Its Sentence Examples
He could hear its footsteps.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
Being in front carried its responsibilities.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
AdvertisementShe shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
AdvertisementThe bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
He could hear its heavy breathing.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
AdvertisementHe could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
The black car sat outside the building with its trunk open.
A police car raced by with its siren screaming.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
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At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
The burning of Smolensk and its abandonment made an epoch in his life.
Thanks to the strictness and assiduity of its commander the regiment, in comparison with others that had reached Braunau at the same time, was in splendid condition.
The unreaped corn was scorched and shed its grain.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.
He fired at another figure trying to force its way into the circle.
She took the tin from his hand and opened its hinged lid.
She took its arm and helped him up.
He leaped from his hiding place and clasped it round its neck.
Its social good, on average, is $2,000 a pan.
History has rendered its judgment on such matters.
In a word, every study had its obstacles.
It darted back toward her, and she scrambled to get out of its path, tossing sand at it.
A few minutes later another horse came by, its hooves clattering loudly above them.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
We cannot only see our enemy but have deconstructed it to its very core.
What we need to make its parts—iron ore to make steel, rubber to make tires, sand to make glass, petroleum to make plastics—is generally a few cents' worth of raw materials.
A genetically engineered tree that converts sunlight into fuel and then pumps the fuel through its roots to where it is needed.
They are able to produce widgets for ten cents, putting the Dollar Widget Company (with its unfortunate name) out of business.
It has 4,000,000K of memory—once again, a thousandfold increase over its predecessor.
Once a nation shows its willingness to seize foreign-owned property at will, foreign investors are reluctant to do business there again.
In its most basic form (which I'll discuss here for simplification's sake), it is a guarantee of a minimum income above the poverty line for every citizen.
I describe these three situations because each, in its own way, illustrates how I think the future will play out regarding income and wealth.
While agriculture itself is a technology, it is, in its most basic form, extremely low tech.
China pulled out all the stops, dividing its farmland into about twenty-five thousand collective farms with an average of five thousand households each.
The Internet is still in its adolescence.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
Napoleon, after making the Cossack a present, had him set free like a bird restored to its native fields.
And she recalled in all its detail the night at Bald Hills before he had the last stroke, when with a foreboding of disaster she had remained at home against his will.
Not one of the plans Nicholas tried succeeded; the estate was sold by auction for half its value, and half the debts still remained unpaid.
Even though her skin now had a healthy tan, the sun was doing its best to burn it.
Bordeaux had been leading the horse along the ravine to spare its hooves, but it had been a risk that hadn't paid off.
Bordeaux cupped a hand over its muzzle, silencing the horse.
The woman in his arms went still as he pressed its edge to her throat.
The other demon had clamped its teeth around its leg and dragged it out of the doorway.
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.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
Its wooden legs moved so fast that their twinkling could scarcely be seen, and although so much smaller than the cab-horse it covered the ground much faster.
Back in the old days (the 1980s), you only had data—say, the Yellow Pages with its list of restaurants.
Its windows will darken at your command; its air will be automatically purified.
They would say, If government is obligated to protect its citizens from a foreign invader, then it is obligated to protect them from a criminal.
Some stocks reliably pay dividends, portions of a corporation's profits paid out in cash to its shareholders.
The right is inseparable from its possessor.
Notable examples exist, but the flow of history in this regard has rendered its verdict.
If someone writes a book in one country, does another country enforce the copyright within its borders?
So while such an attack and its aftermath would not derail our eventual arrival at the next golden age, it quite possibly would delay it.
The soil, it appears, is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it may now send its shoot upward also with confidence.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
Such then was its nature.
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
It is wonderful how rapidly yet perfectly the sand organizes itself as it flows, using the best material its mass affords to form the sharp edges of its channel.
Her beautiful eyes glanced askance at her husband's face, and her own assumed the timid, deprecating expression of a dog when it rapidly but feebly wags its drooping tail.
Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.
That was its value to him.
Dean began getting ready for bed; the day's skiing had taken its toll.
Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.
Even when cleft or bored through it is not comprehended in its entireness.
Though I wouldn't have believed it two weeks ago, peace of sorts prevails at Econ Scrutiny and with the lives of its employees.
Rhyn tossed the demon against the wall with enough power to break its back.
I don't care about Qatwal or destroying its people.
Due to its location in the center of the building, there were no windows.
There was a pointed pic at the base of its handle.
Now, mostly bound to its banks by ice, the river looked much less menacing as it wound its way downward.
He sensed the demon.s pain behind its attempt at a chipper tone.
Trickling water circled the oasis, its source a small spring in the center.
The conference room behind it was large and open, its ceiling cathedral and one wall twice the height of the others.
