll kill him," her father said.
"It's been a while," her adoptive father said with a small laugh.
"I know … I guess … I hoped …" "Your dear old father was crazy?" he asked with a glint in his eyes that made her cringe.
Her father awaited her in the foyer.
"Father, I'd rather—" "No," he said sharply.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
She drove the winding roads from her father's manor through County Clare and south towards the Cliffs of Moher to Doolin, one of her favorite day trips.
Your father called, Yully!
She shook off the rain in the doorway and crossed to the small booth near the bar that she and her father usually shared.
She peeled off the thick coat and draped it over one bench before seating herself facing the door, as her father had taught her.
Normally, she'd leave before it got too crowded; her father preferred she avoided people altogether.
Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.
She looked down at her stew, her father's warnings coming back to her thoughts.
He shimmered, like her father did.
This had to be the man her father warned her about!
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
"He's my father!" she snapped, straining against him.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
An arc of lightning left her father's hand and slammed the stranger into the wall.
Her father knelt beside the still body.
Her father said the man came to kill her, yet she was still alive.
Her father had disappeared into thin air with the body of the man he called Jule.
Pacing in her room, she tried hard not to think of what her father was capable of doing to someone he thought was a threat to her.
Her father had tried to call twice, and she tossed the phone on the bed.
Her father never would've shown such restraint.
"You father called, dear," the woman said, holding out a tray of sausage, eggs, blood pudding, and coffee.
The plump woman nodded and hurried away, like everyone save her father did around her.
She didn't know what to say to her father after last night.
The way he and Jule had talked to each other, like long-lost enemies, reminded her she didn't know much about her father.
She shed it and her boots quickly, wanting to escape to her room before her father cornered her.
"Father, may I go with you someday?" she asked.
Her father was hard to read and often unapproachable, but he cared for her in his own special way.
Maybe her fear of her father was wrong.
Her resolve lasted until her father left for dinner with their wealthy neighbors.
Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she waited until certain her father had left then rose.
She took in his wounds again, unable to fathom why her father would chain him to the wall in their wine cellar.
What could this man possibly know that her father needed?
And how did she stomach the thought of her father doing such a thing to someone?
It's the House your father belongs to.
It was one of the many oddities about her father that she'd accepted over the years.
While their servants aged, her father never did.
He'd just admitted to being what her father warned her about!
She'd sensed more danger from her father than from the man before her.
His intent gaze was steady, and she wondered if he could read her mind like her father did.
With regret, she realized her father was right: no one could accept someone like her.
"Did my father hit you?" she whispered.
My father wouldn't do such a thing.
She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.
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.
Jule was nothing like the men her father warned her about.
She knew better than to relax around her father, whose hand was likely to fly at the drop of a hat.
Her father beat them both.
"You can't tell my father I brought you this," she told him.
She promised herself to find a way to check on him in the morning without her father finding out.
"I thought you were gone, Father," she said.
Father, couldn't you just call the police?
Her father turned at her hesitation, his gaze blazing.
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
When my father gets here, he'll kill you both!
Her body was stiff from her father's blows, her blood racing.
Jule wasn't what her father said he should be.
In the morning, her father really would kill him, and she'd be lucky to escape with another beating.
The moment she unlocked the screen to call her father, Jule's gaze sharpened.
"That's all I need is your father finishing me off," he muttered.
Neither of them believed her father would let him live.
Take us somewhere safe, where your father won't know where to find you.
Her father kept her on a tight leash; was there anywhere he wouldn't find her?
Don't take me to your father.
She went there for two summers, until she began turning everything she touched into something else, and her father was forced to pull her out of school at the age of twelve.
Her father would hunt them both down, and if he didn't, the sword-wielding maniac would.
He didn't seem like the kind whose moods shifted like her father's.
Her father hated this man for some reason, and being near him put them both in danger.
Your father does this?
"He's my father, Jule," she said.
I always end up running back to Father.
He's not your biological father?
Jule was so much bigger than her father.
You're not like me, and you're not like my father.
You're different than my father, too.
My father will find us.
Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.
She'd accepted her father, because there was no one else who understood her.
Jule had shattered her carefully built world in a day, and he'd done it without the brutal lessons her father resorted to.
She waited until Moira's footsteps faded before dialing her father.
Have you been there for the past two days? her father asked.
There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.
"My dear," her father called.
I am just a bit distressed, Father.
