She handed him a light blue shirt.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
I put out the light by the bed.
What if a ray of light should flash through the darkened chambers of my soul?
She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.
But this one is too light, it's not becoming!
He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
There was a light step behind her, and then Allen's eyes widened as his attention shifted to a point behind her.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
The national weather forecast on television was calling for light snow in Arkansas.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church tower, far away.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
The dim instrument panel light revealed a strong profile with an aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones.
He thought that a wonderful light was shining around him.
The heads of the dragonettes were as big as barrels and covered with hard, greenish scales that glittered brightly under the light of the lanterns.
In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
She crawled out of bed, snapping on the light as her stocking feet hit the floor.
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
She rubbed her eyes and tilted her watch crystal around until the light reflected enough to read the dial.
Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.
The light was coming from under a closed door at the end of a hallway.
This encouraged me greatly, and I sped on to the end of the ordeal with a light heart and a steady hand.
Now we have an interlocked banking system that moves money around the world at light speed.
Clutching her light jacket closer, she turned toward the house.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
She shivered in her light cotton nightgown and curled up into a ball.
She lifted the cat to her lap and turned so the light from the doorway would fall on the foot.
He followed her out of the room, guiding her through the door with a light touch on her waist.
The light was so strong and the snow sparkled with so many stars that one did not wish to look up at the sky and the real stars were unnoticed.
She turned away and was about to ask the countess again how to go to him, when light, impetuous, and seemingly buoyant steps were heard at the door.
When the light bulb was cheaper and better, we ditched kerosene.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
Then another light flashed clear and bright by the side of the first one.
The day advanced as if to light some work of mine; it was morning, and lo, now it is evening, and nothing memorable is accomplished.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
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.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
Then he brushed the sand from her pants, finishing up with a light slap on her backside.
Suddenly an influx of light filled my house, though the evening was at hand, and the clouds of winter still overhung it, and the eaves were dripping with sleety rain.
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
The moon peeked shyly over the dunes and moved searching fingers of dim light across the dunes.
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
She stopped at a light and glanced at a shop to her right where some people were standing around talking.
Flipping a light on, he guided them to a corner and pulled the cloth from a painting.
The kid's the light of his life.
In what light must I appear to them! thought he, thinking of his troops.
It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
He was fully clothed and wore a light jacket.
The light was dim, and soon they mounted into total darkness, so that the Wizard was obliged to get out his lanterns to light the way.
Before me I saw a new world opening in beauty and light, and I felt within me the capacity to know all things.
It was hoped that one so peculiarly endowed by nature as Helen, would, if left entirely to her own resources, throw some light upon such psychological questions as were not exhaustively investigated by Dr. Howe; but their hopes were not to be realized.
I have now (March, 1892) read to Helen "The Frost Fairies," "The Rose Fairies," and a portion of "The Dew Fairies," but she is unable to throw any light on the matter.
It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
"How light it is, Nicholas!" came Sonya's voice.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
It feels warm today, but I always keep a light jacket in my saddle bags.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, tiny flecks of light were dancing across her vision.
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
All at once a light flashed out from the tower.
There was no light in my soul.
Perhaps the blue color of water and ice is due to the light and air they contain, and the most transparent is the bluest.
And at that moment, though the day was still, a light gust of wind blowing over the army slightly stirred the streamers on the lances and the unfolded standards fluttered against their staffs.
"I've come to sit with you a bit, Masha," said the nurse, "and here I've brought the prince's wedding candles to light before his saint, my angel," she said with a sigh.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
When they had come to the edge of the forest it was noticeably growing light over the field.
His step was light as he crossed the room and gently lifted Tammy into his arms.
It was Yancey, clad in boots, Jeans and a light blue polo shirt.
She threw the pillow over her head, drawing the light blanket up against her chin.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
Sometimes one came near to my window, attracted by my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
He held his head higher, his eyes shone with the light of life, and with swift steps he followed the maid, overtook her, and came out on the Povarskoy.
"Can it or can it not be?" he now thought as he looked at her and listened to the light click of the steel needles.
Yes, there is a light on North Street.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
I saw a light on in a large house so I... just walked in.
But this enabled them to proceed steadily until they came to a landing where there was a rift in the side of the mountain that let in both light and air.
A comfortable bed replaced the cot utilized in Peabody and absolute darkness proved more conducive to sleep than the leaked light that often snuck into our old quarters.
