Rissa Sentence Examples

Rissa shuddered and released her breath.

He squeezed through the opening and shielded his eyes, face-to-face with Rissa.

Sirian and Rissa led him back to the impressive hold at the center of the city and up a set of stairs to the second level and down a wide hallway.

Sirian opened one of the few closed doors, escorting Rissa.

Rissa's quarters, he assumed as he shut the door.

Rissa was dressed in clean men's clothing, her hair braided once more.

Rissa looked down self-consciously and clasped her arms behind her back.

Rissa slung the door closed and moved toward a small table where her sword waited.

Sirian waited, his dark eyes going from Rissa to Taran, where they settled.

Several burly guards bowed to Sirian and Rissa and trailed them into the street.

Rissa's sharp glance found him twice, as if to ensure he continued to follow them.

Rissa's voice drew him from his thoughts.

Rissa, Sirian, and the guards headed toward the sparring men.

Sirian partnered with Rissa while the guards fanned out around them, one alert while the other four paired up to spar.

He looked in time to see Sirian fling Rissa over his shoulder.

Sirian and Rissa glared at each other with animosity that bespoke a brittle relationship.

Rissa looked at him hard.

Rissa bristled but straightened.

When Rissa merely nodded, accepting the insult, he felt the urge to shake sense into the oblivious woman.

Aside from the dark moods of Rissa and Sirian, Taran sensed nervousness in the guards.

Rissa was braced in the saddle as if expecting attackers at any moment.

Rissa turned to look at him, then Sirian.

It shoved Rissa's horse off the trail in its haste, where a branch knocked her to the ground.

He caught a glimpse of Rissa through the melee and wrestled the horse for control.

Three guards surrounded Rissa, whose writhing, squealing horse was as much of a menace to her as the attackers flooding from the forest.

Taran shoved his way through the attackers, hacking as he went, determined to reach Rissa.

He reached Rissa and threw himself from his horse, keeping a hold of the reins as he smashed blows into one of the three facing her.

Rissa blocked the blow of the second and dropped, rolling as an axe split the ground near her head.

Rissa arced a blow toward him.

Relieved, he pulled the blowing horse to a halt and grabbed Rissa by the scruff of her tunic, unceremoniously hauling her up and dumping her on the ground.

Rissa grunted at the impact of his weight and squirmed.

You're not going anywhere, Rissa, he told her firmly.

Rissa searched his gaze, calming.

Rissa said nothing, waiting.

Rissa closed her eyes and sighed.

You know nothing about me, Rissa.

Rissa drew herself up to her full height and looked around.

Rissa looked up at him, face flushed.

Rissa tensed, but his arms closed around her to prevent her from jumping off.

Not wishing to see the dark Rissa from the morning return, he did not pursue.

Guards drew arrows back at their approach, and Rissa roused herself.

Taran released Rissa, and she hopped down, awaiting him.

Rissa, I am grateful you are well!

Taran handed off the horse to a stable hand and turned to watch as Sirian took Rissa's arm, leading her into a squat stone building at the center of the fortress.

Sirian and Rissa wound through the fortress before disappearing into a door guarded by two men.

By their edgy exchanges, he could tell Rissa knew her advisor posed some danger.

Rissa leaned both hands on the table before her.

Rissa waited until she was out of sight of the two guards before breaking into a trot.

Rissa felt his eyes on her and perched on the edge of a trunk.

Rissa, will you go to Dierdirien?

Rissa said nothing, unable to tell him her father was driven too mad by the demon his last ten years to know his daughter.

He joined Lean and Allin as they dined, listening with forced indifference as they told him that Rissa had left alone with her guard at dusk.

Rissa would be better served dead than falling into any other clan's hands.

Then he gathered his weapons, intent on leaving before Sirian's men muddied up any tracks left behind by Rissa's captors.

Rissa drew a deep breath with difficulty and forced her mind to focus.

Rissa forced herself to breathe steadily.

The seated king eyed Taran as Memon approached Rissa.

Taran stepped aside, and Rissa tensed further as the man squatted before her.

I have one chance to save you, Rissa.

Rissa strained to control her wild desperation.

Rissa met his gaze, sucking in a deep breath.

Rissa was beautiful, even with her eyes rimmed in red.

Rissa held her ground until he neared enough to touch her.

Rissa bridged the space between them, moving her hands to brace against his chest.

Killing Memon here would not win him armies or Rissa.

He had no intention of killing Rissa despite what she had done to him.

Rissa gazed at the maps before her, half listening to Hilden explaining their situation to her.