What kind of creature would hurt a woman like this? her father asked.
"Thank you, Jonny," her father said.
"Yes, dear," her father said, attention on his visitors.
Sean had been alive when her father knocked out Jule and brought him here the other night.
If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who had been in the basement.
"If they could find me, they would've by now, just like you'll never be able to retrace her steps back to this spot once you leave," her father said, his voice rising.
She didn't fully understand what was going on between her father and these people.
"Father, what's going on?" she questioned.
Her father had just admitted there were more people like her, and she couldn't help her flicker of hope at the news.
His father's angry voice was accompanied by a slap.
"Father, I feel ill," she whispered.
You probably never thought your father could kill a man before today.
Her father's collection of weapons had been a source of curiosity for as long as she could remember.
I just found out my father's running around killing people, and you expect me to trust a stranger when I don't even know if I can trust him anymore?
Unlike her father, this creature was capable of sympathy.
Whatever had happened, the man before her was hurting still, like she did when her father hit her.
She just had to convince her father to tell her what that was.
"Let's try this again," Yully's father said.
She'd never suspected the depths of her father's strange power, and her first attempt to channel it was the reason the house was now lit with candles.
"Good," her father said.
I can't describe how strange this is, Father.
Her father released her hand and gazed at her for a long moment.
"No, Father," she said with some frustration.
Her father touched her arm, and fire tore through her.
Muddling through the sensations, she sensed her father's magic.
"I always knew you were the one," her father said, showing excitement for the first time since she could remember.
"Is this a test, Father?" she asked, anxious to get out of the cold rain.
She sensed Jule, her father, and hundreds—no, thousands!—of tiny signatures surrounding them.
"You're glowing," her father said in a hushed tone.
"This was all I needed to know," her father said.
"Father, there are thousands," she said, looking around her.
"I don't think my father would approve of me seeing you," she managed.
She didn't want to imagine what her father was capable of.
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.
She could now feel everything around her, and she assumed whatever her father unlocked was the cause.
Jule's eyes glinted with the magic in his body, and the air around him shimmered in a different power than that of her father.
I couldn't … I didn't know my father did this.
I'm sorry for your loss, Jule, but my father, he's all I have.
He spoke the truth, just as her father lied to her.
Jule wouldn't hit her as her father did.
But there was another reason she dared not leave her father, one she feared voicing even to the man before her.
Her father was planning something that depended on her magic.
I'm beginning to understand why the … why your father wants you.
My father will kill us.
Her father would notice her absence.
And when my father finds you lurking in the bushes beneath my window?
She touched it, as thrilled to wear his symbol as she had been her father's.
"My father is fifth generation," she mused.
He'd long thought the girl and her father were unusual.
The girl visited the town nearly every weekend, and her father accompanied her once every few weeks.
What she knew was that her father and his lies had skewed her outlook on her world for ten years.
Her father was dangerous, even if she didn't yet know what he was trying to do.
She twisted to face her father.
"The stew, Father," she replied.
Her father's car and chauffeur were waiting.
I don't understand what that means, Father.
She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.
"As you wish, Father," she whispered.
She took it and closed her eyes, determined to find a way to use her gift to counter her father's magic.
Xander had seemed curious, the opposite of what Jule expected from the father to the creatures Jule regularly killed.
Yully spent the drive north learning how to manipulate her father's magics with his patient tips as guidance.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
She armed herself, not willing to be caught off guard, then joined her father in the tiny foyer.
"Take my hand," her father instructed.
Doubtful, she winced as they approached tourists and police alike, waiting for someone to stop them, and fearful of what her father would do if someone did.
The ancient megalith pulsed with power older than that of her father's.
Mesmerized, she missed her step, and her father continued without her to the center of the landmark.
She closed her eyes to the gentle flow and strange sensations: Jule's warmth, her father's hot-cold rain, the ancient power of the ruins.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
"It's singing now, Father," she replied.
"I've been waiting for generations for you," her father said, his eyes glowing.
Her eyes went from the ancient site glowing in the moonlight to her father's form as he walked up the hill.
She stepped away from the monument amplifying her magic and followed her father.
Resolved, she trailed her father down the hill, through the people who couldn't see them, and to the awaiting car.
She returned and searched for her father.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
Her father returned around noon, his agitation apparent the moment he stepped in the door.
Yully grew more anxious the nearer they got; her father was right about the magic feeling stronger.