A'Ran retrieved one sword from its stand, flipped it in the air, and caught the blade.
Each one has its own specific codes and specifications.
Its exterior shields were disarmed and he'd disabled the communications capability.
The world and its people will take time to heal.
The dust emitted from mining the ore was poisonous in its raw state.
But it'll take awhile, and in the meantime, Qatwal is on its own.
Each was nearly a copy of the others, unremarkable in its cold formality.
At first he feared it was a telephone until its uninterrupted sound told him otherwise.
The temperature was in the high teens but as the sun began its ascent it felt far warmer.
They both agreed to let the situation take its course now that Weller was involved.
Dean caught sight of its bearded driver who stared in the direction of the retreating woman.
This town sure likes its history.
After a few minutes rest, they continued, first hearing, then seeing the waterfall and the reservoir from which the penstock first drew the water for its mile-long trip to town.
But this beautiful edifice was not my destination nor were its inhabitants my social equal.
I had slept little as Jerome Jones' band played its brass near till dawn at The Gold Belt.
I saw it, with its two round sacks tied tightly and men standing nearby with their hats off.
As he peddled downhill toward Ridgway, he could see the east side of the valley, exposed to the southern sun, had melted nearly clear of snow while across the valley, draped in shadow most of the day, the western slope retained almost all its recent covering.
He passed the recently restored Beaumont Hotel, a beautiful structure that after several decades of disuse and deterioration had finally been returned to its past glory.
Dean wondered if Annie Quincy had ever entered through its portals.
But the tomato, a berry grown out of its natural proportion by the fiddling of man, at least knew redness was its ultimate goal.
Dean did the same, hoping its eighteen inch girth was sufficient to secure the two damn fools who were testing it as their sole mooring against the natural forces of nature.
When the stopping jolt came, it nearly knocked the wind out of him with its abruptness, but he'd fallen only to the level of Shipton's knees.
She didn't move for four hours, yet her body slowly returned to its normal temperature.
He held her hand and returned it to its proper place.
Jackson deflected her foot inches away from its mark.
She pulled her hood up against its furious roar.
He took a bite of food, obviously savoring its flavor before he swallowed.
Will the Toggenburg kid develop markings like its mother when it matures?
What happened to its ears?
They were stuck in its wires.
What we call "heart disease" will become hundreds of individual conditions each with its own cause and, hopefully, cure.
All scientific material from the past is making its way online.
Its greatest value cannot be hauled off.
The government operating in its correct role is instrumental to civilization.
The benefits of civilization—from wealth to individual liberty and self-determination, from better health to safety and peace—all outweigh what its proponents can offer.
It was Homer's requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and strawberry leaves are strewn about.
Such is the color of its iris.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
But this small village, germ of something more, why did it fail while Concord keeps its ground?
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
Is not the hand a spreading palm leaf with its lobes and veins?
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels go round.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
Her face didn't loose its warmth and she gnawed at her lower lip.
The tension was paying its toll in another way.
A rabbit writhed in its claws, screaming in terror.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
If you opened the place up to tourists, the ranch would lose its purity... but it seems such a waste.
The baby was half his and he should be sharing equally in its financial needs.
The small kitchen showed signs of its past life, before the addition of a modern sink and electric stove.
Its mission statement is to demand transparency after a crime is committed and to assure all efforts to nail the guilty party are being pursued.
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
My other venture, After, has registered its first major success.
It's a shame I don't have a little princess to lay to rest along its pristine shore.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
The gangly youth before him had dyed his hair from platinum back to its natural color of black.
Jonny snatched the vamp by its neck and slammed it down to the table.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
She willed the magic to hit its target.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
I hereby bequeath to you my shopping cart and all its contents.
The level of interest everyone is showing in some remote acreage is all out of whack, given its questionable value.
The parade, with its smiles, applause, and balloons, was over in a half hour.
A tow truck had already arrived and its flashing lights competed with a half dozen others while at least a dozen people moved about, with most of their activity directed downward.
The Jeep was upside down, on its roll bar.
As the sun climbed over the mountains, it spread its glow across the snow still nestled in the cracks and crevices above him.
He sprinted, geared down, and just lolled along, experimenting with his body's reaction to the various phases and ultimately pleased with its response to his multiple tests.
The couple strolled down Seventh Street to the bridge that crossed the Uncompahgre River as it spilled its way down from the mountains.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
If its contents were like the reports she'd seen in the past, it would be full medical nonsense.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
It cannot purposely kill its mate.
The phone was ringing from its place in his jeans pocket.
Beyond its yawning mouth, she saw what looked like yellow doorways glowing.
Deidre watched him retrieve his sword and replace it in its sheath.
She put her cell phone on its charger and explored the house, admiring his taste in everything from furniture to paintings to simple décor.
