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This made him very proud of his skill.
Tik-tok moved by clockwork, and was made all of burnished copper.
Katie made a face.
This was a decision she had already made once - but not really.
He was a very wise and powerful ruler, and he made his country the greatest of any that was then known.
He made a boat for himself.
Even so, she was the one who had made the rule.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
Real horses, like myself, are made of flesh and blood and bones.
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Alex made a face.
They stopped by the side of the road and made their manners.
She made a face at him.
Katie said she should confront him when he did that - tell him how it made her feel.
AdvertisementThis made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.
Henry, the Duke of Richmond, made war upon him and defeated him in a great battle.
Technology has made us ever more productive.
He didn't want to go and he had made no effort to get along with his father.
And finally she made a wicked plan to satisfy her depraved appetite for pork.
AdvertisementHe was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
We've been married for nearly five years, and we just made love.
He made a face and stopped his horse.
In World War II, for instance, the Singer Corporation, of sewing-machine fame, made handguns for the war effort.
She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.
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Zeb also wanted to see his home, and although he did not find anyone morning for him, the sight of Hugson's Ranch in the picture made him long to get back there.
Mother, what are the clouds made of?
What is it about them and their lives that made them live so long or so well?
She was pleased with anything which made a noise.
He says his hand is just made for a baby's seat.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
She made a face...
For the most part, the work she did for the Giddon family was little more than she would have done at home - with the exception that at home she probably would have made a sandwich instead of a meal.
The idea made her smile.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
It sounds like you've already made up your mind.
Howie made a special note of thanking everyone for going along with his dream obsession, apologizing for hogging our time.
She made her case.
They made bunches of them.
Just thinking of him made her body heat and her heart flip.
He made his way through the crowded halls, grunting under the weight of the man.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
So they welcomed Coriolanus very kindly and made him the general of their army.
We have, in fact, envisioned a better world and have made it happen.
But the choice will be ours and will be made based on facts.
They accurately described the construction of DNA as a double helix and showed how its structure made replication both possible and reliable.
The vendor is usually made to "eat" the charge.
Etsy allows people to trade their crafts, items they have made with their own hands and materials.
And yet pencils get made, more than a billion of them a year, and they are essentially given away.
After your raise, you made $1 million, paid $600,000 in taxes, and were left with $400,000—twenty times more after-tax income.
Each year a payment is made to each resident of Alaska.
Before recorded music, the best musicians made a good living but weren't extremely wealthy.
Even using extremely primitive technology, we have made marvelous progress.
Napoleon Bonaparte made a comment along these lines when he stated, "Man is entitled by birthright to a share of the Earth's produce sufficient to fill the needs of his existence."
At Helen's request Bishop Brooks made an address.
It made him afraid.
That made all their children her aunts and uncles, and their grandchildren her cousins.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
Alex instantly provided a little white bag and she made use of it.
Consequently, it made more sense to submit to Alex than argue with him.
Corn seasoned with red bell peppers and black beans made a colorful vegetable.
When Destiny wanted to wear a ring like mommy, Carmen tied a yellow ribbon around her finger and made a bow of it on the top.
It was the first time they made love any place outside their bedroom, and it was way beyond exciting.
It wasn't one night of loving that made the difference.
Why lie when she made it so easy for him to avoid talking about it at all?
Alex contacted his father and then made flight arrangements.
She glanced down at the straining bodice and made a face.
They had already made arrangements for Katie and Bill to watch Jonathan and Destiny while they went to pick up the babies.
The moment had made him acutely aware of the instinct to replicate.
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
The evening sun made eerie shapes in the forested landscape.
The car made one more circle in the road and then lunged at the cliff.
An empty stomach made the experience less embarrassing.
Sarah made a face.
It was on one of those occasions that Lisa made her first perplexing discovery.
The shadow made her long legs look short.
I must have made quite a spectacle.
His bloodshot gaze wandered over her figure in a way that made her regret leaving her beach robe in the house.
His remark about how she looked in the swimsuit made it obvious that he saw her as something more than a baby sitter or maid.
