By the time they reached the barn, she had a different perspective of the entire situation.
She reached for her luggage.
By the time they reached the spot, the deer had vanished in the trees.
No one was in sight when she reached the building, but the door was open.
But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.
By the time they reached the house, she was shivering and stiff.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
Inside the hedge they came upon row after row of large and handsome plants with broad leaves gracefully curving until their points nearly reached the ground.
Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
The band again struck up, the count and countess kissed, and the guests, leaving their seats, went up to "congratulate" the countess, and reached across the table to clink glasses with the count, with the children, and with one another.
They finally reached the creek, where Giddon stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms.
She stumbled as she dismounted from the ATV and Giddon reached out to help her.
When they wanted to move the boat from one place to another they had to pole it; that is, they pushed against a long pole, the lower end of which reached the bottom of the stream.
We have reached the point where many items can only be made by robots.
By the time she reached the top of the hill, the muscles in her legs were aching.
When they reached Concord, they burned the courthouse there.
He was free, he had nothing but his aim to consider, and he reached it.
Alex reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
He reached the passenger side of the car and held the door open for her.
By this time the party had reached a freshly plowed field, and the Prince said to Dorothy:
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
Bonaparte's adjutant had not yet reached Murat's detachment and the battle had not yet begun.
He reached for the door, doubt twisting his guts.
And so, if the railroad reached round the world, I think that I should keep ahead of you; and as for seeing the country and getting experience of that kind, I should have to cut your acquaintance altogether.
At last, cold, hungry and weary, we reached our pier.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
By the time she reached the front room, Giddon had answered the door.
...It was 6.30 when I reached Tuscumbia.
But on the afternoon of that day, this activity reached Kutuzov's headquarters and the staffs of the commanders of columns.
But their journey was almost over, for in a short time they reached a small cave from which there was no further outlet.
She has now reached the question stage of her development.
When we reached Cincinnati, we found the place full of doctors.
Many have believed that Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe.
"Perhaps the count did not ask for me," said Pierre when he reached the landing.
Very sinister reports of the position of the army reached him as he went along, and the appearance of the troops in their disorderly flight confirmed these rumors.
Prince Andrew, having reached the front line, rode along it.
The Russian army and people avoided a collision till Smolensk was reached, and again from Smolensk to Borodino.
When they reached their destination, Alex pulled her aside and gently corrected her.
She reached up and stroked his cheek.
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
Once the amount the fish seller requested is reached, the loan is funded and funds are transferred to her.
One day there was a great shout on the ship for the people saw the land and they were full of joy because they had reached a new country safely.
Roughly a quarter of the way through our list of factors that will end war, we have reached the end of the economic ones.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
She has finally reached the goal for which she strove so bravely.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
If you absolutely insist on doing this, at least leave me instructions on how to get there... and a phone number where you can be reached.
She reached out and touched his arm.
After a few minutes, he reached over to change it.
Adrienne reached out and touched his arm.
After weeks of tense waiting to see if she passed, she finally reached her goal.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
His was a smile that reached the eyes, where a spark of guarded humor glimmered.
He was only a guest until they reached Ashley.
By the time she reached the wagon, the desert was bathed in moonlight.
She gasped and turned to run, but he reached out and grabbed her.
"Cassie," Pete's barnyard whisper reached out of the night.
Not far from the camp, they reached a rock outcropping.
His voice reached out to her from only a few feet away.
Maybe Pete and the guys had reached Ashley by now and a rescue mission was already under way to get them.
He stepped forward and reached for her, but she took a step back.
He reached for her arm and she jerked it away from his grasp.
He reached Texas in an instant, loping the black to a small ranch.
He reached his arms out to her.
Galloping to the head of the team, she reached out to grab the halter on the lead horse.
He reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up into his lap.
In fact, she was so keyed up when she reached her apartment that she decided to call her best friend with the news.
He had probably reached a point that the ranch and house were too much work.
The alarm clock buzzed insistently and she reached over to slap the snooze button, squinting at the iridescent hands.
Cynthia reached for her purse.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his hand.
Her rosebud mouth curved into a smile that never reached her eyes.
He knelt beside her and reached for the cat.
Her smile broadened into a grin as she reached for the cat.