Its edges were gilded with gold marking a lazy geometric design across the marble.
Its tongue flickered out as it rolled the human.
Gently, the healer began its trade.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
Its snugness drew her eyes to his crotch and lean thighs.
It flashed, silver glinting off its graceful curve.
She crawled over him and snatched it, wiping its blade on her clothes before she hesitated.
At least, that was her first impression of the eight- by-eight room with its steel-framed bed, simple mattress, and no furniture.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power.
He clenched the pouch with its gems.
Kiera lay on the bed an hour after Evelyn left, staring at the white ceiling with its brightly corded edges.
Yes, but think of the sleigh bells and the sound of the train coming in from Ridgway, clanking and hooting, and billowing its black smoke.
From the corner of her eye she saw the gray truck pushing a trail down the drive and dodged out of its path, completely forgetting about the stump hidden under the snow.
What are you doing running around here like a chicken with its head cut off?
He pushed away from the couch and sauntered over to the stove, holding his hands over its warmth.
The kid lay on its side, legs stretched out.
Carmen knelt beside it, ignoring the anxious mutterings of its mother.
The kid had been cleaned and its copper colored fur was still damp.
Her body continued its momentum down the hill and she fell, twisting so that she wouldn't fall on the kid.
Somewhere in the distance a meadowlark began its melodic whistle, and a hen sang industriously up by the house.
A huge white sycamore skeleton sprawled on the gravel beach, its bark long gone.
She jumped back and stared the dent in its side.
The Twelfth Army is on its way back from Europe.
It wasn't possible for four of them to be there while one was on its way up the mountain.
Four keypads gone with one making its way back to the command center.
One is on its way back, she told him.
Its size was camouflaged by the surrounding forest and technology.
Her body jerked, but its effects were immediate.
A pang of morality reared its ugly head.
The tower was in pieces, the building at its base a gaping crater.
The late spring sun had finally fought its way out of the white haze and was slipping down in the west, painting the countryside in yellow brush strokes.
The late night storm had blown Wednesday's hazy whiteness east to New Jersey and the Atlantic beyond, leaving in its place a high pressure system, a sky painted deep blue and patched with just enough puffy clouds for contrast.
He tried to snooze but only managed a wink or two before the plane began its descent into Norfolk.
The closet contained a second suit and three shirts, each on its own hanger with a necktie looped over it.
Saturday was one of those days with weather so perfect as to remember weeks after its passing.
The car had quickly made a U-turn and followed Fred, not taking care to disguise its actions.
The vehicle careened down the block, narrowly missing a mail truck that honked its irritation, and sped around the corner before Dean had staggered to his feet.
The success of the restaurant rested more on out-of-date memories than the current excellence of its bill of fare.
I'm glad to see Parkside is looking out for its citizens, regardless of the hour and whether they deserve it or not.
Colorado-based Coors beer, cosponsor of the event, was also there with its products readily available, and Dean broke his training diet to share a few Silver Bullets with Fred.
Although the route was relatively flat by Colorado standards, Dean learned that a body unaccustomed to elevation in the 7,000foot range needed more oxygen to fuel its muscles.
The tour seemed to have attracted most of its riders from Colorado, California, Texas or some part of the west.
He was still above the timberline, devoid of any trees that would impair visibility so it was clear enough to follow the road with its many switchbacks and curves traversing the mountain below him, a black line clinging to the side of the cliff like a pencil drawing.
If exhaustion truly was mental as much as physical, he'd conquered its demon as he edged to the side of the road without slowing his pace, allowing an infrequent car to pass.
Jonathan secured his wrist, shook a pillow from its case and pulled the cloth over Dean's head.
It was barely more than 500 feet taller than her house at its peak.
She flipped on the light and let the door swing shut on its own.
Brutus came running out of nowhere, his tail curled in its alert position and his big tongue hanging out.
Had it not been for the fact that the tree was almost completely severed from its trunk and had so much pressure on it from the opposite side, it would probably have been an impossible feat.
They were both standing between the refrigerator and its door.
The hand left her breast, caressing its way down her side, pausing briefly on her waist and then continuing down her hip.
A slow smile worked its way up to his eyes.
My dad always used to say that every animal on the farm should pay its own way.
He pulled the cell phone from its pouch on his pocket and flipped it open.
Only this time her focus spread out to other things; the arbor of forget-me-nots where they would exchange vows, the cake with its three tiers of cascading flowers.
Cicadas sang in the trees near them, and a mockingbird mimicked its feathered friends.
The flush made its way to her cheeks.
Its wool was as soft as freshly washed hair and it bleated when she scooped it into her arms.
Winter was dipping its toe in the water.
In the wake of its success, came more tears.
