Finally she slowly sat up.
She sat up and grabbed her purse.
They sat down at the table.
She sat the pan on the table and sat down.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering who might be visiting at this time in the morning.
Not just that you went to a certain address but that the address was a movie theater and—based on where you sat and that you ordered tickets online—you saw Episode VII of Star Wars.
The charcoal man sat down by the fire.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.
She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
Choking down fear, she climbed inside and sat down in the luxurious leather seat.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
I sat there for a long, long time, feeling like a fairy on a rosy cloud.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
She sat staring absently out the window.
She sat down on the bed and sighed again.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
He sat up and turned on the light.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
There she sat for a few moments, gasping for breath.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
They sat her in front of a mirror while Felipa worked.
At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury--animals, animated dummies and people--all gravely prepared to listen to what was said.
Carmen sat Destiny on the floor and picked up the pan of pealed potatoes, along with a paring knife.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
Alex sat up and scooted back so he could lean on the headboard.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
The little stranger came and sat with them.
Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Katie made a face as she sat in the chair opposite Carmen.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
Carmen set Destiny on the floor and then sat down beside Alex.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
I sat down immediately and wrote to Mr. Vining, asking him to explain the signs.
Nicholas, who had left his nephew, irritably pushed up an armchair, sat down in it, and listened to Pierre, coughing discontentedly and frowning more and more.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
So he sat down and wrote a wonderful story, which he called "The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe."
Lisa sat down at her plate.
Carmen jerked her arms from his neck and sat up.
An iced cake sat on the counter, decorating icing and tips beside it.
The two boys stood at his knees, and his wife sat at his side.
The black car sat outside the building with its trunk open.
There was great applause when the speaker sat down.
The boy got up at once, and sat behind the king.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
The count sat on the sofa between two guests who were smoking and talking.
She stretched and sat up, reaching for her clothes.
It was, in fact, solely to meet Prince Vasili that she had obtained an invitation to Anna Pavlovna's reception and had sat listening to the vicomte's story.
For some time he sat very still.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
His gaze shifted to her as she sat down, and he smiled.
She followed him to the table and sat opposite him, waiting for him to open the subject.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
Carmen detached Matthew from her nipple and handed him to Alex, who sat down beside her.
Alex handed him the cream and sat down in his chair.
She sat down obediently in the chair and crossed her legs.
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
She stayed around the house, propping her foot up whenever she sat down, and by evening it was only a little sore.
She entered the room and sat in the leather-upholstered chair beside the desk.
As they blended in with the rest of the dancers, she glanced back at the table where the man sat.
She sat down in the chair opposite him and studied her coffee.
Lisa sat down and accepted the bowl full of scrambled eggs Sarah passed to her.
She glanced around, noting several objects covered with cloths, as well as a box that sat on a table beside the door.
Brandon sat with a comforting arm around her shoulders.
Destiny coughed and sat up with a wale that sounded more like a broken growl.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
In his large study, the walls of which were hung to the ceiling with Persian rugs, bearskins, and weapons, sat Dolokhov in a traveling cloak and high boots, at an open desk on which lay an abacus and some bundles of paper money.
They shut the door and all sat down.
Carmen sat down, but Alex remained standing.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
He sat up in the bed and looked around.
Miss Sullivan always sat beside me, and told me what the teachers said.
Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly.
It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather.
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
She sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to her chest.
She sat on her bed, cross-legged, a book in her lap.
Mrs. Marsh sat in a chair opposite Adrienne, hunched over like an old woman.
Bordeaux sat on his horse, looking genuinely surprised at her reaction.
She filled her plate and sat down cross-legged between Pete and Davis.
She sat up quickly, bumping her head on the wagon.
She sat back on her heals.
She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
He sat up and frowned down at her.
She sat down because the code of conduct about standing while guarding took second place to comfort.
She caught her breath and sat up sharply.
She sat up straight, thinking that position would be uncomfortable enough to keep her awake.
She threw back the robe and sat up stiffly.
She sat up straight.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
The laundry room was also clean and an old wringer tub still sat in one corner, as though unwilling to completely surrender to modern appliances.
Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She sat up and glanced around at the magnificent scenery.
She sat down with a piece of pie and poked at it.
The clock ticked away the minutes and she finally sat up and squinted at it - four-thirty.
She sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating Cynthia with a compassionate expression.
She sat up and grabbed her throbbing head.
He sat on the end of the bed and watched reflectively as she ate the ice cream.
She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She sat on her feet and huddled under the blanket, watching the flames grow.
Cade finally left the fire and sat down beside her on the couch.
Finally she cleared the table while he sat back with a cup of coffee.
As he sat sipping his coffee after breakfast he glanced at her.
Mary was still out, so she sat down and read the pamphlet.
Cynthia gathered him into her arms and sat down on the bed.