He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
His expression was openly compassionate as he reached out, drawing her into his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, tiny flecks of light were dancing across her vision.
He reached for the bowl.
She smiled as she reached them.
Wind and rain slashed at her as she reached the kitchen doorway and she hurried into the house.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
Only in a dream, she thought sluggishly and reached out to touch his cheek.
She reached for the doorknob and he grabbed her arm.
She reached for the door with the other hand.
Finally he reached out his hand.
He reached out, gently slipping a hand behind her neck.
She reached out and touched his cheek.
His arms barely reached his ears.
Cynthia reached down and pulled the cap back on his head.
Betsy reached for a bathrobe and I pulled on my jeans.
We were both soaked by the time we reached him.
I reached for the door, but my hand passed through it.
Martha rose and reached for Betsy's hand.
Perhaps enough of the euphoria of the prior day's success remained that, surprisingly, a reluctant agreement was reached.
By the time we reached our apartment, both of us were exhausted wrecks.
Howie had nearly reached his limit when he heard someone enter the room!
He reached a dark van and left, without lights before Howie could make out a plate number.
By the time they reached their daughter she was dead, with no one in sight.
I reached under the seat for the gun as I rolled down the window.
I shot him six times before he reached my car.
I was in the country when I reached under the seat and retrieved a long and sinister knife.
The hunt reached a higher level of journalism when Betsy showed us a magazine cover story on the subject.
Never-the-less, the word sometimes slipped out and authorities questioned but no conclusions were reached.
When we reached the steps, I turned to him.
The intruder rode slowly on the bumpy forest trail but as soon as he reached a paved roadway, Howie lost him.
She reached for the papers Molly held.
Just before lunch, I reached a decision.
After banging a shin on the low stone wall that encircles the flagstone patio, I finally reached the back door.
He reached back and tried to turn on the lights.
"My throat's... slit," I gurgled as I reached up my hand and felt a sticky mess.
I reached up and touched bandages, on my neck and the side of my head.
She reached for her lap top computer on the coffee table and fired it up.
I reached for my largest bill; a fifty.
It was still early in California and I assumed she was at dinner though I'd been more comfortable knowing she and Molly had reached their destination without hitch.
He reached his hand back toward his gun and I released my grip like a hot fry pan.
When he reached for his knife, it was all I could do not to shrink away from him.
Her unease grew as they reached a seedy neighborhood outside of Little Havana.
He continued through the streets and slowed when he reached a dilapidated, boarded-up church on a corner.
She reached the exit at the end of the hall and now faced a shorter hallway leading into what may have been a kitchen at one time.
His phone rang as he reached for a dumbbell.
She reached the door and undid the locks with trembling hands, wondering what kind of person kept five locks on his door.
His hand grazed her as he reached around her for a set of keys she hadn't noticed on the counter.
She sighed and reached out to her brother, resting her hands on his cheeks.
The skies opened once again as he reached the house, and thunder boomed in the distance.
She braced herself and reached out to him.
She jumped when the door dinged finally as she reached the garage.
She gave him a puzzled smile and reached out to take the phone he held out.
She hesitated then reached for him, her cool touch soothing the fury in his blood.
The devil reached over to Darian, placing a hand on his red forehead.
Talon got out then reached in and snatched her, dragging her out.
Exhausted, she reached them some time later, praying for a break or a snack or something!
Jenn reached them and bent at the waist, gasping.
He reached into his pocket to wrap his hand around the orb.
Finally, he'd reached the top of a hill overlooking a small, familiar village that glowed with warmth.
He slowed as he reached an intersection and made his way through the town to the outskirts, where small houses lined the street.
"Oh, here," she said and reached for her purse.
He moved silently down the alley and had almost reached her when she froze.
He'd nearly reached the end of the alley when the hair on the back of his neck rose like it did when a Watcher was present, only this was no Watcher.
The drive home was too short, and she reached the large manor at noon.
She roamed the bottom floor until she reached the door off one of the kitchens.
His gaze was intent, and she suspected he'd just now reached that decision.
Jule reached it and turned.
She squeezed the steering wheel then reached into her coat pocket for her cell phone.
