He smiled to himself, enjoying the game they always played.
Arion dressed himself in his finest clothing.
The captain himself had been a robber.
He thought of the number of times that he himself had been a coward.
Alex handed the reins to a caretaker and dusted himself off as he headed for the gate.
Now he's gone and exposed himself to the world.
Smith says that if one man tried to make pins by himself, he might make one per day.
He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.
He wasn't trying to force himself on me.
A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.
To rid himself of them he closed his eyes.
The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.
He threw a leg over the ATV and settled himself on the seat with a grin.
And so He loved men Himself and though they were very cruel to Him and at last killed Him, He was willing to die for them because He loved them so.
Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.
Howie would never ask Quinn himself; as always seeking one of us as a go-between.
Should I inform Merrill Cooms I'd been in contact with After, the investigative baby he himself had started?
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
"The execution of the Duc d'Enghien," declared Monsieur Pierre, "was a political necessity, and it seems to me that Napoleon showed greatness of soul by not fearing to take on himself the whole responsibility of that deed."
Jonathan separated himself from the other children.
He took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.
Cassie had to smile when Bordeaux positioned himself in a spot less than ten feet from her and pretended to settle down for the night.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
In Othello is a character named Iago, an evil man who never does anything illegal himself but is always planting ideas in other people's minds, to get them to do his dirty work.
"I don't know," he said at last and flung himself into a chair, planting his hands against his forehead.
An old joke is about the city slicker who finds himself lost in the country.
Alex excused himself early and Carmen stayed downstairs with the children.
Why should he not cool himself in the refreshing water?
"When you are here he can't tear himself away," she said.
Schemes and devices for which he never rightly accounted to himself, but which formed the whole interest of his life, were constantly shaping themselves in his mind, arising from the circumstances and persons he met.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.
Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.
Nor did he say to himself: "Pierre is a rich man, I must entice him to marry my daughter and lend me the forty thousand rubles I need."
And the guy from California who got himself killed; him too.
We will see how Taras distinguishes himself today.
Knowing that Natasha asked nothing for herself, and gave him commissions for others only when he himself had offered to undertake them, he now found an unexpected and childlike pleasure in this purchase of presents for everyone in the house, and never forgot anything.
Of course he is right there," said Countess Mary, "but he forgets that we have other duties nearer to us, duties indicated to us by God Himself, and that though we might expose ourselves to risks we must not risk our children."
There's no one to interest himself for him.
He dropped to a chair and built himself a sandwich.
Would you believe he covers up with the excuse that he's saving himself for one special girl?
He introduced himself simply as Frank and said he was at my disposal.
"I will," said the boy, and let himself slide over the edge.
At times he seemed on the verge of revealing it to Adrienne, only to draw back into himself and avoid her for days.
He is going to get himself killed.
The child comes into the world with the ability to learn, and he learns of himself, provided he is supplied with sufficient outward stimulus.
Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true.
"Well, I know what that is," he said to himself; and he wrote the word _turnip_ on his slate.
Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them.
"Here!" cried the child himself, darting out from his hiding place.
He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
The brother Jude killed himself in jail and this guy was apparently seeking revenge.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
Sarcas himself could not have served the king half so well.
If he had not taken upon himself the responsibility of Laura Bridgman's education and led her out of the pit of Acheron back to her human inheritance, should I be a sophomore at Radcliffe College to-day--who can say?
He imagined only important possibilities: "If the enemy attacks the right flank," he said to himself, "the Kiev grenadiers and the Podolsk chasseurs must hold their position till reserves from the center come up.
Maybe Señor Medena was trying to ingratiate himself with Alex.
He so busied himself with his silly telephone trick to call away the mother he didn't notice someone who must have been watching.
He's got this weird thing like if he sees himself, he'll self-destruct or something.
In a second bedroom, he sees himself, cowering beneath the cover, and biting back tears.
She didn't look at him, afraid of finding the devil himself in front of her.
"You were right on about meeting the devil himself," Jenn answered.
He disappeared, and she stared at the place where he'd been, wondering why he was so upset with himself.
He hoped, no he prayed, Darian regained himself someday soon.
He wanted to lose himself in her warmth and liveliness on his last night.
And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise,-- as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea.
They say that Arion, being a good swimmer, kept himself afloat until this ship happened to pass by and rescued him from the waves.
He made himself known, and the captain willingly agreed to carry him back to his own country.
Man is an animal who more than any other can adapt himself to all climates and circumstances.
Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room.