I dug in a tub of iced beer and Quinn and I toasted the two cans as we sat back on Adirondack chairs to enjoy the late afternoon.
Martha had a plate full of pancakes ready so we all sat around the large table.
I sat at the desk as he reclined on the bed, more suitable to his five foot seven frame.
Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.
I sat nearby but my wait was brief.
Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and abruptly sat on the curb.
We took seats on an old leather sofa and side chair while our hostess sat behind the desk that dominated the room.
We sat there, mouths agape.
I sat at a table after randomly pulling half dozen books from the shelf.
We sat in silence for nearly an hour, each with his own thoughts.
Martha, I couldn't fall asleep until you sat by my side and whispered.
This case was a twelve year old girl, shot in cold blood as she sat alone at the poolside of her California home.
I sat her on a fallen log by side of the dirt track.
Bumpus sat near the two, acting like a protector and getting free hand pats for his reward.
"No, thanks," I protested, as I sat on the sofa.
Martha lifted her daughter from her crib, cuddled her briefly, and sat in a corner rocker.
She sat down and took my hand.
She sat in my lap and hugged me tightly.
I picked up the phone as Betsy closed my office door and sat next to me.
Sitting on a secluded site at the far side of the circle, on the outside, sat a mid-sized Pace Arrow motor home with California Plates!
He sat behind his desk and motioned me to a side chair.
She sat behind a desk and began asking me questions which I interrupted.
He took her arms and sat her in a chair, handed her a fistful of tissues, and knelt.
He sat back and waited, counting down from ten.
Her gaze moved from the incredible view to the condo's owner, whose desk sat against the wall opposite her beside the windows.
She retreated to the couch and sat on its arm.
Instead, he sat down across from him, his penetrating gaze on the young vamp.
Bianca sat, fully clothed, at one end of the shower, drenched and shaking.
She picked up Sunny and sat on the couch, making herself at home.
She sat down on the couch and folded her legs beneath her.
A plate of half-finished food sat on the coffee table, and the kitchen was a disaster.
Awhile later, the sound of furniture crashing against the tile floor startled her, and she sat up from where she'd been dozing in front of the TV.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
Sensing similar distress in the man before her, she sat down.
Jonny sat on his bed stiffly.
He obeyed and sat across from her, shifting in his seat several times under her gaze.
He returned after a few minutes and sat across from her.
She shook her head and sat down, sending a text to Darian.
He was glaring at Darian, who sat across the kitchen on another stool.
She sat between Darian and Jonny across from Toni and two others.
She sat next to him and propped her chin on one hand, gazing at him.
He sat on the ottoman in front of her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.
Regret sat in his stomach.
"Got it," Toni said and sat, logging into the computer at the table.
He sat across from her, elbows on his knees, watching her.
She sat up and gazed at him, chewing her lip in a way he knew to be an indication that she was troubled.
Darian sat, hunched and unresponsive on the far side.
Overjoyed at her response, he sat cross-legged, hunched over the only lifeline the thousands of innocent people around him had.
Bianca moved away from Talon towards the violent waves and then sat with her back to a wave as high as her waist.
A few minutes later, she sat in the living room, granola bar clenched between her teeth while she tied her shoes.
She sat back, dizzy with effort.
He sat and looked around.
He sat, surprising Bianca, who wrapped her arms around him.
He sat beside her.
Two men sat at the table, one with blond hair and the other like something out of a movie.
He sat like he owned the pub, leaning back in the chair in a display of relaxed power.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
She sat back with a frown.
Jule sat where she left him.
Lightheaded, Yully sat heavily.
In fact, it sat calmly on the couch across the room from him.
She sat beside him and touched his skin.
She sat heavily, unable to fathom hundreds of people dying around her without her noticing.
She sat for a moment, finally admitting she needed to embrace whatever it was about her that made her special.
He sat in the chair in front of the vamp he'd fixated on.
"What was it?" she asked and sat across from him.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
Jenn snapped awake and sat, reaching for the gun under her pillow.
He sat and stared out the window while nibbling on a piece of cheese from the plate of cheese and crackers on a small table at his side.
She sat on the couch, and he sat opposite her in the armchair.
He crossed to the couch and sat beside her.
Dusty slammed the door behind him and entered the living room, his sharp gaze taking in every dark corner before he sat.
"Tell me she didn't know," Dusty said and sat forward.
He sat beside her bed, his large body awkward in the small chair.
They paused in the doorway of a large library, where a beautiful, petite blonde sat.
He sat beside her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
She made her way to a coffee shop and sat at a table in the darker end of the shop, hot cocoa in hand.
Her legs felt weak, and she sat heavily on the curb, struggling to control her breathing so she didn't pass out.
Realizing she clenched the phone in her hand, she locked the screen and sat staring at the asphalt.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
He crossed his arms to display roped forearms and sat on the edge of his desk.