Yully reached the turnoff for the cottage and sped as fast as she could through a winding road.
He reached for her face, and she flinched away.
He shook his head to clear it and reached across the island.
Itching to relieve some of her own nervous energy after the run-in with the vamps, she'd reached the door when Jonny spoke again.
By the time she reached the cliff Jule indicated the next day, Yully's soul was humming like an electric wire.
Jonny's feet crunched in the snow until he reached the rocky area on the west side of the mountain.
Instincts took her in the direction of the stream, and she reached the top of a shallow ravine in whose valley the stream flowed.
When she reached the crest, she recognized the sight before her.
She reached the top of the hill and gasped.
Yully closed her eyes and reached out towards her father.
Sofia reached for him, helping him to his feet.
Jake reached for her, and she recoiled.
The man approaching her had nearly reached her, and she huddled into a tighter ball.
She ducked her head and braced herself as he reached for her again.
By the time she reached the patio door, her skin was clammy, her heart racing.
Damian located the enemy ahead of them, shooting intersections clear as they reached them.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
Damian reached across the table and touched her face, dismissing them.
She reached Isac's picture and stopped, looking up at Damian.
Hurt, she fled into the cold night air, stopping only when she reached the center of the gardens.
They reached a second foyer where the man in the trench stood next to a caramel-colored man covered in blood.
She pocketed her list and trailed him to the area just beyond the patio, where the scent of hot dogs and s'mores greeted her long before she reached the small group circled around a bonfire.
His command reached her as she opened his suite door.
His whisper reached her across the room.
He turned when he reached his door.
As dawn broke, they reached the turn off to the safe house.
The destruction was visible long before they reached the low adobe structure hidden between the foothills of the Tucson Mountains.
Jule and Dustin reached the building, and she looked at them.
He reached a set of double doors.
He reached a door finally and typed in the access code.
Two walked on once he reached the desert, and she trotted after him, looking back at the floodlit entrance to the elevator.
She hopped off the four by four, reached out to Darian and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her.
They became one, and this time, when she reached out to him, he took her hand.
He reached out to his brother, absorbing what memories were in his mind.
He reached out to his brother and touched his head to Darian's forehead.
I don't know how she reached him inside that dark maze, Damian said with a shake of his head.
Deidre dug in her heels before she reached him.
She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.
Deidre reached him just as he dropped it.
Its breathing was labored, and it sighed when they reached its chair.
She reached for it.
He reached out to take the hourglass, grazing her skin in the act.
He reached for her once more, and she slapped his hand away.
Deidre reached for him, straining to ease the need to taste him.
Deidre reached up to him and fluttered kisses across his face and neck.
Deidre touched her cheek to his and reached up with one hand to his other cheek.
She absently reached for the hourglass and realized she'd left it on her nightstand.
She reached for the band around her neck securing the dress.
He followed, and Deidre reached for him.
As if sensing she was tired, he didn't tease her when she reached for his hand.
Instinctively, she reached out to feel his warm skin and trace the ridges of his abdomen.
He reached into his pocket and held out his hand.
Fred ignored Dean and reached in his coat pocket and withdrew a letter, handing it to Cynthia.
"Looks like one of our guests is making a friend," Dean said to his wife as Ginger reached out and held the man's hand.
He plunked down on a chair, reached up and took her hand.
They reached the first turn.
Then the pair reached a side passageway that was unmarked!
They retraced their steps until they reached another fork in the tunnel.
As they reached the Jeep, Cynthia turned to her husband.
He chuckled as he reached over Dean and patted Cynthia's arm.
Once again he reached behind his seat, this time pulling out a child's red polka-dot umbrella, no doubt another garage sale bargain.
"No one out here but the cook," he answered as Paul reached for the bottle, ostensibly to look at the label.
Dean reached in his pocket as he was undressing for bed a few hours later.
"It's been a day," she sighed as she reached for the light.
Dean reached for his wallet.
Dean called the auctioneer but reached only his answering machine.
Cynthia reached over to stroke Mrs. Lincoln as the cat began adding a steady purr to the conversation.
"Tomorrow's the big water fight," Dean said, as he reached over and retrieved the disappointed cat.
Westlake reached over and took her arm.