Sarah made an excuse of putting Tammy down for a nap and left them alone.
Oh yes, he had overheard her conversation with Allen earlier and made his own deductions.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
In fact, I think my big mouth made him all the more determined.
As he had once said, he was a man of his word and he made no more advances.
The sun made long shadows of her figure as she walked to the house.
Apparently his mood had been inspired by the telephone call she made to Connie a few nights ago.
And yet, Howard made no move to call for help.
No. What made you think that?
I think you made it clear last night.
I think helping Lisa has made me realize that one person can make a difference.
He made a face and then delved into his food.
I made the mistake of telling her that parents of two of the girls wanted me here to protect them from thieves and murderers.
Tugging on her socks and sneakers, she made the bed and left the room.
Brandon should have told them, and when they finally made it to the barn, she said as much.
Julia made a face.
The agony she saw in his eyes made her stomach roll.
Do you know how that made me feel?
She had made her intentions clear from the beginning.
Hadn't she been supportive of Brandon when he made his foolish move of dropping out of college?
She started to toss the letter aside, and then something made her read on.
What made you so bitter about men?
Not surprising, since they made all the laws.
She made no effort to catch them, letting them fall at her feet.
Something about his flippant answer made her think he would be a master at verbal fencing.
The sweet smell made her mouth water, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
If you weren't appreciated, you wouldn't have made it past the first trip.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
No. I can only assume that they made it to Ashley.
The decision made, she left the room to find Bordeaux.
Cassie made a face.
For Bordeaux, the experience made him valuable.
The twins begged me to bring you back, so I made it part of my plans.
Whatever the case, she always made sure his table was ready when he arrived.
Tossing her gown aside, she hurriedly pulled on some sweats and made the bed.
The bed was made and she found his clothes in the hamper.
He had made his choice - suggesting something else would be rude.
No point mulling over a decision she had already made.
What made you single out that room?
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
A fact he had made abundantly clear.
Cade made the introductions.
He winked and made the OK hand sign.
She quirked a brow and made an exaggerated point of putting her hair back in order, tossing her head pertly and smiling up at him.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
With her bed made, she crept down the stairs and across the family room floor.
She made a face and he smiled.
Was it wishful thinking that made her so certain that he wasn't?
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
Claudette pushed the door open slowly and demurely made her way across the room.
His sympathy only made matters worse and she hiccupped.
He followed her to the family room and made sure she was safely lying down before he left.
Over the next couple of weeks, Cynthia made a few visits to town, once taking in a movie before she returned.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
After all, she had made the first move, turning her head as he kissed her cheek.
The man she made love to last night or the recluse - Cade?
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
The statement was simple and honest, and somehow it made her feel better.
Actually, I've had to have some replacement parts specially made.
Which made three times you were broaching the subject of matrimony and I thwarted your attempts.
Zach squirmed and made soft baby noises.
He made no move to leave.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
The weather made outdoor activities unrealistic.
I spent months being probed, questioned, talked about and made to feel a freak.
Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.
Something made me think I wasn't finished with Howie Abbott.
Between times we made plans for a trip to Iowa where I'd meet my in-laws for the first time and we'd firm up plans for our October wedding, to be held on Betsy's home turf.
We were tip toeing toward something impossible and it made me nervous.
She even made my reservations and got me a discount.
As much progress as we've made, we still haven't proved his visions represent real happenings.
Here we were, caught up in the euphoria of our accomplishments, like a group of dissimilar workers sharing a winning power ball ticket, and thinking that success made us friends for ever.
Finally, sitting by the statue in Duffy Square, I made the phone call.
It came from Boston, a few hundred miles away; sort of like the tip you just made.
An undisclosed ransom demand was made.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
Martha made the call, saying she thought she saw a girl taking a short cut across the pond.
You've made other tip calls, haven't you?
Personally, the thought we might work together in one location, absent the hectic schedule presently exhausting us, made me giddy and set my mind a-tumble with possibilities.
She made sure her computer was solely a word processor with no on line capabilities so no one could ever hack into it.
Three calls were telephoned from Boston, New York and Connecticut while two were made on untraceable phones.