I turned on the light, calmed her down and slowly explained step by step what Julie had told me.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
It's this queer light that gives her that color.
The Mangaboos were much impressed because they had never before seen any light that did not come directly from their suns.
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.
In this country, as in all others they had visited underneath the earth's surface, there was no night, a constant and strong light coming from some unknown source.
The lanterns were beginning to grow dim, and the Wizard poured the remaining oil from one into the other, so that the one light would last longer.
A new light came into her face.
And feeling the bright light that flooded the whole place and the warm air heated by the crowd, Natasha little by little began to pass into a state of intoxication she had not experienced for a long while.
A judge of horses and a sportsman, he had lately procured himself a large, fine, mettlesome, Donets horse, dun-colored, with light mane and tail, and when he rode it no one could outgallop him.
And with that light, and as if in reply to it, came the sound of guns ahead of them.
Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps.
"It's getting light, it's really getting light!" he exclaimed.
The horses that had previously been invisible could now be seen to their very tails, and a watery light showed itself through the bare branches.
The light was green and she accelerated across the intersection.
Not toothpaste or roads or libraries or light bulbs or aspirin or mirrors; not even Legos.
I wonder if she has any vague idea of colour--any reminiscent impression of light and sound.
What mysterious force guided the seedling from the dark earth up to the light, through leaf and stem and bud, to glorious fulfilment in the perfect flower?
The part of the room behind the columns, with a high silk-curtained mahogany bedstead on one side and on the other an immense case containing icons, was brightly illuminated with red light like a Russian church during evening service.
Rays of gentle light shone from her large, timid eyes.
And to attain this end, we have the light called conscience that God has implanted in our souls.
The bandage was taken off his eyes and, by the faint light of the burning spirit, Pierre, as in a dream, saw several men standing before him, wearing aprons like the Rhetor's and holding swords in their hands pointed at his breast.
They disappeared into the forest, and Count Orlov-Denisov, having seen Grekov off, returned, shivering from the freshness of the early dawn and excited by what he had undertaken on his own responsibility, and began looking at the enemy camp, now just visible in the deceptive light of dawn and the dying campfires.
She was sitting in an armchair placed sideways, screening the light of the candle from him, and was knitting a stocking.
Nicholas felt this, it seemed to him that everyone regarded the Italian in the same light, and he treated him cordially though with dignity and restraint.
Yet, there was something about him that attracted her like a June bug to a light bulb.
For they were in the streets of a beautiful emerald-green city, bathed in a grateful green light that was especially pleasing to their eyes, and surrounded by merry faced people in gorgeous green-and-gold costumes of many extraordinary designs.
That puts the court in too bad a light, replied Bilibin.
Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up, he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men coming toward him.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
With a saloon-type menu including huge sandwiches and burgers, this is not a place to go for a light meal.
The restaurant offers sandwiches and light lunches and has a full dinner menu.
The cafe's walls are decorated in bright crafts and pop music keeps the atmosphere light and fun.
Reaching inside the door, he flipped the light switch and the room was flooded with light from a ceiling fan.
A small frosted window allowed light to enter the room that was obviously a storage space for heirlooms.
As soon as I see the light, I will mount my horse and ride out to give the alarm.
"I will leave it till morning," he said; "then the light will be better."
At last he saw a ray of light far ahead of him.
It took a decade or two for the new medium to be seen in light of itself, not just in terms of what it displaced.
So dazzling was the light, it penetrated even the darkness that veils my eyes.
Many of the dreams that had delighted my young inexperience became beautifully less and "faded into the light of common day."
The light of understanding has shone upon my little pupil's mind, and behold, all things are changed!
Miss Sullivan had put out the light and gone away, thinking I was sound asleep.
It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed before me.
A gentle, mild light poured from them.
A light footstep and the clinking of spurs were heard at the door, and the young count, handsome, rosy, with a dark little mustache, evidently rested and made sleeker by his easy life in Moscow, entered the room.
By the dim light, to which Pierre had already become accustomed, he saw a rather short man.
"Now thou hast seen the lesser light," uttered a voice.
Though nothing of the kind had happened to her she was regarded in that light, and had even herself come to believe that she had suffered much in life.
Carmen fed her a light lunch and she lay down to sleep for a while.