Rissa twisted, leery of her second.

Rissa, go and take care of yourself.

Rissa hurried back to the second bedchamber and withdrew an empty bladder from a crate.

Rissa stared at him, unnerved by his complete lack of empathy.

Rissa paid heed to his explanation of tactics, uncertain if they were truthful, but noting his assessments.

He motioned for Taran to follow and led him up the stairs into Rissa's expansive chambers.

Rissa does not rest.

Rissa hesitated, fear skating through her.

Rissa removed a dirk and slit open her palm, displaying it to him.

Rissa met his gaze with a wan smile.

What is that worth to you, Rissa?

Rissa started toward the bathing chamber once again, rattled and exhausted.

It's your secret, Rissa.

He retreated obediently to Rissa's quarters and crossed to close the opened windows.

The quarters smelled of jasmine, Rissa, and spiced ale.

Taran said nothing, angered that Memon was capable of as many secrets as Rissa.

The walls will hold, and as Rissa knows, Memon's forces are not yet large enough to threaten us.

Rissa had not come to him, had not sent for him.

Rissa refuses to free him.

There will be nothing for you to take if you do not help Rissa.

Hilden moved through the crowd directly to the table and took up a protective position behind Rissa, watching without interfering.

Let me out, Rissa.

There's much more, Rissa.

It's that simple, Rissa.

Don't let your pride interfere with your ability to save your people, Rissa.

Rissa, you need to rest.

Rissa sobbed into her hands, pain, fear, exhaustion, and frustration bubbling uncontrollably.

I don't know, Rissa.

Rissa drew her sword but guided her horse forward, eyes searching the mass of struggling bodies for the warlord.

You drive me mad, Rissa, and I honestly don't know if I'll leave you or bed you when this is over.

Messengers perched near the door in one huddle while various warriors, Rissa's counselors, and strangers occupied the floor area.

Rissa stood near a large wardrobe, as pale and distraught as she had appeared the night before.

I compiled this for my dear Rissa, but I fear the demon will prevent me from giving it to her.

Memon ignored him and closed the distance between him and Rissa, snatching her.

Rissa alone gasped as the dying woman gagged and squirmed on the floor.

Rissa saw him reach for the dagger at the base of his back and closed her eyes, sickened by the gurgling sound as the dagger pierced the woman's throat.

There are two, one in Memon, and one in Rissa.

What happens to Rissa?

The walls are made of the demon's magic, and Rissa's armies are too far south to hold the city.

Maybe, just maybe, Taran could drive the demon out of Rissa into Memon.

Lately, he'd been thinking of nothing but Rissa.

Rissa hid her secret as well as her predecessors.

The book was where he left it in Rissa's chambers.

The demon has its eye on my Rissa.

Whether due to his anger or his concern for Rissa, Vara didn't return.

He ached to know how Rissa was but feared even sending a page, lest Memon's men grow suspicious.

Rissa was dying too fast.

Memon ignored him, darting into the cell where the unconscious Rissa lay.

Taran's skin crawled with the charge of magic in the confined chamber, and he watched Memon bend over Rissa.

The demon within Rissa was panicked, rippling her skin as it fled as far from Memon as possible.

Memon slashed Rissa's arm with his demon's talons, and the demon within her rippled her body as it moved to avoid the madman.

Talons pierced Rissa's stomach as Memon plunged his hand into her body, withdrawing a black creature the size of its arm that pulsed and writhed.

The two guards and Rissa's body were gone.

I was pained to hear of Rissa's death.

The mention of Rissa's death disturbed him.

Of the genera recognized by him, Pagophila and Rhodostethia have but one species each, Rissa and Xenia two, while the rest belong to Larus.

Rissa, this was your decision.

He spoke loudly enough for Rissa to hear.

Rissa watched Sirian read it, nod in satisfaction, and proclaim it was as he had said.

He thought of Rissa, of how he would wrest control from her, or better, control of her and of Tiyan.

Taran never expected Rissa to act against Sirian, or Tiyan to be divided by a civil war.

Rissa was destined to be the last warlord of Tiyan.

He was destined to rule Tiyan, just as Rissa was destined to die for Tiyan.

The walls will collapse around you when the demon and Rissa die.

Rissa lay pale and unconscious on the earthen floor, her clothing and hair matted with blood.

Vara and Hilden were silent, as stricken as he was as the demon freed itself from Memon's body enough to reach for Rissa.

Taran snatched Rissa's bloodied body and backpedaled.