To ask Brennan directly might lead to us so I made up a story we were checking old cases to see if someone released from prison might have returned to this type of crime.
He reiterated he'd made no move to learn of our location or names.
We couldn't do anything because abduction wasn't made public for three days and the child went missing sometime during a twelve hour overnight period.
If our privacy was assaulted by some mistake we made, at least we could start over.
He practically made me call my brother and now I'm going up to Weston Priory in Vermont and spend the week with him.
Progress is being made.
You've made the big time!
I don't really know, but I think I answered one of the first calls they made.
He'd even made the coffee, albeit insipidly.
I volunteered no more information, nor did he want it, doubly so now that he might be suspected of having ties to us because of the frequent inquiries he made.
Her stammering made it obvious she'd taken at least some of the calls.
When I made a move to end the conversation, Brennan indicated there was more.
When I heard the same voice, I made an impassioned plea.
If our boy made his getaway at more than five or ten miles an hour, you can bet your ass he was on one of these babies.
When I made a face, she said, "It gets better after you've had a few."
I had an idea how it made him feel.
Martha made no move to cover herself.
Betsy made no move to assist but continued to eat her sandwich.
I'm checking ports of entry for vehicles that made that crossing.
I made it to the circle park at the head of Main Street and drank in the sunshine on a park bench.
Quinn made me listen to the details of each unsuccessful attempt before he finally, got around to the facts.
I never made a speech or a sermon... at least one I remember.
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.
It made no sense.
How else could someone have made a connection directly to Howie?
The dates a motor home made the trip in and out stack up perfectly.
Perhaps it was best; hadn't Betsy and I made a similar decision to stop our activities only hours earlier?
Then, these near silent sobs would have turned to shrieks of anguish while I made the young beauty my own.
He immediately turned on his lights and made a quick U turn.
Bumpus got loose when something made a noise in the woods.
Martha and Quinn made their own decision; you didn't chase them off.
But what made the police seek out the woman and child and drive directly to them?
Reverend Humphries made us all good Christians.
What made this guy so different from the others?
Ample mention was made of alcohol as the fuel for the engine of lust.
While I had no direct evidence the attendees were all registered sex offenders, the way they nodded and agreed at the mention of deviant sexual behavior made me feel I might be unique among like penitents.
What he said made sense.
He was as speechless as I had been as we hugged each other and somehow made it into my room.
When I said it out loud to Howie, it made sense.
We may not have made his name public but that doesn't mean no one is looking for him and his motor home.
As we made the turn into the mall I could see at least half dozen police cruisers, some with lights still spinning, parked helter-skelter near the entrance.
He looked confused, but did my bidding as Paul made a quick U-turn and followed after the speeding vehicle.
His answer made 'once in a while' sound more like always.
I must have made a sound as my stomach again roiled and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
I made my decision, closed the door.
I had made a promise to her and I intended to keep it, regardless of the outcome.
Hard work made us thirsty and hungry as well.
But it was Howie's gift, he made the choice and we were part of it.
You can stop this war here, now, Purple-eyes said with a look that made her snap her eyes closed.
Saddened, she considered calling him to check in when a sudden pounding at the door made her jump.
The pale, dark-haired youth was drenched, but it was the wild look on his face that made her stop in the middle of the foyer and watch him pace with agitated energy.
She made her way to the hallway and breathed more easily in the less crowded space.
Talon looked her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl before he took her arm.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.
His tone made her want to crawl back into the tub and remain Talon's slave forever.
The idea that Jonny would turn out to be like Talon made her chest clench.
Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.
He said nothing, his decision already made.
The comparison made her breath catch.
The sight of her shapely form in his bed made his blood burn for a different reason.
Her conversation with Jenn made the world around her more concrete.
The sharpness of his tone made her jump.
Intercepts picked up a call Talon made to one of his guys who we know plans his recruitment fairs.
He wolfed down the sandwich Bianca made him, unable to remember the last time he'd eaten breakfast.
The news startled her, and she wasn't sure why it made her feel … bummed.