She was reaching for something in the cabinets and that flat abdomen with its velvety skin was exposed.
Carmen Barnett curled up on the window seat and watched from the bay window as the sun cast its first rays on the farmstead below.
The black frame with its hunter green trim rested on blocks right now.
White tailed deer, as well as an abundance of smaller wildlife already frequented the ranch, so his North American Safari had its foundation.
Hefting the saddle to its proper place, she released the horses in their separate pastures.
Mesmerized by its movement, she watched as it disappeared into the clouds.
With a wild neigh of terror the animal fell bodily into the pit, drawing the buggy and its occupants after him.
An instant later the Tiger crouched and launched its huge body through the air swift and resistless as a ball from a cannon.
The frightened fox scampered away as fast as it could; and Aristomenes followed, clinging to its tail.
Do this, or I will burn Rome and destroy all its people.
Just as he spoke, the ant lost its footing and fell to the ground.
The next minute it ran safely into its home, carrying its precious load.
He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws.
People from all parts of the world sent to it, to tell it their troubles and get its advice.
Its end led directly to the Cold War, which consumed inconceivable amounts of money and almost pushed the world to the brink of nuclear devastation.
Every time you buy a book from Amazon, its employees use your data—information about what you did on their site in the privacy of your own home—to try to sell other people more products.
A few years later, with the United States again at war, most of its top medical minds were engaged in the war effort.
So if its person-to-person transmission can be interrupted, it truly can be eradicated from the planet.
In the century leading up to its extermination, smallpox killed about 500,000,000 people.
That said, it also has its plus side.
He was dog tired and his stomach grumbled its dissatisfaction at being limited to the airline's toy dinner.
This way, as soon as one car makes its drop, the other car is signaled to drop the product at another location and it comes out even.
But it looked like Parkside could wash its hands of Wasserman's death—there was no way he'd floated out of their land-locked jurisdiction to the Chesapeake Bay.
St. Thomas the Apostle Church was a scrubbed-white structure looking like a New England calendar except for its city location.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
The dairy door creaked on its hinges when she pulled it open.
Still, the little girl inside wanted to believe the magic room had weaved its spell once again.
It gurgled an invitation as it raced by on its way from the old swimming hole.
The foal was feeling frisky and kicking up its heels.
That gnawing fear had made its way into the dining room and it was lurking around the edges of his conversation.
He turned and trudged across the corral, his shoulders were slumped and his walk lacked its usual spring.
For a moment he continued to stare at her, and then a smile slowly worked its way across the tortured features.
Through her tears the old Oak tree stood tall, the flowers at its base waving softly in the breeze.
Claire jogged to one of the trees and lifted a small satchel from its roots.
Talia smiled back then tried hard to grip the pendant, fascinated by its shininess.
Darian asked, gazing into its clear green eyes.
She replaced her knife in its sheath and looked around for more bodies.
Its green gaze turned intent, and Darian waited for it to speak again.
As Darian suspected, the small creature was unwilling to reveal its true intentions.
Find one, focus on him, and let your power do its job, Charles answered.
Darian sensed at least one gathering its magic to shred him from the inside out.
After her two weeks in the Black God's chaotic camp, she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be in an organization that took care of its own.
She circled the tree, placing rocks around its trunk as she went.
Here, magic emanated off of everything and filled her with its energy.
Darian felt the magic of the world bombard him, both welcoming home the man that had been its king and trying to figure out what he now was.
Not only was Claire's name gone, but a new one was in its place.
She hesitated then took it, trying not to act too eager to read its secrets.
The answer from her Watcher was far briefer than its normal exchanges.
She threw herself down to avoid the second, sent another knife in its direction to distract it, and leapt up, dancing and twisting through the lightning streams.
Its power raced through her and out, sending the guardsman nearest her flying.
Jenn looked from the next guardsman to the Other whose lightning lit up its hands.
She made her way back and circled the screaming pillar, shielding her eyes against its brightness.
At its center, she thought she saw the dark shape of a man.
The pillar of light was moving closer, enveloping everything in its path.
The Watcher turned away from the window, surprise on its face.
The local barbarians told us of its power, how it can heal a man from death and stop a storm from destroying a village.
Its words, however, were true.
Tendrils of coldness stretched from its home within her chest, testing her strength before subsiding into stillness once more.
The first reached the nearby stream and stumbled, falling to his knees in the center of its shallow waters.
Its front doors were propped open by large logs.
He placed the unsettling book on a table and crossed the chamber, watching the book as if it might decide to walk away on its own.
Its words are poison but its magic protects my city.
This time, the demon would not fall again into its deep slumber.
The heavy scent of fragrant sea swept over him, the chill of the ocean kept out of the city by its thick walls.