He imagined himself as an enormously tall, powerful man who was throwing cannon balls at the French with both hands.
Rostov, too, dragged himself to the fire.
Something always drew him toward those richer and more powerful than himself and he had rare skill in seizing the most opportune moment for making use of people.
But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.
Rostov noticed something new in Dolokhov's relations with Sonya, but he did not explain to himself what these new relations were.
How splendid! said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more.
And by old habit he asked himself the question: Well, and what then?
And he immediately gave himself the answer: Well, I shall live.
He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen.
But to his surprise Willarski soon noticed that Pierre had lagged much behind the times, and had sunk, as he expressed it to himself, into apathy and egotism.
He regarded all these occupations as hindrances to life, and considered that they were all contemptible because their aim was the welfare of himself and his family.
In practical matters Pierre unexpectedly felt within himself a center of gravity he had previously lacked.
Pierre felt particularly well disposed toward them all, but was now instinctively on his guard for fear of binding himself in any way.
He felt himself not only free from social obligations but also from that feeling which, it seemed to him, he had aroused in himself.
But the more he tried to hide it the more clearly--clearer than any words could have done--did he betray to himself, to her, and to Princess Mary that he loved her.
He was thinking of Prince Andrew, of Natasha, and of their love, at one moment jealous of her past, then reproaching himself for that feeling.
Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.
No, it can't be, he told himself at every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy.
He did not repeat to himself with a sickening feeling of shame the words he had spoken, or say: "Oh, why did I not say that?" and, "Whatever made me say 'Je vous aime'?"
Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests.
He also acted badly by concerning himself with the active army and disbanding the Semenov regiment.
In alarm he wishes to flee, considering himself lost.
It is not Napoleon who prepares himself for the accomplishment of his role, so much as all those round him who prepare him to take on himself the whole responsibility for what is happening and has to happen.
Napoleon himself is no longer of any account; all his actions are evidently pitiful and mean, but again an inexplicable chance occurs.
And some years pass during which he plays a pitiful comedy to himself in solitude on his island, justifying his actions by intrigues and lies when the justification is no longer needed, and displaying to the whole world what it was that people had mistaken for strength as long as an unseen hand directed his actions.
He seemed carefully to cherish within himself the gloomy mood which alone enabled him to endure his position.
From reports current in town she learned how the Rostovs were situated, and how "the son has sacrificed himself for his mother," as people were saying.
He did not allow himself either to be hard on or punish a man, or to make things easy for or reward anyone, merely because he felt inclined to do so.
"And fairness, of course," he added, "for if the peasant is naked and hungry and has only one miserable horse, he can do no good either for himself or for me."
And all Nicholas did was fruitful--probably just because he refused to allow himself to think that he was doing good to others for virtue's sake.
But he did forget himself once or twice within a twelvemonth, and then he would go and confess to his wife, and would again promise that this should really be the very last time.
He did not concern himself with the interests of his own class, and consequently some thought him proud and others thought him stupid.
In autumn he gave himself up to hunting with the same business-like seriousness--leaving home for a month, or even two, with his hunt.
Before that, Nicholas had told his wife all that had passed between himself and Sonya, blaming himself and commending her.
In her absence Nicholas allowed himself to give his little daughter a gallop round the room.
When Pierre himself wanted to change his mind she would fight him with his own weapons.
He felt the good and bad within himself inextricably mingled and overlapping.
He did not miss a single word he uttered, and would afterwards, with Dessalles or by himself, recall and reconsider the meaning of everything Pierre had said.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
He has abandoned himself altogether to this mysticism (Pierre could not tolerate mysticism in anyone now).
Pierre maintained the contrary, and as his mental faculties were greater and more resourceful, Nicholas felt himself cornered.
This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!
What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.
(With this method of observation it often happens that the observer, influenced by the direction he himself prefers, regards those as leaders who, owing to the people's change of direction, are no longer in front, but on one side, or even in the rear.)
Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.
To understand in what this dependence consists it is necessary to reinstate another omitted condition of every command proceeding not from the Deity but from a man, which is, that the man who gives the command himself takes part in the event.
The soldier himself does the stabbing, hacking, burning, and pillaging, and always receives orders for these actions from men above him; he himself never gives an order.
An officer still less often acts directly himself, but commands still more frequently.
Through his reason man observes himself, but only through consciousness does he know himself.
To understand, observe, and draw conclusions, man must first of all be conscious of himself as living.