She sat on her knees for a long moment.
The dark monster sat in a dark corner of her mind and sobbed so loud, she thought them real.
Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one day from being all out crazy, then kidnapped—and the sight of the man before her turned her on.
He hadn't seen anything like her since he sat in his father's court as a child.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing one blonde lock from her face.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
She sat, taking in the Goth décor that made the study as welcoming as a graveyard.
Damian met his gaze, and they sat in the kitchen, bloodied and breathing hard as they recovered.
Her memories wiggled their way out of the mud of her mind, and she sat upright.
Han sat in the corner of her room nearest the door.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
He sat her down on the couch and sat down across from her with the knife in hand.
He sat beside her, stroking her hair with one hand.
A cold wind comforted her as she sat alone.
He sat beside her on the couch.
He sat on the bed beside her and pushed her onto her back.
"You know, the French are the kings and queens of love," he said and sat in his chair by the door.
Claire sat beside another Guardian, watching the movie.
Sofia sat in one of the plush chairs, legs pulled to her chest, and watched their brotherly exchange.
He went back to his small room and sat on the bed staring at the white wall in front of him.
Dustin sat beside her.
They sat around the low table still scattered with pictures.
He sat down heavily in the corner, watching her.
He sat in the dark corner of her mind, still and silent.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
To Sofia's surprise, Rainy obeyed, though he sat across the room and stared at her.
They sat at a table near the windows.
She sat on one of two fold-out chairs in the concrete room, legs crossed and hands in her lap.
He pulled up the other chair and sat across from her.
They complied, and the three women sat in lawn chairs.
She sat down, sobbing her heart out, and Sofia sat near her.
He sat up, sweating.
He looked around and found a familiar dirt trail that led to a large rock overlooking the desert he'd sat on earlier to watch the sunset.
Two sat down on his bed and stared into the darkness, unable to sleep when she cried.
Jule pulled out his phone, and Dusty sat in front of the computer.
The sense of danger jarred her, and she sat up straight, heart pounding hard.
Dazed, Damian sat up.
No, he wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth, not when the embodiment of her ability sat hunched before him.
Traci sat on an unmade bed belonging to one of the Tucson Sector members, and Sofia eyed her Guardian.
Two armored Tahoes sat out front with an additional two more well-armed Guardians.
She sat up, forcing herself to meet his golden gaze.
It was hunched over a book large enough to cover half the black stone desk at which it sat.
It sat on the nightstand beside the bed.
"Gabriel doesn't know," he guessed and sat back.
She sat down on her couch, recalling the nights she spent watching television after work.
She sat on the bed, panicking silently.
Deidre sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, pink hair falling down around her.
He sat, his warmth surrounding her once more.
She sat down and pulled her knees into the chair.
She sat across from him at the large desk.
Gabriel awaited her on the beach near where they'd first sat together two weeks before.
She hesitated then sat beside him.
They sat in silence, both of them gazing at the ocean.
Deidre sat up, staring at him.
She sat beside Martha and took her hand.
Dean wondered if Bird Song could afford the food bill as he sat down and joined Pumpkin for a cup of coffee.
After a pirouette of approval, she sat on the edge of the bed.
They talked about how to punish me and then sat me down and told me their decision.
Dean sat in the corner, trying to read up on Colorado law as it pertained to the duties of sheriff, but was drawn by politeness and the darkened room to view the exhibit.
He sat there, not in a uniform, but in shirt and tie, with a suit jacket slung over the chair.
He turned on some music with weak intentions of continuing his sheriff reading but instead just sat there, finishing the last of the merlot.
Joseph and Ginger sat, pretending everyone continued to love one another while no doubt plotting their own sneaky revenge.
They sat there and pretended to agree, or at least consider the alternatives and ramifications as presented.
Cynthia sat cross legged on the floor, her back to the wall.
They sat for a moment while Dean opened his knapsack and checked their limited equipment.
They brushed the mud from their clothes and sat for enough minutes to regain their composure.
Dean sat on the ground next to the vehicle.
"You haven't seen Ginger, have you?" he asked as he sat in a chair next to the chaise and eyed Dean's last ale.
A waif of a girl sat beside him.
Amid boxes, lamps, and glassware of every description sat the old man, atop a trunk, snuggled between the two maiden ladies from Indiana.
The window was open to the summer evening and the bottle-opening revelers could be heard clearly as he sat on their bed.
Paul sat next to me, just like we're sitting now.
She sat down, clutching the line with both hands.
He sat against a bush and caught his breath, waiting for a repeat performance.
He wiggled out of his shirt and placed it over the boy's lifeless face and sat down to wait.
She sat alone in the darkened car, waiting, her head bowed low.
He sat on a sofa while she settled into a leather rocker where she'd evidently been sitting, as there was a nearly empty pint of vodka on the table next to her.