Dean, the big spender, reached for one ticket, but a look from his wife changed his purchase to seven.
She reached over, extending her hand to Cynthia, a wide smile on her face and a little kid look that said she was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of the upcoming trip.
He glanced at his watch and realized it would be dark before he reached Ouray.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
"None of which Bird Song has," Cynthia stressed as she reached in her pocket and withdrew a quarter.
He reached for his keys.
Then, as she reached her vehicle she turned and added, Sorry about Patsy snatching the kid.
Fitzgerald glared at Dean and reached for the microphone.
"You need a doctor, Lydia," he said as she reached for a rag on the coffee table.
She reached for the gun and slid it into a drawer in the table.
Martha reached in her pocket and triumphantly presented a crumpled piece of paper.
"I thought about the dead guy a lot while I was gone," Martha said as soon as they reached the kitchen.
She reached over and turned off the radio.
I got him out of there and into his car—after we reached an agreement.
Word from Denver reached the Deans: they had been recommended to be given full custody of Martha.
Deidre reached for the box.
They soon reached an area where the street was sectioned off, and a line of white-topped tents lined the street.
They reached the food section, and Deidre's attention shifted to the source of the scents.
Her Gabriel, who spent his life a part of the shadows, radiated the quiet power of a deity that reached her from across the room.
He reached out to tilt her chin to the side to see her neck.
He reached out to her again and pulled her hand away, placing his against her neck.
He reached around her and tugged free his favorite sweater.
Gabriel reached the end of the assassins and turned to gaze at the lake with its souls.
She reached forward for a croissant and bit into it, almost groaning at the buttery, flaky, airy bread.
The green gems were caught in some sort of invisible current that ended when it reached the bank.
When they reached her room, he went to her wardrobe.
Irritated by her tone, he reached in and ran his hand down the line of her sweaters.
She wore the clothing of the women of Hell: a black, silky, backless dress that reached the tip of her sandaled feet.
Gabriel reached out to her, wiping away the tears on one cheek with his thumb.
When he reached her bedroom, he hesitated then entered.
Both demon lord and half-demon were bristling with power, the Dark One's growl audible long before Gabriel reached them.
And then there was the baby she and Alex had lost before it reached full term.
Destiny had finally reached the point that she would tolerate being held by Lori, but after a few minutes she was ready to get down or go to Alex, Carmen or Jonathan.
She placed the roast in a pan and reached for a knife to trim the fat off of it.
He chuckled as he reached for her.
She reached into the cage and, after several foiled attempts, managed to capture one of the little bunnies.
When they reached the stall, Casper's flanks were wet with sweat.
When she reached the porch and stepped up on it, she paused, studying a muddy track.
The screen door complained as she opened it and she paused as she reached for the door knob.
She dodged and rolled as the man reached for her again.
His face twisted in rage as he reached for her again.
Whether he was trying to escape or attack Alex was unclear, but Alex reached the door at the same time the man did.
Two men got out and one reached in the back, picking up a case.
She felt like someone had reached inside of her and tore her heart out.
Destiny reached for her and Lori took her, holding her close.
His eyes twinkled with mirth and he reached for his tablet.
He reached for the tablet and she knew what he was going to write before she saw it.
She reached out and gently shook his arm.
He stretched and yawned, and then reached for his clothes.
He sat a moment longer and then reached out and covered her hand with his.
Finally he reached out to return the brush to its holder.
She reached out to touch his shoulder and then hesitated.
Finally he reached out and took her waist in his hands, drawing her back against him.
He stopped and she counted the seconds, opening her eyes when she reached 15.
His attention left her for a moment while he reached over and closed the program down without saving.
When he reached down and took her hands, she stood.
She reached up and turned on the lamp.
She reached up and shut off the light, crawling back under the covers.
At the hen house she grabbed the basket and reached into the first nest.
He expertly captured the chicken's head and then reached under her, extracting the eggs.
He exited the door in front of her and reached back to relieve her of the basket.
She smiled and reached out to squeeze his arm.
She waited until she reached a quieter side street before dialing her boyfriend.
Entertained by her pep talk with the flowers, Deidre reached her towering apartment building a short time later and paused to collect the mail.