Having sat still for a while he touched--himself not knowing why--the thick spot of paint representing the highest light in the portrait, rose, and recalled de Beausset and the officer on duty.
It was growing light, the sky was clearing, only a single cloud lay in the east.
It was the same panorama he had admired from that spot the day before, but now the whole place was full of troops and covered by smoke clouds from the guns, and the slanting rays of the bright sun, rising slightly to the left behind Pierre, cast upon it through the clear morning air penetrating streaks of rosy, golden-tinted light and long dark shadows.
It was a hot afternoon, and she had thrown a light cotton sundress over her swimsuit.
He dried a glass carefully, studying it against the light for spots.
He jumped up at the sound of her light step.
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.
On the march from Vyazma to Tsarevo-Zaymishche he rode his light bay bobtailed ambler accompanied by his Guards, his bodyguard, his pages, and aides-de-camp.
And it is all so simple, pale, and crude in the cold white light of this morning which I feel is dawning for me.
And the birches with their light and shade, the curly clouds, the smoke of the campfires, and all that was around him changed and seemed terrible and menacing.
She applied light colored lipstick and then put some on Destiny's lips.
I have a couple of polo shirts, but no light shirts.
Carmen reached over and flipped off the light.
Simple - hardwood floors and lots of light.
He sat up and turned on the light.
The storm was so bad and there was no warning light.
No wonder he didn't see the light.
Clouds drifted away from a full moon, drenching the patio with soft lunar light.
She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light.
The stone flipped back and forth, winking at her as it caught the light.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
Her head nodded once and she jerked it up, blinking in the lantern light.
Curtains shut out the light.
"Good night," he said as he snapped off the light.
That jug is grade double A light.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
I turned off the light.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
"Drop it!" a voice shouted from behind the light as I felt the knife press tighter against me!
Suddenly, the room was ablaze with light.
There was no light in the back of the house and I didn't have a flashlight so I had trouble getting the key in the lock.
After I managed to get in I fished around for a light switch and found they didn't work.
So he saves fifty cents 'cause the night light isn't burning?
Traffic was light and Molly kept us entertained with her chatter.
My prison had only a kerosene lamp for light.
Now that it's light, the federal boys who are running this show are back to the drawing board.
I felt panic when I noticed our kerosene lamp, our only light, was but half full of fluid.
We set about demolishing the table-like counter and had just completed it when our light began to fail.
Neither of us was proficient at using a saw and we'd managed only two rungs when exhaustion caught up with us and the light faded for permanently.
No light shorn from above us.
Molly woke me with a rib crushing hug as she pointed to a single star-like dot of light gloriously hanging above us!
More than a day followed until we'd chiseled, in ever increasing light, our precious opening.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
Light strobed through cracks in the boards, and the sidewalks teemed with shady-looking characters dressed all in black.
Light spilled across the church as a door leading to the chambers in the rear opened.
Dusty surveyed the blackened ruins of the church in the grainy light of dawn.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
The sheets were so fine and light they seemed to melt against her skin.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
She shooed Sunny away from her half-eaten pancakes and paced the living room until light faded completely from the horizon.
He kissed her long and light, enjoying the sensations of her body as she became aroused.
He gave her a light kiss, unable to resist.
His bleached hair was disheveled, his eyes squinting at the hall light.
Dusty pushed the door opened and flipped on the light.
His light was off, a sign he'd been sleeping too hard to notice someone come in.
Instead they searched their surroundings wildly in the light of periodic lightning and the fire at the far end of the hall.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
She crept in and turned on a light, relieved when it worked.
His first kiss was light, as if he were testing her.
His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was light and opened the comforting flow of energy between them.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
The light faded from the vamp's eyes, and it slid to the ground.
Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
Her green eyes pierced him to the core, and a light flush spread across her skin.
The Watcher disappeared in a flicker of light.
Jenn heard Jonny's door close, and the sound woke her from her light sleep.
The windows of the compound at the peak of the mountain were protected by film to keep light from leaking out.
Only the reflection of the white snow and grey sky provided light once she stepped outside.
The day dawned cloudy and cold with a light rain that chilled her after ten minutes.
She was soon soaked by a light drizzle and stretched to keep her stiffening muscles warm.
He gathered his power, and an orb of light formed in his hands.
Light rippled through the clouds.