She'd automatically made enough dinner for three after cooking for Kyle and Jonny for three months.
He'd been too busy to eat again today since the sandwich she made him for breakfast.
It had something to do with the beautiful woman before him who made him feel for the first time in years.
He Traveled to the basement lab and perched next to Toni on a stool at a table bearing something that should've made him lose his appetite.
She still didn't understand the depth of her talents or how to control the visions, and being alone and away from her mate made some days unbearable.
Their knocking made her heart flip, and she covered her mouth at her gasp.
The scent of rain and oil made her nose crinkle after so long in the condo.
The friendly male voice made her jump.
They made a sexy pair.
His rules made it clear she was just another of his duties.
He had a feeling the worst was going to happen, and the sense he wouldn't be the only one who died this weekend if he had to depend on Darian made him feel sick to his stomach.
Sofi made me come.
His footsteps made no sounds, and the infected humans staggering through the streets walked through him.
Talon made him into a vamp.
She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.
His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our father's death, and we made a pact a few months ago to go there every year at the same time.
He slowed as he reached an intersection and made his way through the town to the outskirts, where small houses lined the street.
Sean poisoning her made no sense.
She made a show of resting her coat across the table, as if to say she wasn't leaving, and crossed to the small hall that contained the restrooms.
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
Jule's wariness made his senses heighten.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
She'd made it halfway up the stairwell when his voice rang out.
The intensity of his gaze made her warm on the inside.
She wasn't the threat the Watcher made her out to be.
The sight of her bruised cheek made his blood boil.
Jule was silent, realizing he had made that deal.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
He closed his eyes, remembering a time when he'd made a similar choice.
Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.
By the time she'd made the second stitch, he was unconscious and she was sick to her stomach.
None of the vamp's words made sense.
Just before dawn, she made herself soup and turned a box of cornmeal into bread.
The sense of communicating with him through their magics relaxed her, made her drowsy.
Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.
She pondered what made her decision so simple and touched her face again.
She sat for a moment, finally admitting she needed to embrace whatever it was about her that made her special.
The recent chain of events made it impossible for her to deny something serious was going on, and she was somehow involved.
His body rippled with angry power that made her keep her distance.
I mean, I might be able to seal the breach I made, if it doesn't get bigger and I can borrow Damian's power.
The fact the mysterious creatures could find him whenever they wanted made him cautious about outright opposing them.
Jonny looked at the massive vamp, who made no move to close the distance between them.
Vamps growled as she passed them but made no move to impede her.
Satisfied to have found his room, Jenn made her way back to the window, where Jonny remained.
Fog coated the ocean, and a cold, moist wind made her eyes water.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
She took it, and he pulled her in for a hug that made her sigh.
I think Sean made a mistake.
She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.
Most of it had frozen in the coldness that made Jenn's breaths hang in the air.
He made his choice.
The slow smile, the one that made her shiver, spread across his face.
Jule trailed, forcing himself to ignore the tingle of vamps that made him itch to reach for his weapons.
Realization of exactly what he'd asked for made Jule breathe out hard.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
You made the one who can stop you fall in love with you instead, her father said.
Instead of destroying him, it made him stronger.
Being surrounded by vamps all day and night made her crazy with the need to kill a few.
The mess in Ireland earlier made her body crawl in memory of the dangerous power.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The warmth of his body made her senses tingle with both need and happiness.
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and smiled, a brilliant sight that made her eyes sparkle and face glow.
The gravity in his voice made her afraid of what was to come.
She made her way to a coffee shop and sat at a table in the darker end of the shop, hot cocoa in hand.
The cryptic response made her hesitate.
There was a warning note in his voice that made her more uncomfortable.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
Sleeping with her made him feel … guilty, like he was betraying his brother's memory.
He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart skip a beat despite her pain.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
The thought of him made her feel like a girl in junior high being asked to her first dance.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
He maintained a shield around it that made it invisible to those who didn't know where it was.
Something about the woman made him think of things he'd not thought about in ages.
The window to a balcony was open, allowing in a cool night breeze that made the fire in the hearth dance.