The top of her head reached his chin.
As he watched, the words reached the page on the right, the one reserved for the Future.
By the time she reached the beach house, her face was Smurf blue and she was laboring under the weight of the treasures she'd found.
Aroused again, he reached over but didn't feel her body.
He reached out to rest a hand on her belly, as he did every time they met the past few months.
Breathless, she reached the exit onto the roof and pushed it open, flinching at the alarm that sounded.
He reached in and snatched the brandy.
He sensed Deidre but didn't go to her, instead walking through the open-aired hallways until he reached the quarters reserved for him.
She reached out to the cave.
With a trembling hand, Deidre reached out to him, taking one of his.
With a deep breath, she crossed through the clinging cold, at a run by the time she reached the other side out of fear the portals might all disappear before she was safe.
He reached out to her and placed a hand on her forehead.
She was halfway to the portal when the low, unfamiliar voice reached her.
She reached out to take Wynn's hand.
She'd been freaked out by the in-between place and wanted him to wait until they reached their destination before he had a chance to panic.
As if sensing her thought, Gabriel reached out to her.
A form melted from the shadows right before she reached it.
An hour later, Gabriel reached the last of the death-dealers in line, relieved yet troubled not to have found another traitor.
Andre perched likewise on the sofa and reached out, placing the cool tips of his fingers on her temples.
He reached out to her.
He reached for her neck again.
He reached for her neck.
She reached up to her head, surprised it wasn't bandaged and she still had all her hair.
Her human form was tiny enough that the Oracle's book reached her shoulder level.
They reached the sixth floor, where her apartment was.
He broke into a run when he reached the country road leading away from the compound.
He reached into his jacket and produced an embossed invitation in peach and brown.
He reached for her and she stumbled back, holding up her hand to ward him off.
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 reached a balcony and lowered herself carefully onto it.
His touch lingered on bruises, and he retrieved a small tool when he reached the hem of her dress.
When he reached for her, she flinched but didn't fight him.
Sasha's men would kill you twice before you reached the front door.
He reached the end, and she readied her fist.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the three water cubes and the remaining sugary cube.
He beat the air mercilessly with his wings, rising high above the city and coasting on cold wind currents until he reached the ocean.
He couldn't shake the sense he'd reached the first challenge in his life he didn't know how to handle.
She reached the top of the stairs and stared at a similar scene leading past the Arch and all the way up the park toward the city.
The creatures had reached the top of the stairs and were looking around, trying to figure out which way she'd gone.
This time when he reached for her, she knew it was for blood.
They reached her room, and she threw down her shower things on the bed, agitated.
They reached the trendy teahouse in the wealthy section of DC, Hannah still talking about Paris fashions.
He sat beside her and reached for her, his gaze on the newest scars given to her by Kris.
Rhyn reached for it, but Gabriel pulled it away.
She reached for a scarf, and he growled.
Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power.
When she reached the other side, he trotted forward.
Rhyn stayed in his form until they reached a narrow, winding set of stairs.
Katie eased off the chair and reached into her pocket for the perfume.
She ran with one glance over her shoulder as she reached the bathroom.
He hadn.t eaten in too long, and to have his mate so close … Rhyn took the stairs two at a time until he reached the roof.
She walked the short distance into the house and down the hallway, stopping when she reached the doorway.
He returned to the castle, stopping at the sound of commotion from the direction of the forest before he reached the entrance.
When she reached it, she scanned all the names on each page, disappointed at not finding his anywhere.
She reached for the perfume in her pocket.
She reached into her pocket and withdrew the vial, shoving it at him.
She found herself ascending the servants. stairwell at a run, in case the Ully-demon was still stalking her, until she reached her floor, which appeared blessedly free of any signs of battle and death.
They reached Sasha.s room, and the convent member pushed the door open to reveal Sasha.s torn-up body.
When she reached the top of the beach, she paused to catch her breath before hurrying after Jade, whose determined walk soon outdistanced her.
He reached for the weapon with a shaking hand.
Agonizing over how much time Rhyn had, she finally reached the water-soaked sand and sucked in ragged breaths as she knelt for a moment of rest.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black pouch, pouring its contents—two green gems holding the dust of human souls—into his palm.