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The Texas sun was gentle, and Yully enjoyed the light breeze and warmth after the Irish autumn.
He disappeared in a wink of light.
Do they know what makes you allergic to light and eat raw steaks covered in peanut butter for every meal?
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
The Watcher nodded and disappeared in a wink of light.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Her hand dropped from her eyes to reveal a furry, fanged monster from a nightmare framed against the light.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
She emerged into the bright light of a warm December afternoon and began to melt.
Her eyes were swollen and red, the silver glowing in the dim light of the room.
Light from the hidden hall filled the wine cellar.
Han slammed the door open, and she squeezed her eyes closed, expecting the light from the hallway to hurt her.
She'd wasted her first day of light.
"That would be a description of his ego and nothing else," the brooding blond said with a light French accent.
A light knock at his door distracted him from both painful thoughts.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.
She flipped on the light and opened the dress box.
Pierre spoke from her doorway, framed against the light of the hall.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
Two bowed his head, and the green-eyed man was gone in a sparkle of light.
In a gentle flicker of light, he was gone.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light in his eyes.
The light in his eyes was response enough.
The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn's, one she couldn't place.
The dual sub orbs were dim, casting a sickly light over Hell.
A reason why she was the only light in a very dark place.
The air was hot and dry, the two suns too dim to shed much light into the black fortress.
The familiar light appeared.
He was older, in his mid-thirties, and the light took longer to appear in his eyes than it had the younger man.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
Darkyn didn't back down, and the light of lust flared in his gaze.
He lifted Selyn's eyelids and shone a light to watch her pupils.
She was dressed comfortably in jeans and a light sweater.
The light of the black fire was too dim for her to see much more than the outline of his form.
The single cone of light flickered on the dripping stone, casting yellow dancing goblins in its shadowy glow as the pair stumbled forward.
"Scared?" he grinned, turning, the light beneath his chin illuminating his Halloween face.
For a moment her heart leapt, fearful their light had died permanently, trapping them in this awful place.
"Give me the damn light!" she shrieked, her anger overcoming her fear as she grabbed for the flashlight.
She cried out as he turned yet another corner and his fading yellow light receded into darkness.
With an outstretched hand she touched the wall and managed to feel her way around the corner until she could see the weak glow of the near-extinguished light far ahead.
Then the light started dimming.
He climbed into bed next to his wife but didn't turn off the light.
She plopped back down and shaded her eyes against the light.
She was obsessed with them locating him and transporting his bones to the light of day.
It all has to do with the light.
It was only a week past the longest day of the year and still light outside but Dean joined her, in case she changed her mind and needed him.
If he did switch them and his little gag came to light, it wouldn't only cost him the election; it would cost him his whole career.
Fred said Brandon Westlake was already gone—off to capture the columbine in dawn's early light.
He held it closer to his light.
"It's been a day," she sighed as she reached for the light.
Dean handed the phone to his wife as the light went on like in the comic books—a flashing bulb of inspiration.
David Dean was hanging patriotic bunting by dawn's early light when Cynthia finished setting out the usual assortment of pastries for the guests and joined her husband for the short walk to the Community Center.
It will be light for a couple more hours at least.
As he started his Jeep, Ginger Dawkins, light blue sweater slung over her arm, came up the street and gave Dean an innocent wave.
It was still light enough to see across the gorge when an opening in the trees allowed, but the long swing to the far end of valley was away from the direction the vehicle had driven and blocked from sight by the curve of the canyon.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
She stepped far enough from the light that he could read the look of panic on her face.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
He could see tears streaking down her face in the glow of his light.
The next eruption, and the one after it, gave insufficient light to help, but then a multiple display hung in the sky like a full moon, giving time for his eyes to search left and right.
He had turned to check Lydia's light above him when another display followed.
Without the light in front of him, his progress was brief pictures taken by the flashes from the sky.
There was no verbal reply—only a returning wave of her light.
He yelled a response and blinked his light.
As if in celebration, the fireworks ended in a fury of light and muffled noise.
You're a little light on free time yourself.
There followed a call from Groucho, whose name Dean learned was Coleridge, telling of a report that the Boyd pair was sighted in Kansas, stopped for a tail light violation on Sunday afternoon.
She popped open her halter, nearly spilling the contents, and took out her cigarettes, but didn't light one.
Dean biked to the jail in the failing light of the July evening.