A man is only conscious of himself as a living being by the fact that he wills, that is, is conscious of his volition.
Dismissing himself from the group, he strode to his horse and helped her down.
Had he given himself to the wrong woman?
He turned to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her thoughtfully as he sipped the coffee.
Had he brought her all the way out here to force himself on her?
The accused himself would be hot to eliminate his accuser.
I'm certain he doesn't realize it, but he does put himself first.
In Howie's troubled mind did he believe himself the coward?
He threw himself down in bed and closed his eyes.
He dropped his hands to his sides and stared at himself.
"I should go," he said and pushed himself away.
For the first time in years, he found himself wondering what it would be like to feel again.
"Run for the river!" shouted the Wizard, and Jim quickly freed himself from his unseen tormenters by a few vicious kicks and then obeyed.
In the closets he discovered many fancy costumes of rich velvets and brocades, and one of the attendants told him to dress himself in any of the clothes that pleased him and to be prepared to dine with the Princess and Dorothy in an hour's time.
A fine supper was prepared, and the innkeeper himself waited upon his guest.
Dr. Bell went with us himself to the electrical building, and showed us some of the historical telephones.
God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.
"Where, on which side, was now the line that had so sharply divided the two armies?" he asked himself and could not answer.
A sinking man who clutches at another and drowns him; or a hungry mother exhausted by feeding her baby, who steals some food; or a man trained to discipline who on duty at the word of command kills a defenseless man-- seem less guilty, that is, less free and more subject to the law of necessity, to one who knows the circumstances in which these people were placed, and more free to one who does not know that the man was himself drowning, that the mother was hungry, that the soldier was in the ranks, and so on.
Maybe he would like a few evenings to himself and she was always underfoot.
They learned that Chilon was a very quiet man, that he never spoke about himself, and that he spent all his time in trying to make his country great and strong and happy.
(Of course, when a king proves himself through battle, he is not risking his life but the lives of thousands of his subjects.
However, if one designs to construct a dwelling-house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead.
One of his father's ministers having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the misconception of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince.
Was the man capable of thinking of someone other than himself?
Alex might have convinced himself that he wanted a simpler lifestyle.
"I wonder if this is how he felt," he mused to himself.
He looked startled for a moment, and then composed himself.
It was like Allen to think only of himself.
After that, it was 'each man for himself.
Bordeaux picked his hat off the ground and dusted himself off.
Sooner or later it would become obvious to Cade himself.
Was he including himself in that statement?
From now on she would tell him to keep his hands to himself.
In many ways he was still a recluse, but he wasn't wrapped up in himself.
How does he support himself?
Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.
More so, he blamed himself.
I had the feeling if I hadn't, he might have chased them down himself.
Do you believe he'll keep the conversation to himself?
The guy might have snatched the child himself.
If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.
Why would the second guy put himself at such risk?
We yacked the usual inanities for a few minutes until Howie excused himself to use the bathroom.
By mutual agreement, announced to Howie by our silence, no discussion about Julie took place unless initiated by Howie himself.
The police detective helped us by perjuring himself.
If he tried to follow a moving automobile, he could sometimes attach himself, if the vehicle was slow or stopped, but the act was tenuous at best.
Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.
"I don't believe it's possible," he said and then thought to himself, and because I'm not going to be alive too much longer.
He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
He willed himself solid, surprised when it worked.
He threw himself down and squeezed his head, furious at his own weakness.
Talon threw himself on his back.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
She belonged with him, even if she was second rung to his war against bad guys or even if he was never able to devote himself to any one woman at all.
If he weren't damned to die this night, he could see himself with her forever.
He looked away and steeled himself.
Dusty and Talon rose, Talon taking the chance to launch himself at Dusty.
He hadn't thought himself unhappy; he'd never thought about it at all.
If he let himself, he'd feel that again with Bianca.
"I think I can Travel," Darian said as he pushed himself up.
He flung water from himself, furious to have his Travel ended prematurely.
Jule refused to release her, sensing more danger toward her than to himself.
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
Jule wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched out on the floor, hungry and chilled.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
One thing at a time, he told himself.
Damian Transported himself before he ditched his mission for some quality time with his mate.
Jule focused first on the nearby wardrobe and braced himself against it.
Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.
He lowered himself into a fighting stance.
Jule threw himself down as she leveled it and fired.
Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.
He pushed himself up, glancing at the Magician's body.
If he could shake his fever and take care of himself, he'd be okay alone.
He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.
"How the hell did Dusty end up with someone like you?" he asked and looked down at himself, impressed.