Her father flung open the door and strode up the incline.
Her father hadn't taken the time to bury these people.
Her father dragged half a body from the center of the site to the edge.
"Come, daughter," her father ordered.
"Father, why did you do this?" she asked, unable to keep her silence any longer.
Her father returned with a bag slung over his shoulder.
Her father moved to the center of the monument and looked around.
"What next, Father?" she ventured.
You promised not to kill him if I cooperated, Father.
"No, Father," she whispered.
You made the one who can stop you fall in love with you instead, her father said.
Her father was right.
Her father's voice broke her concentration.
She faced her father, not expecting to see the small crowd of people on the other side of the monument.
Her father stood near her in the center.
"Alive or dead, their energy will feed you, daughter," her father said.
Her father fell back, and she took a deep breath before approaching the men.
Her father laughed coldly.
Her gaze went from Darian to her father, and Jule saw the flash of anger that crossed her face.
Yully closed her eyes and reached out towards her father.
Her father sent her to the store for her own things since she was adopted.
She didn't have to wonder about him as she had her father.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
He looked like her father, only his eyes glowed green where her father's had been purple.
Yully listened, breathless, to the strangers who vowed to protect her from a threat similar to her father.
After a lifetime of rejection, she'd found a home with the very people her father warned her against.
A couple of them were talking quietly, but she didn't hear them, instead unable to fathom that anyone would find her life worth protecting after her father hadn't.
He hadn't seen anything like her since he sat in his father's court as a child.
That … he's a father?
The other side of her face displayed facial features that were heavy rather than feminine, resembling her father's.
Your father's mate was human.
"You're Darkyn's father," she said, surprised.
Selyn peeked out from the two inches she'd opened the door, her dark eyes identical to her father's.
Is this how you talk to your father?
As for Martha's father, Patsy's comments as recorded on one statement she grudgingly gave the authorities listed him as "some john I did for a couple of bucks drug money."
Nor did his father.
Then I looked my father straight in the eye and lied.
Finally she said, My father was the one who did it, but it was a joint decision.
My father did it because, to him, lying was so despicable he was forced to respond in a like manner.
Maybe his father spanked him—I don't know.
"I don't like to spread rumors," Westlake continued, "but his mother tells me our Billy is going to be a father."
"Someone must have tried to find your father," Cynthia said.
My own son, going to be a father!
While there was a comment that father Joe Calvia hadn't taken the news well, no details were given, and no calls from a hospital emergency room followed.
Our guests' dead father!
'Gold-digger bitch' sounds like a woman involved with the Dawkinses' father.
Why didn't your father work the mine if it was so valuable?
This Josh would send reports to my father of just how rich the mine was.
Your father didn't hire a replacement?
"Fred's father did," Dean reminded her.
Moved into his father's old house.
It's tough losing a father.
Maybe Dawkins' foreman was Fitzgerald's father!
Fred said Fitzgerald lived here in Ouray and his father was a miner.
The boys were both adults when I married their father.
When we married, I was twenty-eight and he was fifty-two—nearly twice my age—two years older than my father!
Was Radisson your natural father?
And you think he's my father?
My father Bill Radisson was a special person.
Both lost their wives to cancer and I think my father was a tad jealous but pleased our marriage made his friend and his daughter both so happy.
Do you think this Josh character—the miner Fred found out about—might be her father?
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
Dean pulled out the photocopies of the old newspaper ads requesting information on Josh published first by Edith Plotke and later by her father.
"Josh Mulligan was my natural father," Jennifer said.
Of course her father went ballistic when he found out she was pregnant and tried to find Josh, but he didn't have any luck.
Dean wondered if there was another, more sinister reason for Paul Dawkins' silence on the subject—that he was the murderer of his wife's natural father.
Jennifer never saw her natural father face-to-face and gave the impression she didn't give a flip.
Jennifer didn't lie about her father.
It had been where Wynn, the father of all the Immortals on the Council, had lain for hundreds of years before being dragged out by Sasha, the son who betrayed them all to Darkyn.
"Whatever your father did, don't involve me," he said.
Josh's mother and father lived on a farm within walking distance of Carmen and Alex – and from the farm where Lori and Josh lived when Josh died.
Lori's father had remarried after her mother died and Mums was the only stability she had known.
Her auburn curls lay in no particular style – so much like her father.
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