She was no more than a silhouette in the pale light.
Dean felt the wall behind him for a light switch.
It can't do any harm and it may shed light on his intentions.
Not much beyond that, because, as she put it, she and Caleb didn't stick around 'cause the light went out almost at once.
There were errands to run: a walk to the variety store for light bulbs—a matron in 2C had filched every one before departing—a toilet plunger job in 3B.
He continued to grope his way forward until the first turn in the tunnel closed off what little light spilled in from the entrance.
Suddenly, a light appeared, not from before but behind him.
I remembered the flash light in the Jeep, from the last time.
They were nearly there, though no other light except their own was visible.
"Don't talk foolishly," Dean said, trying to keep his voice light.
He had the only light.
The colors of the mortal world were brilliant, the light in her bedchamber blinding her.
"Light, off!" she commanded the annoying overhead lights.
Light flared suddenly behind her, and she turned curiously.
The world faded into shadow and light then into an uncomfortable darkness, not quite sleep but not consciousness either.
One minute, he was admiring the light of anger in her eyes.
Gabriel squinted, unaccustomed to so much light after all his years in the underworld.
They're pretty light on their feet for being so big.
His gaze went to the Oracle, who had shed no light on what was going on in his underworld.
The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
Gabriel left the portal and blinked at the bright light of Tamer's study.
He stood and headed for the door, shutting off the light as he left his home office.
I have a light schedule today anyway... nothing that can't wait.
Around the tree by the pond, daffodils tipped their trumpets away from the light breeze.
Another vehicle came down the hill, a red flashing light attached to the top.
Specks of light flashed in her eyes and then her knees gave way.
The light green scrubs made his long features look sallow and the pale blue eyes that fixed on her seemed more tired than interested.
He had blue eyes like Katie, and light colored hair.
He was on light duty, working only with small animals; and part time.
In the dim light it was hard to tell what his expression was.
She reached up and shut off the light, crawling back under the covers.
Infected by the terror in his voice, she sat up and flipped on the light.
His tone became light.
I'm just … waiting for the green light.
The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.
Gabe saw the screen light up with a text message.
Would the deity shed light on what Gabriel was doing wrong?
Something about him touched her on a level that left her feeling at peace, as if he, too, understood what it was to face death each day and struggle to see the light instead of the surrounding darkness.
She opened the door and flipped on the light.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
Sensitive to the light after years in the underworld, his head felt like it was going to explode.
She laughed, waiting for the light to change so she could cross the street.
In that light, his reaction to her appeared less like that of a moody homicidal maniac and more like one of a jilted lover.
A light knock at the door made her stop in place.
She couldn't remember seeing his chiseled features in full light without being drunk or terrified.
The light from the water was bright enough to show who stood on the opposite shore, caught in what looked like a lover's embrace.
Wynn's gaze was on the figures across the lake, his impassive features bathed in green light.
The bottom of the lake was lined with green gems, the source of the strange light.
Pain, white light, peace.
His kiss on her temple was light.
He'd never viewed the Code in this light, as more than his master.
The lake blinked out for a second, the light gone completely, then blinked back on, this time much, much dimmer.
He'd always known the source of Death's magic was the souls, but he'd never seen his predecessor wield the light of the souls.
She opened her eyes when the light pressure of his fingers left her face.
He said nothing, even as the last finger of light faded from the horizon and starlight replaced the sun.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
It was light enough that she felt naked, especially with the cut that left her back, arms and shoulders completely exposed.
He was out of place, a bright light in the corner of the dimly lit room, dressed casually in jeans, T-shirt and hiking boots.
There was no way for her to measure the size of the chamber, for the darkness inside was more impenetrable than night, with the exception of a circle of light ten meters from the door.
She focused on the chart he held up to the light.
You let me see my Gabriel in a whole new light.
Yet the lithe woman with the transparent skin and glow was exactly what people saw when they went: a bright, beautiful, peaceful light.
The light flashed away, leaving her in blackness studded with dim bulbs.
The light returned to her eyes, and she bit her tongue to keep from griping.
He said nothing, but the light disappeared and she heard him scrawling.
The placards on each of the other doors were blank, the doors closed with no sign of light around the edges.
He was in black, unaffected by the cold or the light settling over him, outlining him like glitter on black construction paper.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
There were dark circles beneath her light eyes, her hair was in a half-assed lumpy ponytail, and her face was so pale and drawn, she looked ill.