He guided the horse with his legs, testing its sluggish responsiveness as the attackers prepared to pounce.
My father warned me about its lies, but I know this is not one of them.
I see its magic with my own eyes.
It shoved Rissa's horse off the trail in its haste, where a branch knocked her to the ground.
The panicked animal fought him for its head instead, refusing to obey him.
His attention - -traditionally reserved for the army and its battles - -had shifted to her until he monitored everything she did.
Its coldness stretched outward from her chest, testing her resolve to keep it contained.
For once, its words soothed her.
The only man seated before her wore chains of gold and carried a sword with a ruby in its hilt.
She'd survived another time, but she couldn't count on fate favoring her much longer, not when madness had begun to take its hold of her.
A guard's exclamation drew her fatigued gaze from its place resting on the ground.
It gives me all its power and strength, to use to crush the barbarians and throw them all from the cliffs.
Its power is great - -it makes me giddy!
When she looked again into its depths, she saw the clumps of herbs at the bottom.
It was old and heavy, its covers made of wood smoothed by years of wear.
It had stirred before, but not with the warm tingle melting its icy cage.
The fire provided the only light in the large, airy chamber, its glow and shadows flickering across the room.
She reached its entrance before she heard the low voice.
The beast pressed against its boundaries, and one hand fluttered to her chest.
His frame tensed once again, and he breathed in her scent, savoring the way its musky sweetness filled his lungs.
He ate and sipped the cider, its warmth making his muscles relax.
The difference between me and them is that I'm willing to take Tiyan without its magic.
Accompanied by two guards, she mounted her favorite bay horse and pounded through familiar roads and intersections to the southern wall., The chill of the ocean crept into its walls.
Some days, this is not much, as the weakness of my forefathers has made it powerful enough to choose its next host and seize control of my body.
I love its people.
It moved freely through her body, stealing her strength for its final act against her.
The city changed as she wandered the zigzag roads toward its center until she came upon an inner wall - -now open - -leading to stone structures gleaming with gold and silver artwork.
And yet, he had to find a way to defend her…their kingdom before he could deal with its runaway queen.
It said nothing, but its agitation told her she'd have to plan for the both of them.
I feel my body weakening - -it refuses to heal me this time, now that it's chosen its successor, as my father said it would!
Can its secrets save her?
Taran wrestled the barrel out and pried its top open.
Clenching the book, he stepped into the familiar dungeon with its two small cells.
Memon was more than willing to become its host.
We use its powers to help our people.
It must die with its host.
When she sat back with a belly stretched to its limit, the scent and food disappeared.
The demon was calmer, its movement no longer urgent or panicked.
He swatted the horse on its rump.
In the morning, Landis would move its men into the meadow.
The moon reached its peak before he'd finished inspecting the walls and greeting its guards.
He trotted his way through the city to its center.
The fountain's cheerful waterfalls eased him, and he perched on its edge.
She sprawled on its floor, listening to the sound of crunching shale.
The demon has its eye on my Rissa.
Its walls are carved from the cliffs, Memon continued.
When the moon is at its highest, see that she's brought to me in the great hall for the ceremony.
If its host died, it would be forced out.
Talons pierced Rissa's stomach as Memon plunged his hand into her body, withdrawing a black creature the size of its arm that pulsed and writhed.
My army is on its way home!
Fresh bread sat on the table near her bed, its scent making her stomach demand to be sated.
Darkness clung to the book, as if its pages contained traces of the demon itself.
The stronger demon stretched within him to test its bonds while the other demon cowered.
I thought Arkansas had its own wild hogs.
He kept looking over the edge, his complexion paling when a rock leaped over the edge and bounced its way to the bottom.
He lifted the table from its side and sat it up.
The sun was casting its last orange rays into the sky when they all loaded onto the wagon and headed into the field.
The issue of a phone had virtually disappeared, but in its place was a fashion problem.
Strong hands caught her by the waist and she turned, dropping the arm from its sling and around his neck.
Every animal had to earn its keep.
The idea certainly had its appeal, especially so after seeing how Matthew responded to the puppy.
All this time you haven't allowed yourself to have a pet simply because your father thought every animal on the place should earn its keep.
It's good to have hopes and dreams, but we need to live today to its fullest because it's only going to happen once.
She snatched a tissue from the jeweled box on her desk and buried her nose into its softness.
The mint colored sundress flared out from its slim waistband as she moved.
Memory of the land in Arkansas streaked across her mind like a comet, leaving a trail of questions in its wake.
By the time the sun shot its first orange rays over the horizon, she was driving the little red sports car out of town.
Instead of dirt, the floors were made of hardwood so rich that the layer of dust couldn't hide its beauty.
One was parked beside the building with its hood up, and an old mustang sat at the pump.