The scent of bacon reached her from the kitchen.
Several members, including Qatwal, may be willing to aid you in regaining your planet after you've reached a peace treaty.
She hung back when she reached the other three warriors in the hall watching the scene in the room.
He didn't slow until they reached their quarters.
They reached their quarters and closed the door.
She reached Evelyn and Romas and forced herself not to crowd them.
Mison motioned for those at his table to eat, and she reached for the plate of meat before her before Romas or any of his brothers could assist her.
She passed through the throng without making eye contact for fear of leers or judging looks and reached the entrance foyer.
I've reached the ships.
He didn't doubt that once she reached her new home and his sisters reminded her how to act, she would be both exquisite and tame.
At last, she reached for his arm.
It would heal once he reached the main craft with the help of the medical unit but was useless in the meantime.
A'Ran reached forward to sever the connection.
She reached out and took them, surprised to find them there and even more surprised at how strongly she'd missed them.
She reached the circle where A'Ran fought and joined the observers.
He reached his quarters and opened the link to the command center, pausing before it to see nishani had already entered.
He watched for quite a while, until the model reached a level that had taken him years of apprenticeship under his father to achieve.
"Today it was on training mode," he said, and reached forward, activating it.
Judging by the training program, you've reached my level already.
Her intent gaze lingered on him as they reached the house.
They nearly reached the women's wing when the strange little Council member with white eyes called out to her.
At the age of fourteen sun-cycles, before he reached manhood, he had lost all but his sisters, been proclaimed dhjan of a planet he couldn't even visit, and made battle commander of a war he knew nothing of.
He reached out to her, placing the translator on her ear.
They reached a small encampment at the bottom of a mountain and passed around it, one calling out a greeting as someone trotted out to meet them.
They reached the top, where another set of low buildings were carved from the rock, their doors and windows glowing.
He's been the dhjan fighting this battle since he reached my shoulder.
She reached the beginning again and looked around the chamber, perplexed.
She didn't understand why until they reached the top, overlooking a deep canyon.
She reached a point that seemed familiar and looked for the dark shadow of the crevice.
She didn't doubt Jetr had reached out to Evelyn, or her friend would never have come.
She reached into a drawer at the back of the craft.
Dean shrugged and reached for a jar of peanut butter just as Fred joined the couple.
She turned to Donnie and reached for his hand.
Dean reached up on the sofa and pulled down a few articles of the clothing.
She began counting and then reached over to the end table for a pencil and paper.
He smiled but reached for a fresh muffin instead.
He pulled his arm back as he reached for the coffee.
As Dean reached for it, Cynthia beat him to it.
Fred reached for the picture but Claire held on to it.
Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.
"I'm obliged to return the picture so I shouldn't have let it out of my hands," he muttered as he reached for a pitcher of orange juice.
She had reached the hall before she turned and saw the tall man standing in the doorway.
He reached in his vehicle and tossed her a heavy coat, but said nothing to her.
She reached up to unclasp her now-blonde hair, dropping it in a cascade about her shoulders.
Dean said before Shipton reached the bottom step or could open his mouth.
Two of the climbers clawed them apart, pulling Dean from him, just as Cynthia reached the front door, screaming for him to stop.
He reached for the phone book.
He then reached into his pocket for his snap-top purse and extracted five worn twenty-dollar bills.
He reached over and pulled her toward him and she snuggled against him and he could feel her shake.
When they reached the airport it was snowing heavily, but the accumulation here was far less than in Ouray.
"Look," Weller said as he reached for his glass.
Fred reached for an ever-ready pad and pencil and began making a list.
As he reached for the bedside lamp, he noticed Annie Quincy's notebook where Cynthia had been working on it.
He reached in his pocket and unfolded a sheet of paper and held it out to Dean.
Dean reached for a piece of pie.
He reached over and brushed some chocolate from the side of her mouth.
He began to hum a Dave Brubeck piece as he reached for a bottle of virgin olive oil.
He must have reached an arm across the warmth next to him and her nearly soundless mewl began his slow but steady rise to the surface of consciousness.
He leaned across the coffee table and reached for Bird Song's guest register, handing it to Dean.