Jule forced himself to put some space between them.
He could see himself becoming addicted to the energy flowing between them.
Spirits dampened, Jule watched Rourk leave for the pub before Transporting himself to the forest side of the Other's property.
He Transported himself into Yully's room and looked around briefly before stepping into the quiet hallway.
Jule looked around Yully's room, trying to digest everything he was learning about himself.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
Jule trailed, forcing himself to ignore the tingle of vamps that made him itch to reach for his weapons.
Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.
Jule excused himself quickly from his brothers and trotted after her.
She tightened her grip around him, and he was amused to think of himself as any sort of comfort to anyone, let alone a little human like her.
Two rolled from his place on the concrete floor in the corner and unwrapped the ratty blanket he used to keep himself warm.
Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.
"We're cool," he said, pushing himself away from the doorframe.
Darian stirred, pushing himself farther into the corner.
He flung himself back into bed.
He considered, smiling to himself.
He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.
"Tell him we identified his Europe issue," Damian said and picked himself up, grateful for Dusty's presence.
He waited in the library until he'd composed himself and left for his suite.
He snatched it and Travel himself out of her room before he woke her.
"Pierre," her bodyguard introduced himself, clapping him on the arm.
Pierre crammed himself into the backseat.
Rainy paced, flung himself into a chair, paced again.
She jumped, watching as he folded himself into the small chair across from her.
Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
He'd never been able to bring himself to wear it.
The large man in black with lopsided shoulders and an executioner's hood pressed himself into a corner.
Seizing control of himself, Two stepped forward and pushed her back, binding her to the table again.
"I love Sofia, but I hope you take a switch to her ass," Jule advised as he tossed himself into one of the chairs.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
He threw himself down in the seat across from her.
Darkyn himself had shown some signs of being affected by her, perhaps not as much as she liked, but more than she ever expected.
If he knew she was there, wouldn't he come himself?
He motioned to himself.
He wasn't angry, but he wasn't himself either.
When Dean first introduced himself, the young lady continued with her engaging smile until it became obvious she had no idea what he was saying—even after he sputtered the half-dozen words of Spanish he knew.
He said nothing of his visit to Martha's room and busied himself on the stoop taping a "Dean for Sheriff" poster to a wooden stake before adding it to a growing pile.
I hate to think of him worrying himself if there's some problem we could help him with.
He didn't tell her he'd heard Joseph himself call the Jeep rental dealer earlier.
He busied himself with his equipment but after glancing outside and turned to Cynthia.
Dean chuckled to himself.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
He smiled to himself as he climbed the steps, wondering what Jake's reaction would be to a search for ancient bones.
Dean cursed himself for not wanting to talk to the redheaded deputy, who would have been infinitely preferable to this obnoxious jerk.
How in hell did he get himself into these situations?
He stopped Fred when the old man began to excuse himself.
Let him rummage around inside it and find all those treasures himself.
Then he laughed at himself.
God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.
Fred O'Connor had arranged the affair and Dean had reluctantly agreed to subject himself to the scrutiny of the cream of the town's lady folk.
The next-to-last thing Dean wanted was to have to look out for the safety of his stepfather—the last was going himself.
Mr. Dean wished he felt a modicum of confidence in himself as the three drifted off to sleep—David and Cynthia Dean, with SB, the Bird Song owl, snuggled next to them.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.
While Cynthia didn't answer, her eyes told him if he did poke around, he'd better not get himself in deep do-do doing it.
Pa never did any mining himself.
Or, papa got an answer to his newspaper ad and saved a shotgun shell by doing the bashing himself.
One of Fred's nameless cohorts buttonholed Dean as he stepped from his vehicle, and by the time he extricated himself from her verbal grasp, the blonde was lost in the crowd at the park.
Dean looked at his wife for help, but she just shrugged and smiled, and Dean let himself be led up the street.
Dean wondered if he'd fortified himself with one of the pints of vodka.
When Dean didn't introduce himself, Faust gave Jennifer what he meant as an "old boy" pat on her arm and added, "Checking out the property one last time?"
He just laughed, ignoring the question and turned instead to Cynthia, extending his hand and introducing himself.
The old man excused himself and followed Dean to the kitchen.
Once Dean turned from the highway; however, he had the road to himself.
He steadied himself, pulling upright until he was sure of his footing.
Careful, Dean thought to himself.
While it was a nice ending, Dean didn't kid himself that he'd won the confrontation.