The leathery coils of its shiny body lay in a heap, stacked at least three tiers high.
It scampered to the edge of the limb and looked down at her, its bushy tail jerking up and down as it scolded her.
The deer paused only a second when it saw her, and then bounded across the clearing, its white tail held erect.
As she drew near, it turned and ran, its tail between its legs.
It was black with white speckles all over its back.
As the whip continued and reached the peak of its arch, he let it fall again, whipping more grass with the other side of the blade.
She was remembering the view of the creek from the bridge - and the brush choking its banks.
What was its use?
Plucking one from the bush, she rolled the berry in her hand, removing the powdery haze from its surface.
With a clatter and scrape, the rocking chair turned on its side and skid several feet across the porch.
She dashed around, pausing to gape at the storm as she closed each window securely against its fury.
She fell to her knees, still holding her ears, and a sob forced its way through her constricted throat.
At some point it had broken its bounds and now cascaded down her shoulders and back.
She sank to a bench and sipped on her coffee, letting its warmth invaded her body and relax her stiff muscles.
The sun was well past its zenith and headed toward the trees on the west side of the cabin.
The smile instantly faded and a wary expression took its place.
Denton hated the yellow sundress with its spaghetti straps, but it was one of her favorite dresses.
She splashed some of it on her face and its coolness took her breath.
From the corner of her eye she saw them approach, but the amber gaze held hers in its intoxicating grip.
The elevator door opened and he stepped inside, swallowed by its stainless steel walls.
A snicker worked its way around the verandah.
The one-room shack was neat, with pallets on one side, a fire at its center, a small area to prepare food and crates lining one wall that acted both as storage and seating.
From this point, Xander was able to see most of the city, including the white dome of the palace at its center that marked the home of one of the three Gods that ruled the immortal realm.
Its spells were hidden to him, until he placed it around his neck.
It swirled and eddied before finding its way to the gem.
The smoke funneled into the red ruby, disappearing into its depths.
The gem can be destroyed to release its magic, but by doing so, you lose all that remains of your mother and me.
Its glowing red eyes narrowed into slits then closed.
She set down a tray with an insulated, silver pot of coffee at its center.
A few minutes later, the cat meowed at his door, indicating its entertainment – Ingrid – was gone.
The animal wound its way through his legs until he picked it up.
Its eyes glowed back at her.
Jessi whirled to see the cat huddled over its bowl of food.
She lifted it gently then picked up its bowls.
Two were in the cozy living area with its worn furniture.
The computer finished its search.
She entered the dark, sensual bedroom once again and accepted the necklace with the rough, round red ruby at its center.
The ruby glowed faintly, as if there was a light at its center.
Xander's low voice, with its naturally husky edge, made her flush.
She crossed to the railing of the loft area overlooking the formal living room with its two-story hearth.
Its eyes were the same color red as Xander's.
They paused beside the ring in the center, where the two at its middle had stopped to stare at him.
Jessi went to the kitchen and got herself a mug then returned to the porch and sat down in the chair with its back to the blonde on the beach.
She didn't ask where they were going but took the subtle beast onto the highway and let it loose, weaving in and out of traffic to test its handling.
She watched Xander like a predator eyeing a newcomer on its turf.
Jessi's phone vibrated from its place on the stand beside the chair.
There are two people who can call forth its power.
A grumpy meow drew her gaze to Xander's cat, who rubbed its face against her leg.
Sofi smiled, blue-silver eyes going to the llama that stuck its face between the wooden planks of the fence.
Where Xander snatched the creature by its neck.
He lifted it over his shoulders and snapped its body over his knee then flung the man-like creature aside.
Her warm body was pressed against his, the faint glow of the crystal emanating from its place tangled in her hair.
Ashley's bead was lighter red in color, its surface glazed to give it a subtle reflecting quality.
Xander knocked Darian's foot off it and snatched its neck, before it was able to Travel.
I know when you lie, Xander said into its mind.
The Other's body seized up then went limp, its head lolling back, as it lost the ability to move.
Xander ransacked its mind, yanking out information about Jessi while channeling the magic to force the Other to relive the pain he'd caused throughout his lifetime.
Though the controversy went on, its most important result had already been achieved in the silencing of Convocation, for that body, though it had just "seemed to be settling down to its proper work in dealing with the real exigencies of the church" when the Hoadly dispute arose, did not meet again for the despatch of business for nearly a century and a half.
The two books mentioned remained unnoticed by the reading public, and Lotze first became known to a larger circle through a series of works which aimed at establishing in the study of the physical and mental phenomena of the human organism in its normal and diseased states the same general principles which had been adopted in the investigation of inorganic phenomena.