Fred reached in his shirt pocket and with a smile and a flourish, held out a check.
Abruptly the scratching sound of the crampons beneath his feet told him he'd reached the first mounds of solid ice.
She reached over and picked up the translated pages of Annie Quincy's notebook and began reading aloud.
He started to enter the first room, on the northwest corner, but Cynthia tugged him further down the hall until they reached Edith Shipton's room on the southeast corner.
When she reached the drawing room, he was laying the redhead on the sofa.
Jackson jumped away as she reached for it.
As he reached the door she called, "Jackson!"
When they reached the park, they sat on the same bench they shared last time.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Sarah panicked, seeing Jackson alone and in a fit of rage.
Once they reached the highway, Elisabeth opened her laptop.
When they reached Jackson's room, Elisabeth noticed her artwork and asked, "Where's the fall scene?"
She displayed beautiful intonation and reached the A flat without even a hint of shrillness.
They barely reached the porch when the door flew open and Sam burst through, arms open wide screeching.
A soft moan sounding nothing like her reached his ears, and then slowly, out from under the cover, emerged a huge wolf with bronze colored fur.
He headed for the stairs and when he reached the landing stopped, "By the way, tomorrow's casual dinner will serve as an engagement party of sorts."
When she reached the top of the stairs she said goodnight again.
They finally reached the end of the maze where they all gasped.
So far he'd managed to chase two women off before he reached thirty.
Alex reached over and snatched the picture from his hand, tucking it into his shirt pocket.
Striding across to her side, he reached for them.
Alex reached for the chicken.
"Easy, now," Alex spoke gently, and reached for the door handle.
He reached out and touched her face, his fingers sliding in the mud.
She reached down, scooping up a hand full of the moist snow, and forced it into a loose ball.
Alex reached out to steady her and grinned.
Josh glanced up from his plate of sausage and eggs and reached over, pulling out a chair for her.
She was ransacking her brain for a good save when he reached down and grabbed the bucket.
She glanced over her shoulder as she reached the door.
She jerked jeans over her nightgown and waited until she reached the front door before tugging on her boots.
He reached down and grabbed her cane pole from the ground.
He reached for her and she dodged playfully.
He reached for her again, his voice husky with emotion.
I keep records on each goat and how many pounds of milk she gives daily, when she reached peak production and how long she lactated.
His hand slipped to her side, gently exploring upward until it reached her breast.
Alex reached one hand down to help Carmen to her feet.
He grinned and reached for her, drawing her close in an embrace.
He reached out and touched her temple lightly.
He lay with his arms behind his head and his eyes held a twinkle of humor that never reached his mouth.
Finally he reached out and took her hand.
He reached down to help her up, but she ignored his hand.
He reached a hand out for the clippers.
She smoothed the folds of her skirt nervously and waited for him to open the subject, but he was silent until they reached the log house.
She reached the greencar.
Lana waved to them in greeting as she reached the barracks.
She reached the command hub to find the general pacing in front while three guards waited a short distance from him.
His dark gaze returned to the box, and he reached up to the earpiece as he moved away from the others.
Lana reached into her bag and pulled out her personal vault.
"It should have reached you by now," Larry answered.
He broke away before she reached him, instead striding towards her.
Brady reached into his cargo pocket.
He hastily reached into his cargo pocket and retrieved the keypad.
He heard the shouts before they reached the helipad atop a cliff overlooking a valley.
Lana reached Arnie and spoke to him too quietly to hear.
Brady reached into a cargo pocket and pulled free an emergency bandage wrap.
They both reached for their combat suits and weapons.
He snatched her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand, settling his weight atop her as he reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.
He reached for her, as gentle as possible when she struggled.
He freed one of his arms and reached for the arm she'd hidden behind her back to keep him from seeing what she had.
She reached down with one hand to retrieve the baton.
When he took a step towards her, she reached out to him.
He reached out with one hand and lifted her chin before crossing his hands behind his back.
Even if she reached the Peace Command Center, the world wouldn't right itself.
They walked parallel to an abandoned highway for a couple of hours until they reached the second fed site.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew the micro and Horsemen, holding them out to her.
Lights from lasers and muzzle fire spotted the forest below them before they reached an urban area, mostly dark with several patches of electricity.