A light tap sounded at the door.
She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
Another boom, another flash of light outside the window, another shudder as the building struggled to stand upright.
The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.
She wanted to see what the beast looked like, what kind of monster he'd be, yet knew if she saw him in full light, he was on his way to kill her.
She tied the lengths of rope together and hunted for and found the perfect boulder in the cave: a loose, rounded rock the size of both her fists that was light enough for her to throw.
He disappeared into one without turning on the light.
She trailed, groping around the wall nearest the door until she found a light switch.
the fractured light, his eyes glowing with quiet fury.
He guided her through the fog, and they emerged in a dark room with the light of streetlamps filtering through two windows across what looked another hotel room.
He didn't answer but crossed to a window and flipped on a light.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
The room was more welcoming than she expected, the stone walls covered and smoothed with Sheetrock painted a light green and edged with pumpkin orange.
Light sweaters, long-sleeved shirts, a couple pairs of jeans.
Megan helped and stacked socks and underwear in her pile and then brought her a light wool jacket, leather gloves, hat, and scarf.
She almost felt normal in the jeans and light sweater.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
The food was heavenly, the duck crisped to perfection in a light, tangy sauce, the vegetables still fresh.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
She was barely on her feet and debated whether or not she'd get up to turn off the light or fall asleep right there.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
"I want the light on, Gabriel," she said.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
Kris lit another torch to shed light on the murals on the floor.
The room consisted of a massive bed with black bedding and white pillows, a wardrobe and trunks, and yawning windows to the sky that light never touched.
Light exploded into his thoughts.
The half moon.s light made the snow-covered forest glow eerily.
Hannah never traveled light, and there was no way of knowing what Kris was doing.
Gabriel.s small cottage was lit by a single candle that cast light on a collection of weapons along one wall and a few books on a bookshelf on another.
The hidden sun was setting, and the white snow clouds glowed eerily, lit by the last rays of light.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
She flooded the studio with light, then pulled another blank canvas from the closet and perched it on her easel.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?
A yellowish glow emitted from some unseen light source in the grey walls reminded her of a late winter afternoon that never ended.
A flicker of light, and the clothing appeared on a slate grey slab serving as a bench near the door.
A light, warm breeze brushed her cheek.
Romas's people were fair skinned with light hair in varying shades of blond and red.
She took in their bright clothing, glad she thought to wear light blue today.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
She raised her bracelet to the light, watching the colors reflect off of it and turning it pinkish-gold, like the prisoner's bracelet.
They broke free of the house into the dark night on a side of the house far from the light and merriment of the party.
They hovered through the air, at last reaching one of the ships, where a doorway yawned open to reveal the damp yellow light and grey corridors beyond.
It was light, a curved grey sword made of the same material as the beds and spaceships.
The man A'Ran fought was more than a foot taller, with light skin and black hair resembling one of the observers.
She lifted her head from her desk and blinked, the first fingers of dawn rendering the light of the room grainy and grey.
He wore light colors this day of tan, a shade that brought out the depth of honey in his skin.
A distant light was in Mansr's eyes, a faded glow about his face.
There was a flash of light and what sounded like frying eggs that brought her gaze to the other screen.
A light shined in her face, and she twisted, fear piercing her misery.
They rose and shone the light on her again.
She pushed the light away and shrugged, pulling her arm free.
The light went out.
It was lit with warm yellow light.
Mansr strode down one of the many paths lining the rocky hills, away from the encampment and into a part of the hills untouched by any but the moons' light.
The outline turned to a bright square of light, and she followed him again.
He shone a light in her face before hauling her to her feet.
She heard no signs of war but saw the distant night sky light up with orange and red flashes.
The group was silent and tense, the warriors flanking Evelyn eyeing Kiera as much as the distant flashes of light.
The Qatwali warriors had looked her over in full light, as if to ensure she was no threat, then dismissed her with a look that said she ranked lower than the tarantula cat clinging to one wall.
She gazed at him in the moons' light, tears building again.
One hundred years ago the stream was damned by the Ouray Electric Power and Light Company.
Light snow had begun to fall—tiny crystals hardly visible in the light of the lamp across the street.
Standing there, silhouetted against the upstairs light, he was once again reminded of his prior night's dream.