We have already mentioned the final conception in which Lotze's speculation culminates, that of a personal Deity, Himself the essence of all that merits existence for its own sake, who in the creation and government of a world has voluntarily chosen certain laws and forms through which His ends are to be realized.
But, in attempting to make this conception quite clear and thinkable, we are forced to represent the connexion of things as a universal substance, the essence of which we conceive as a system of laws which underlies everything and in its own self connects everything, but imperceptible, and known to us merely through the impressions it produces on us, which we call things.
In all its main features it is essentially a modern town, and few of its principal buildings are older than the 19th century.
A large proportion of the most prominent buildings are clustered round the spacious Schlossplatz, with its fine promenades.
The city also contains numerous excellent educational establishments, although the state university is not here but at Tubingen, and its conservatorium of music has long been renowned.
Its other manufactures include machinery, pianos and other musical instruments, cotton goods, cigars, furniture, leather, paper, colours and chemicals.
Its trade also in books, hops, horses, and cloth is considerable, and a large banking and exchange business is done here.
Cannstatt, which was incorporated with Stuttgart in 1903, attracts numerous visitors owing to its beautiful situation on the Neckar and its saline and chalybeate springs.
Its importance, however, is of comparatively modern growth and in the early history of Wurttemberg it was overshadowed by Cannstatt, the central situation of which on the Neckar seemed to mark it out as the natural capital of the country.
But even as capital its growth was slow.
At the beginning of the 19th century it did not contain 20,000 inhabitants, and its real advance began with the reigns of Kings Frederick and William I., who exerted themselves in every way to improve and beautify it.
Horace Walpole, who gives an unfavourable picture of his private character, acknowledges that Stone possessed "abilities seldom to be matched"; and he had the distinction of being mentioned by David Hume as one of the only two men of mark who had perceived merit in that author's History of England on its first appearance.
On his death-bed he is said to have requested a friend to hide his body as soon as life was extinct, and, by putting a serpent in its place, induce his townsmen to suppose that he had been carried up to heaven.
The tongue is remarkable for its great length, measuring about 17 in.
In this respect the Asiatic species differs very widely from its African relative, whose nutriment is largely composed of boughs and roots.
Unlike the African species, the Indian elephant charges with its trunk curled up, and consequently in silence.
The African elephant is a very different animal from its Asiatic cousin, both as regards structure and habits; and were it not for the existence of intermediate extinct species, might well be regarded as the representative of a distinct genus.
Among its characteristics the following points are noticeable.
It is hunted chiefly for the sake of the ivory of its immense tusks, of which it yields the principal source of supply to the European market, and the desire to obtain which is rapidly leading to the extermination of the species.
Nothing was stated as to the probability of an increase in the stature of the French Congo animal as it grows older; but even if we allow another foot, its height would be considerably less than half that of a large Central African bull of the ordinary elephant.
The most important of these are the greater tolerance by the African animal of sunlight, and the hard nature of its food, which consists chiefly of boughs and roots.
The latter are dug up with the tusks; the left one being generally employed in this service, and thus becoming much more worn than its fellow.
The Indian flying-squirrel (P. oral) leaps with its parachute extended from the higher branches of a tree, and descends first directly and then more and more obliquely, until the flight, gradually becoming slower, assumes a horizontal direction, and finally terminates in an ascent to the branch or trunk of the tree to which it was directed.
The rugged Spanish coast is indented by many fjord-like inlets, especially in the west, where navigation is sometimes difficult and dangerous; but its rivers are comparatively unimportant.
But among archaeologists the word is usually restricted in its technical modern application to a sepulchral mound of greater or less magnitude.
In a variety of ways it does a great deal of social service similar to that of gilds of help. Its administration has always been in the hands of laymen, and it works through local "conferences" or branches, the general council having been suspended because it declined to accept a cardinal as its official head.
The atomist would say, "Yes, it is broken up into its atoms, and these are distributed throughout the spaces between the particles of water."
The rival philosopher, who believes water to be continuous and without spaces between its particles, has a greater difficulty in accounting for the disappearance of the sugar; he would probably say that the sugar, and the water also, had ceased to exist, and that a new continuous substance had been formed from them, but he could offer no picture of how this change had taken place.
In fact, he did so much to make the atomic theory of matter probable that he is popularly regarded as its originator.
It is evident that if our experiments are solely directed to the verification of this law, they should, if possible; be carried out in a hermetically closed vessel, the vessel and its contents being weighed before and after the chemical change.
He belonged to a noble family of Scotch descent, tracing its origin to Walter Stutt, who in 1420 accompanied the earls of Buchan and Douglas to the court of France, and whose family afterwards rose to be counts of Tracy.