It was Roger who introduced first himself, then Charlie, who dipped his paper in acknowledgment, and Harold, who set down the news and looked at Dean over the top of his glasses, curious about the visit.
Don't forget the Dawkins boys, Dean told himself.
When the old man tried to engage him in further conversation—this time about Pumpkin Green and the general irresponsibility of today's youth—he excused himself on an important errand and left Westlake standing in the hall.
Finally he said, "I told him to buy a couple of bottles of vodka and drink them himself."
He surprised himself with his calmness, prompted by a total lack of understanding of the situation.
If something even more untoward than what the scene implied had actually occurred last evening, Dean would find himself squeezed between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
Did he tell you himself?
He'll see that himself when he thinks about it.
In spite of his continued concern over Fitzgerald, Dean indulged himself.
He then sat at the table, helping himself and his companion to the assorted pastries.
He remained, however, uncertain how to do so without immersing himself further in Lydia Larkin's sordid activities.
The world was turning at Mach speed and Dean felt himself racing along with the uninformed, totally out of control.
He killed himself, right?
He may be planning to kill himself.
They figured he'd left to go fishing by himself just after we returned to Kansas.
Sometimes, he kept himself entertained by forecasting what happened without letting himself peek at the details.
Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.
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.
He seemed at ease with himself, another thing she didn't remember about him.
It had to be the private deal, the one Gabriel found no trace of that Darkyn himself had mentioned to him.
He found himself drawn to her again, almost too strongly to resist, and reminded himself something was off about her story.
He wanted to let his hand drift downwards but stopped himself.
He forced himself to walk away, uneasy.
Gabriel was working them – and himself - overtime to try to catch up.
Four demons lay dead in the living room of his house, while the Immortal had dragged himself into the garage.
Gabriel nodded and felt himself relax.
He was pleased with himself.
Pushing himself away from the book that would reveal nothing he sought, he went to the small, square window overlooking the stone structure of the Sanctuary.
Though he had visited Rhyn regularly, Gabriel never was able to fully forgive himself for what felt like a betrayal of the only friend he had.
He glanced around the tiny place, unable to rid himself of the instinct that warned him he was missing something.
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.
As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.
Darkyn was entirely too satisfied with himself for Gabriel's comfort.
Gabriel didn't trust himself to respond.
He stripped off his shirt and flung it then tossed all his weapons in a pile at his feet before seating himself once more.
"What is this about?" he made himself ask.
Only when the moon was halfway across the sky did he rouse himself.
He purposely didn't let himself think about Darkyn being in her bed instead of him.
He grappled with himself.
He smiled to himself.
He wasn't as forgiving of himself or his mate.
He had never doubted himself before.
The idea Darkyn voluntarily took a bond to a human when he made a name for himself disobeying his former master … There might be a reason Darkyn hadn't explained it to his mate.
It crossed her mind to go in and find him, but he didn't need assistance and probably needed the time to himself as well.
He was human, and there had been times that he had slipped, but it wasn't because he was thinking only of himself.
He accepted the food well enough, but made no attempt to feed himself.
"This morning he fed himself," she said with enthusiasm.
Maybe she sensed something different about him – that he was unsure of himself, probably.
Maybe he seems like another person because he doesn't feel like himself.
I don't know, but it seems to me that his ability to perform may be something that makes him feel like himself.
He's always been so sure of himself.
Let him sleep by himself.
Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.
At least, he told himself he was.
He didn't push himself awake but let his senses register the world slowly.
His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.
Gabe roused himself and sat.
He saw himself with a mate like her, one who was able to remind him what it was like to feel human.
He braced himself to tell her thanks for the night and farewell.
He pulled off his sweater then dropped back onto the sparring mat, focusing hard on calming himself down.
Gabe cleared his throat, amused at seeing the half-demon putting so much effort into restraining himself.
The forest outside his windows grew dark, and he forced himself to his feet.
"What is wrong with me?" he muttered, furious at himself.
Gabe lowered himself into a crouch a few feet away, recalling the last time he'd been on a beach.
He wouldn't let himself fail.
She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.
Gabe paused then forced himself to continue.
He had little time to redeem himself, and he kicked himself mentally for not walking into the room that would turn him into the Death he was supposed to be.
He found himself hating the feeling instead of relishing it, like he thought he would if their roles were ever reversed.
He'd never thought he'd hear himself admit it to any woman who became his mate, especially not to her.
He was putting himself at her mercy again, except that, this time, he had the power and chose not to use it.