A slow, languid smile crossed his features, one that made her body flush and ache for him.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
It was busy enough; she might be able to lose him if she made it to a crowd of people.
She sat, taking in the Goth décor that made the study as welcoming as a graveyard.
They heard a sound that made them freeze and look at each other.
Dizziness made him lose his regeneration powers.
She made one anyway and forced herself to eat it, blaming her recent trauma for her queasiness.
His tone made her back toward the door.
She made a face, drooling at the thought of Damian's blood again.
She gritted her teeth and turned to go, trying not to think of how jealous the idea of another woman made her.
The sight of the knife in her hand still made her squeamish.
The sound made her gut twist and her chest tighten.
She made out the shape of the bottom of a tattoo on his bicep, what looked like a half-sun.
That thought coupled with her nightmare made her even angrier at not being able to eat.
The sight of him in bed made her blood surge.
For her sake, he made an effort to behave, but he truly loved the openings she gave him.
If he made a choice, she wanted it to be the choice he'd make whether or not she was there.
A breeze made her curtains flutter, and she closed it, certain Claire's cries of ecstasy would soon fill the air around the mansion.
It sounded pretty, like the poof the desert dust made when the first drops of rain fell.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
Damian didn't care; Sofia liked Pierre, and he had a feeling Pierre's blunt dose of reality was soothing to her in a world where nothing else made sense.
He wanted her to see what he saw, the good his Guardians did for humanity, the courageous, selfless hearts of his men, the difference they made in fighting evil.
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
His gaze was stormy, but there was more there, a profound sadness that made the large man more human.
Linda flashed her a strained smile that made her feel welcome for the first time in a week before the pretty brunette gave the blond man, Lon, a hug and kiss.
His scent made her heart quicken and her drowsiness dissipate.
His gaze was trained on her with an intensity that made her body warm from the inside out.
His aloof response made her look up.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
There was a serious note in his voice that made her stop.
Shadows crawled over the world around her, and the tension in the air made it hard to breathe.
She fed from him silently and made every effort to avoid him in the meantime.
It made her uncomfortable.
It made her heart race.
You both made selfish choices.
I made a choice, too.
It made her feel hollow.
The wolf gave a low growl and made ready to meet him.
The stranger bent over him and looked at the picture he had made on the rock.
The pictures of Benjamin West made him famous.
They quickly surrounded him and made him their prisoner.
Then with his strong face aglow in their feeble light, he made a speech in favor of a law to help poor fishermen.
In the morning a good breakfast was served, and then Mr. Randolph made ready to start on his journey.
He made himself known, and the captain willingly agreed to carry him back to his own country.
So he raised a great army and made war against other countries.
The people of his country had made him their king; but as soon as he had made good laws for them he gave up his crown.
The Internet has made distributing music easy and has unleashed an astonishing amount of new material.
When have we seen so many fortunes made by so many so quickly?
A practitioner took a scab from someone with a mild case, made an incision in the skin of a healthy person, and infected that person with the scab.
Some suspect we can be made to be healthy and energetic to the age of one hundred thirty and that's it.
Direct payments are made to an increasing number of citizens and the size of those payments rise.
At one point, Tiger Woods got a dime for every box of Wheaties cereal with his photo on it, while the farmer was paid only a nickel for the wheat in that same box—and the farmer still made a profit.
Workers made $30 a month, $25 of which went to their parents.
I made a terrified noise that brought Viny, my old nurse, to the rescue.
My father made holes in these so that I could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented.
He held me on his knee while I examined his watch, and he made it strike for me.
Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll.
And He is happier than any of us because He is greater than any of us, and also because He not merely SEES your happiness as we do, but He also MADE it.
I am made of flesh and blood and bone, am I not?
Who made them serfs of the soil?
A comfortable house for a rude and hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their hands.
What if an equal ado were made about the ornaments of style in literature, and the architects of our bibles spent as much time about their cornices as the architects of our churches do?
So are made the belles-lettres and the beaux-arts and their professors.