In 1808 he was elected a member of the French Academy in place of Cabanis, and in 1832 he was also named a member of the Academy of Moral Sciences on its reorganization.
He appeared, however, only once at its conferences, owing to his age and to disappointment at the comparative failure of his work.
It is formed by the junction of the Bafing or Black river and the Bakhoy or White river, and its chief affluent is the Faleme.
The first rise in the lower Senegal is due to the rains in the source region of the Faleme, the flood water passing down that stream more quickly than down the Bafing owing to its shorter course.
Leo Africanus rightly describes its lower course as "severing by its winding channel the barren and naked soil from the green and fruitful."
Owing to the historical past of Naples, and its social and economic condition at the end of the 17th century, the only study that really flourished there was that of law; and this soon penetrated from the courts to the university, and was raised to the level of a science.
By his exposition of the political history of the kingdom, based on a study of its laws and institutions and of the legal conflicts between the state and the court of Rome, Pietro Giannone was the initiator of what has been since known as civil history.
Giovan Vincenzo Gravina wrote a history of Roman law, specially distinguished for its accuracy and elegance.
In Rhabdopleura each zooid forms its own delicate tube composed of a characteristic series of distinct rings.
In correspondence with the fundamental constitution of the zooid, each of the three segments has its own body-cavity separated from the others.
A ventral vessel occurs on the anterior side of the metasome and forms a loop extending down the entire length of the stalk, while a " heart " projects into the cavity of the pericardium, probably connected on the ventral side of the notochord with the ventral vessel, and on its dorsal side with the dorsal vessel.
It is the chief health resort of the state, and its climate is one of the finest in Australia; it has a mean annual temperature of 58.6° F., and the summer heat is never excessive.
Its presence has also been detected in the sun and in meteoric iron.
Strangely enough, the government did not refuse its consent.
Though the family lost most of its possessions during the Mahratta invasion in the 14th century, it never became tributary to any Malwa chief.
Having devoted much time to the study of the Latin writers, historians, orators and poets, and filled his mind with stories of the glories and the power of ancient Rome, he turned his thoughts to the task of restoring his native city to its pristine greatness, his zeal for this work being quickened by the desire to avenge his brother, who had been killed by a noble, a member of the ruling class.
Returning to Rome about April 1344 he worked for three years at the great object of his life, the restoration of the city to its former position of power.
His government was costly, and to meet its many expenses he was obliged to lay heavy taxes upon the people.
The church of All Saints is mentioned in Domesday, and tradition ascribes the building of its nave to King John, while the western side of the tower must be older still.
The principal part of the city lies between these two streams, with its great plaza in the centre.
Its trade is not large, however, owing to the costs of transportation.
It was captured by Pizarro in 1533, and it is said that its size and the magnificence of its principal edifices filled the Spaniards with surprise.
It was for many years an object of contention among the Spanish factions, but ultimately the greater attractions of Lima and its own isolation diminished its importance.
He was a learned man and a patron of scholars, and during his reign the Northumbrian kingdom partially recovered its prosperity.
He was succeeded in 705 by his son Osred, and under him and his successors Northumbria began rapidly to decline through the vices of its kings and the extravagance of their donations.
Its bed is now broad, studded with islands and enclosed by high banks.
Its chief tributaries on this last portion of its course are the Alz and the Salzach, and at Passau, 309 m.
Its rapid current does not permit of extensive navigation, but timber rafts are floated down from above Innsbruck.
Its chief exports are of cotton, hemp, sugar and stone.
Golitsuin was a typical representative of Russian society of the end of the 17th century in its transition from barbarism to civilization.
On the 13th of April 1396 he obtained ratification of the parsonage of St Stephen's, Walbrook, presented on the 30th of March by the abbot of Colchester, no doubt through his brother Robert, who restored the church and increased its endowment.
His first college at Oxford, in perishing, gave birth to St John's College, which now holds its site.
A papal bull having also been obtained, on the 28th of August 1425, the archbishop, in the course of a visitation of Lincoln diocese, executed his letters patent founding the college, dedicating it to the Virgin, St Thomas Becket and St Edward the Confessor, and handed over the buildings to its members, the vicar of Higham Ferrers being made the first master or warden.
The foundation was closely modelled on Winchester College, with its warden and fellows, its grammar and song schoolmasters, but a step in advance was made by the masters being made fellows and so members of the governing body.
On the 18th of July 1542 it was surrendered to Henry VIII., and its possessions granted to Robert Dacres on condition of maintaining the grammar school and paying the master £10 a year, the same salary as the headmasters of Winchester and Eton, and maintaining the almshouse.
Both still exist, but the school has been deprived of its house, and the Fitzwilliam family, who now own the lands, still continue to pay only £10 a year.
Indeed, All Souls was more of a lay foundation than its model.