The unmistakable snap of wires reached them, and the helicopter tilted.
Brady muttered a curse, reached for his laser weapon, and fired at an angle at the ceiling.
She looked around when she reached the third mile marker, aware she was a sitting duck.
Once she did that, she could risk contacting Tim on her net and pray he reached her before Greenie or anyone else found her.
As she reached him, she heard a sound that jarred her.
Brady reached the intersection and saw the tunnel running perpendicular opened into a crowded underground city.
They went through another maze before Jim reached a metal door.
He reached out to catch it.
They reached the ranch beside the lake, and her spirits lifted.
A streak tore past him just as he reached the portal.
"Rhyn – " she objected and reached out to touch him.
He stalked off into the forest, away from the castle and cliff. Toby clambered through the brush and trees after him, the angel's footsteps loud where Rhyn's were silent. Rhyn found a deer path and followed it until he reached a snowy meadow. Crossing it, he continued to look for a place to stash the angel where the kid wouldn't freeze to death. After another hour of walking, he found a small pocket in the roots of a massive tree.
The forest was growing dark when he reached the tree to find the angel sitting in front of a dead fire, shaking with cold.
Shivering, she began to run again on the trail. She heard the fast moving stream long before she reached it and paused to catch her breath on its bank.
The sounds of fighting grew faint and then disappeared. The stream wound through the jungle until it reached a small waterfall that fed into a massive lake whose black surface reflected the stars and moon. Katie slid down the hill beside the waterfall to the lake's edge, uncertain what to do. Gabriel hadn't mentioned the stream ending or the lake.
"No, it doesn't," he said softly. He reached out to her. His hands trailed down her soft cheek and tangled in her wayward curls. With his index finger, he drew a line from her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and rested his hand on her belly, where the hatchling grew.
She reached the place where the food cubes had landed, bending to pick them up in case she needed them later.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.
Katie followed, trailed closely by Deidre. The sounds of their escape were nothing compared to the sounds of what followed. Katie cast a look over her shoulder and saw several demons had dropped into the jungle and transformed into panther-like forms. She stopped and reached into the pouch slung across her chest.
Instinctively, he reached for his power, only to find it bound by the magic of the underworld. He was as helpless as a stupid human.
Magic shot through him, burning like fire. Kris gasped. Another blast, and he fell to the ground. His body roiled with the demon magic, convulsing until the blow faded. He felt himself hauled up by his neck and thrust onto the ground again. His vision blurry, Kris could only see Hannah's beautiful blond hair. Sorrow replaced anger, and he reached out, touching the soft wheat curls.
It was dark by the time Dean reached the town and maneuvered his way through the familiar streets to 422 Collingswood Avenue.
"I was hoping we'd get that caper soon as I read it in the paper," Fred said as he reached for a pad and pencil to take notes.
It greatly improved Dean's frame of mind and he was in fine spirits when he reached his desk.
She adjusted the pillow and reached across him to extinguish her cigarette.
By the time they reached Hunter's double-parked car, Dean felt like limp lettuce at a summer picnic.
Dean chuckled as he reached beneath the mat to a back corner for something that caught his eye.
Fred reached for the newspaper, tapping a small article with his fingers as he handed it to Dean.
Fourth and Oak were just as desolate as Ninth and Locust, but as soon as Dean stopped the car, a disheveled figure jumped from the darkness and clawed at the passenger door until Dean reached over and opened it.
They reached a compromise and Baratto began to half-tell his story until Dean found an all-night truck stop, miles north of Parkside.
Dean reached in the car, pointing, scarcely an inch from a bulge beneath Alfred's shoulder, causing him to pull away.
Fred reached for a paper from his notes.
Finally, he turned and reached beneath the counter and handed Dean a box containing hundreds of cards.
At one point, the girl dropped her napkin and the boy reached beneath the table, picked it up, and replaced it daintily on her lap.
She too frowned, and then reached for her purse and withdrew an envelope, extracted a bill and slipped the money to her husband.
When Dean pointed out a nice restaurant where he could collect the lunch he'd earned for making the trip, Fred reached over to the back seat and produced a paper bag, containing two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and an apple.
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