Before winter I built a chimney, and shingled the sides of my house, which were already impervious to rain, with imperfect and sappy shingles made of the first slice of the log, whose edges I was obliged to straighten with a plane.
Sometimes that same look fell on Pierre, and that funny lively little girl's look made him inclined to laugh without knowing why.
God is my witness," and she made the sign of the cross, "I love her so much, and all of you, only Vera...
Alpatych made a slight movement.
Only in the very highest circles were attempts made to keep in mind the difficulties of the actual position.
This was shown not so much by the arrangements it made for crossing as by what took place at the bridges.
The children were playing at "going to Moscow" in a carriage made of chairs and invited her to go with them.
He turned and made his way through the doors he suddenly remembered traversing many times the past few days.
Damian's voice was soft, but his command made everyone in the hangar jump.
The depth of Claire's betrayal made him wish he could kill her again a thousand times over!
The idea made her panic.
Her room was made of black stone and quiet with no sounds except the crackle of fire.
Made of material softer than silk, the black dress she wore pooled at the top of her feet.
At the far end of the library was a creature that made her think twice about entering.
The small book it hefted made its stooped posture almost double over.
The tome was far heavier than she expected, made of something much different than cardboard and paper.
Her first deal was made more out of emotion than anything else.
During the quiet time she'd had since then, Deidre began to think she'd made a bad bet.
Gabriel's intense hatred was born of intense love and pain, and he'd clearly never made up his mind about her in the time they were together.
At least, this was what she hoped when she made the deal.
Something jarred her, a flash of magic, one that made her more nauseous than what she saw happen next.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
She was fighting a fever, one that made it hard for her to focus.
The thought of hurting him made the hand she pressed to his heart tremble.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
I made you a deal.
He eased into her body at first then made love to her hungrily, relentlessly pushing her deeper into the haze of pleasure and desire, until she arched beneath him, her body on the verge of shattering.
Just the thought made her head hurt worse.
The scents made her stomach roar to life.
Darkyn's amusement at the deal made her shudder.
Had he made her a demon?
It was of his lean body pressing her into the bed while they made love.
You made a deal for me.
You already know the Immortal mating is what made you feel that way towards Gabriel.
The husky laugh made her stomach flutter.
Her body responded to him in a way that made her angrier.
It was harder to resist him than it was Gabriel, which made her want to weep.
It was thick in her mouth, slightly sweet, and made her ravenous.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
I made a deal for you.
The way he said it made it clear he was making fun of her.
Made you face the truth before the first day was out.
He hadn't killed her, because of the bonds and a deal she made without knowing how important it was.
She said she made me, used me and was done with me.
The reminder of what her mate was made Deidre nauseous.
You made your choices, Wynn.
I, uh, made a deal with Darkyn a few days ago for him to remove my brain tumor.
I guess she made a deal with Darkyn.
I made her a deal that expires in four days, thinking I could reverse the bond.
Relief made the tears she'd been holding begin to fall.
It made her hungry to taste him.
Deals made while the negotiator is distracted or emotional are easier to win, he said.
She'd made one choice, and she'd never come home to this place again.
The sound of someone in the hallway made her freeze.
His scent and warmth only made her panic increase.
I, um, made a deal with Darkyn.
Gabriel made her heart flutter; Darkyn made it fly.
The feel of the hot skin of his chest against hers made her groan.
The idea he got out causing all her suffering made her frown.
His nonchalance made her angry.
It's made me cautious and appreciative of the importance of self-reliance.
The knowledge made her want to scream, knowing she'd spent years blindly letting him talk to her like this and encourage her with pretty words, while he ensured the tumor in her head killed her.
You can always walk away, she told him, repeating the words Darkyn used to lure her into the deal they made originally.
Deidre made it to the library a few minutes later.
Battle made him ruthless; Hell made him shrewd.
Watching him move made her blood heat.
Seeing her mirror image was a reminder that Deidre was created by a goddess with the sole intention of using and discarding the human she made.
Seeing them together made Deidre's chest ache.
His tone made her smile despite her anxiety.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
Hearing it out loud only made her more confused.
Wynn said your happiness made it grow.