Her womanly scent teased him, the heat of her nearness reminding him of how he'd gotten himself into this situation in the first place.
Gabe waited a few more minutes then forced himself to leave.
He'd drooled over her offer, after wrapping himself around her warm body.
No. Sasha defected to the Dark One then killed Andre and was himself killed by a traitor.
He wasted no time finding himself a replacement when she refused his touch.
She needed to be unhappy, he reminded himself.
But he found himself smiling at the enigmatic god's explanation.
Gabriel found himself laughing.
He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.
Gabriel smiled to himself and pulled on his clothes, replacing weapons.
He was comfortable with himself.
She kissed him on both cheeks then waited as he poured himself wine.
"I'll come by to talk later," he heard himself saying.
Gabriel wouldn't let himself near you in order to protect you.
Pocketing the vial, he willed himself to the shadow world, the place between worlds.
Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.
He parked himself at a computer, and she perched on a stool beside him.
Kris traveled via shortcuts through the shadow world as Gabriel did and willed himself to the in-between world.
Kris asked as he poured himself a second glass of whiskey.
Andre himself had ordered their exiles when it was revealed they were Sasha's spies.
Kris willed himself to the shadow world and walked back to his underground refuge, heart heavy.
"I know," Jade said, seating himself.
He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.
He found himself lingering, wanting to feel a little less alone.
Trying to convince himself he was too angry to think straight, Jade shook his head and turned away.
He hesitated, at war with himself.
He pursed his lips then poured himself a shot and sat back to sip it.
He'd thought himself in love with Lilith once, and so had Kris and half their brothers.
He'd amused them and himself by emerging each time in some other shape.
Rhyn refused it and threw himself onto the comfy couch farther away from Hell's flames.
He'd forgotten what color real fire was, but he found himself thinking it was orange, like the fruit in the basket on Sasha's desk.
He slammed himself against the cell walls, roaring.
Rhyn smashed himself against the cell, as if to prove his strength.
He gasped and crossed himself.
Without a thought as to who might be watching, he ducked into an alley and flung himself into the air.
He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.
He didn't just notice she was gone --he found himself wishing she wasn't.
For the first time in years, he doubted himself.
Met the devil himself and decided I'd had enough of this shit.
"He only need concern himself with his head," Rhyn responded.
Granted, he wasn't exactly himself at the time, near dead, starved, weak.
She knew he could've taken so much more, made himself stronger by bleeding her dry.
Rhyn wouldn't saddle himself with a blood monkey he had to actually take care of voluntarily.
If anything, he seemed absolutely sure of himself and what he wanted, even if his nature didn't allow him to control his own wild talents.
She didn't like Kris, but he did what he did for some greater cause than himself.
He braced himself for more syrupy love sentiments when she awoke but was
Rhyn found he didn't need to respond; Giovanni was capable of discussing himself --and his Hannah --without any sign of stopping.
Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.
She picked her way through the first few steps, startled when he launched himself at a tree, clawed his way up, and bypassed the muddy section by leaping to the next tree.
He swiped at the flakes then braced himself to change into his jaguar shape.
Instead, he focused hard on cleaning up her blood and bandaging her arm before the scent drove him too wild to control himself.
He jogged through the castle and ran out into the snow, launching himself into the cold air as he changed into the bird form.
Sasha.s gaze took them both in, his eyes settling on her bandaged arm before he forced himself to look at Toby.
"Nature.s not so kind to the weak," Jared said with a grimace as he pushed himself up.
The healer clucked to himself, growing more comfortable as he concentrated on his trade.
Kris poured himself chilled whiskey from the small refrigerator tucked in a corner.
She.s a … charming woman, he forced himself to say.
Jade gasped for a moment and steadied himself.
He debated with himself again.
The Immortal launched himself at Rhyn, and the two sparred as the scientist watched intently.
He restrained himself as much as possible to keep from injuring Ully.s test subject.
Rhyn pushed himself away from the wall.
He forced himself to focus on something else.
You really think Sasha came here to throw himself on your mercy without some sort of back-up plan?
Sasha was armed with two daggers and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
His whole body shaking, he tried to calm himself and withdrew, wanting to wipe away the taint of Sasha.s blood from his clothing and skin.
Jared launched himself at the demon barreling toward them.
Rhyn righted himself, unconcerned, and barreled toward the demons.
Confusion and rage blinded him, and he threw himself into the battle, not noticing the nicks and bruises his opponents inflicted upon him.