"As opposed to?" she answered as she switched off the light and slipped in beside him.
Dean read the words Cynthia had carefully transcribed: The night has passed at last though it will be many more hours before the sun shows its golden face to give light to this mid-winter morning.
She gave him a "you're-incorrigible" look as she switched out the light.
I was light as a feather back then.
She appeared in no hurry and was dressed in only in a light sweater.
When the stream became visible, the flow was light, a far cry from the raging torrent Dean remembered from late spring when the melting snow increased the flow of the Uncompahgre a hundred fold.
Now that you're going to make a little money on those gold coins, added to what you took in on that Flotsam Electronics stock last June, maybe you should consider seeing the light and turning Republican.
Cynthia acknowledged her reluctant agreement with a deep sigh and no further conversation as Dean extinguished the light.
Here, my duties are light, even less than our Emma back in Boston.
She fluffed up her pillow and turned away as he turned out the light.
They'd have you sitting down under a hot light, spending a few hours while a gang of suits practiced twenty questions on you.
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
Dean put out the office light and undressed for bed.
Dean paused at the County's sole traffic light, a recent addition and, in some minds, a reluctant bow to progress.
She was dressed for spring in only a light sweater and glared at Dean as if he were a street mugger before surrendering her torn and ancient luggage.
He turned out the light.
The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.
Edith scrambled from the bed as Dean turned on the light.
The telephone in faraway Indiana rang, first in their agreed sequence, then twenty times before Dean gave up and turned out the light.
We'll keep it light.
Do you think you're capable of that, keeping it light?
He had promised to keep tonight light, and would, but it was killing him.
She was light as a feather and moved freely with him.
When he hit the master switch that bathed all the cars at once in light, he turned to watch her reaction.
Jackson took in the beauty of her body with the light of day.
It has the bay window, great natural light.
Jackson picked up the diamond and held it to the light.
He dropped a light kiss on her temple then sauntered to the bar.
Ahead of her, Katie stepped off the wooden porch into the ankle high snow and followed the trail Carmen had broken earlier on her trip to light the stove in the dairy.
He grabbed the hen by the wing and headed for a sliver of light shining through the coop door.
Her tone was light, but Josh scowled at her.
He was gazing down at her, their faces illuminated by light coming through the window in the door.
Alex was here... and he knew how to light a fire.
Those eyes were warm, reflecting a mood somewhere between sober and light humor.
In the glow of the dome light he glanced up at her.
The dome light went off as he shut the door.
The outline of the dairy was dim in the early dawn light, but the intermittent barking from Brutus was like a beacon.
Carmen woke to a dim light shinning through her bedroom window - only the window was in the wrong place - and the bed was hard.
This light banter was one of the things she had missed most about him - that and his confidence.
A light wind whispered across the grass and a cloud drifted over, blocking the sun from her face.
She opened the barn door and flipped on the light.
I was just getting off to sleep when you turned the light on.
Outside the circle of light lay a small form, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed fur with copper highlights.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
The forms were getting braver, darting out from the trees and then retreating when she flashed the light in that direction.
She backed away slowly, flashing the light on the forms, and then ducked into the barn, grabbing a feed sack she remembered throwing beside the barn door.
As she emerged from the barn, one of the forms was nearing the circle of light.
The wild dogs were gathering around the circle of light now, and two of them boldly began to devour Penny.
She screamed at him and flashed the light in his eyes, but he wasn't impressed.
He squinted at his watch in the dim light.
He led her across the wide porch and unlocked the door, flipping on the light.
She focused on the dim light of her microcomputer acting as a page marker in the antique book on her nightstand.
Roving searchlights splashed the Undersecretary with brilliant white light.
Nope. Just told the commo guy he wouldn't ever see the light of day again if he touched the commo pad.
The light around the doorframe went dark, and the three opened fire.
He turned to address Dan, when the sagging building behind them exploded into flames and light.
Heat then red light washed over them.
The facility was clean and elegant with crisp light emanating from glowing orbs on the walls.
Light, water, you have food, too?
The interior of the command hub was darkened, aside from the light of systems and screens on all the walls.
Light flashed and Lana gave a strangled cry as the laser gun glanced off her wrist.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
Her actions suddenly struck him in a different light.
The keypad lit up, and light spilled from a door that opened slowly.
Heart hammering, Lana rose to her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
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