Basically. Or would've been, if Darkyn hadn't decided to honor the informal deal he made with her.
I guess what made the biggest impression was watching you and her over the course of thousands of years.
You made me want to live when I was ready to die.
Tears made her vision blur again.
It made her angrier at her mate, who systematically shut the doors around her and also managed to interfere with her ability to trust anyone else.
You made a deal.
The Dark One's low growl made Deidre blink.
His nip made her shiver.
It made him powerful but drove him beyond madness and nearly destroyed my domain.
The summons made her tense.
A flare of interest was in Darkyn's black gaze, one that made her realize he wasn't leaving until he was finished with her.
The truth of his words made her last meager attempt at resistance melt.
You made up your mind to deal with me, even if Gabriel was not part of your future.
The sudden shift of power around him made her uneasy.
The action that once terrified her now made desire bloom in anticipation of what he'd do.
He made no move to bite her or kiss her, simply studied her, his thumb stroking the pulse in her neck.
She almost refused but something about the look on his face made her hesitate.
Maybe because it made her stay here feel more permanent.
Just the thought made Deidre feel ill.
She made a sound like a squeak.
They'd made it through the blahs of winter and the doldrums of spring, managing to satisfy most, if not all, of the bill collectors.
They'd never made official application for custody, but when they broached the subject with the authorities it was met with less than enthusiasm.
I thought we'd made that clear.
Then in Jersey I made up a cardboard sign saying I was doing it for the homeless.
Caleb made me promise not to tell.
They made me wait an hour or so knowing what was coming.
He was so calm and methodical during the whole business it made it that much worse.
Dean handed Fitzgerald the photocopy of Martha's drawing and comments she and Cynthia had made.
Fitzgerald made no effort to take the offered paper.
Randy and Jen made a great pair and Dean knew it would all work out in the long haul.
Sure, they made a dumb mistake, but it's not the end of the world.
Cynthia telephoned her son and apparently made temporary peace, although Dean wasn't privy to the details.
There's decisions to be made, wedding details to discuss, and I'm sure Rose Calvia feels the same as I about the children staying in school.
But what about the Smokey Joe Jones and all the other Smokey Joes of world who never made it?
Jen made him go back to Pennsylvania to Bucknell, even without the scholarship.
One of the ladies who worked at the courthouse made an offhand comment about the popular Lucky Pup Mine.
He's the one who made this an official matter for the sheriff's office.
Look at the way he made a production out of opening up the box.
While they had made no effort to be quiet, they now moved forward with caution, pausing every few steps to listen.
So you made it on the jury.
They pulled up to Bird Song but Dean made no effort to alight.
While Cynthia took her shower, Dean made a few phone calls, asking for Ms. Dawkins, but after a dozen tries, he came up empty.
He hummed, a feeling of mild accomplishment sandwiched between the failure to contact Martha and the trepidation of potentially being made a fool by Seymour "Fitz" Fitzgerald, sheriff candidate.
The fact that Mrs. Worthington's sister was playing tourist on the road for at least the next two weeks made prospects bleak for catching up with Martha's bones, at least in the near future.
He must have made quite an impression on little eighteen-year-old Jennifer.
Paul made this telephone message—for when we weren't home.
Nothing Paul and I did made sense to anyone but us.
As soon as Dean said it, he knew he'd made a mistake.
Both lost their wives to cancer and I think my father was a tad jealous but pleased our marriage made his friend and his daughter both so happy.
Once again they lapsed into silence, but again Jennifer Radisson made no move to leave.
But the fact that some present-day person was trying to stop them from finding any answers somehow made the mystery more intriguing.
As they left, they bumped into Brandon Westlake as he made his way toward the boys.
He made the entire trip up without seeing another vehicle, and the lords of luck were with him—Jennifer Radisson's camera was sitting in the crevice of a rock as if it were waiting for him.
She made no effort to move away from him, but he pushed her slightly forward until she stumbled, and caught a branch as she let out a muffled scream.
Look, I'm sorry I made you come down here.
When Dean didn't respond, he added, "Tomorrow," but made no further move to stop him.