Fred sat bolt upright.
All the guests are staying put, with no check-ins or check-outs, Cynthia said as she and her husband sat down to lunch.
Lovey-dovey next to her sat husband Joseph.
After giving Fred a hug he sat next to him on the bunk.
Dean read the paper as he sat in his Jeep—I'll be at Bird Song in an hour.
"I see Ginger is back," she said with a smile as they sat.
Cynthia sat next to Martha and hugged her all the harder.
He then sat at the table, helping himself and his companion to the assorted pastries.
Lydia turned off the engine and they sat there alone with no other cars in sight.
The old man sat crumpled in the grotto where Martha's bones had rested.
While the autopsy questioned the day-old curious knife wound in his backside, it was assumed he'd stupidly sat on a very sharp object.
Ten minutes later, she sat at a picnic table, devouring the crispy-sweet treats.
He sat down on the bed beside her.
They'd sat for hours, until human-Deidre's distress faded and turned first to disbelief then hope then resolve.
Gabriel sat down across from his mate, studying her.
She stared at him and sat up quickly.
Gabriel sat down on the railing to face her, arms crossed as he took in her features.
The tension melted from Gabriel's shoulders as he sat on the settee across from Andre.
He set down the tray on the small table near the blazing hearth and sat.
The air around her felt heavier as she sat.
She was able to breathe easier when she stood outside the massive fortress that sat on a clearing the size of two football fields.
Gabriel snorted and sat in one of the plush chairs.
It never sat well with him that those charged with enforcing Death's mission served not out of choice but obligation to the deity that stole their souls.
He sat with his back to the windows.
Unable to function from shock, he sat down on a rock overlooking the lake.
It was the night he sat with human-Deidre on the beach.
Gabriel sat on the beach.
Gabriel sat in silent thought, comforted by the ebb and flow of the waves.
The other night, he sat on a beach with one Deidre and watched the moon cross the sky.
He sat on the bed, reaching over to rest a hand on her head.
Alex lifted her and sat her on his arm.
Carmen sat the butter on the table Your breakfast is ready and I packed a sack lunch for you.
Back at the house, Carmen prepared the chicken for the oven while Destiny sat in her high chair playing with some cereal.
She sat up straight and forced the thought from her mind.
Carmen sat back down at the table.
Lori sat down with her food and looked at each of them in turn.
She sat there for a long time, leaning against the porch post and thinking about the first time they had met.
Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.
She pulled up a chair and sat beside him, resting chin in palms.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, peering at the clock.
In the privacy of their bedroom, she sat on the bed, allowing the tears to flow.
He sat a moment longer and then reached out and covered her hand with his.
Carmen grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, reading as he typed.
For a moment she sat still, wishing that it had continued.
A moment later he sat upright in bed.
Infected by the terror in his voice, she sat up and flipped on the light.
She sat up, peering out the window.
She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him.
After getting them each a cup of coffee and a piece of the cherry pie she had made the day before, she sat down at the table with them.
Alex sat down in his chair.
He sat down, watching her absently as she worked.
She sat on the table in the exam room facing a line of backlit x-rays and cat scans on the wall.
Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
She wasn't the kind who sat around waiting to die, not when she wanted so badly to enjoy every day until she was no longer able to.
Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.
Deidre wiped away more tears and went to her messy desk, where a red-covered notebook sat on a pile of paper.
Wynn removed his shoes and sat nearby, uneasy but unwilling to show it.
They sat and stared at each other.
Deidre sat and dropped onto her back, staring up at the sky.
He sat a couple of feet from her.
She sat near him.
Gabe roused himself and sat.
Unfazed by Gabe's attempt to hack him into pieces, Rhyn sat beside him.
Ignoring the acid tone, Gabriel sat in the chair a few feet from him.
He wore no shoes and sat with his arms draped over his knees.
He wanted more of the woman he'd sat with yet guessed he'd kill her if he was allowed.
Her hand paused as she stared in bewilderment at what sat in the bottom of the bath tub.
She sat on the arm of the sofa.
Her breath knocked from her, Deidre didn't move for a long minute then sat up, gasping.
Ocean surrounded the small island, upon which a fortress sat, several hundred meters away, up a sloping hill on top of solid rock.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
She sat as far from the opening as she could, brandy clenched in shaking hands.
He sat down across from Deidre, and she would've tried to run again, if her body worked right.
She sat near the door and waited.
She'd barely finished her omelet when the two people from the other table sat across from her.
A full wine glass sat in front of the seat.
Wynn poured her a cup of coffee and sat back, studying her closely.
Struck by an idea, Deidre sat up.
Deidre wiped her hands on her jeans and sat up straight.
Deidre went and sat when they pulled her towards the ground.
Katie set the tray on the bed then sat at the foot, leaning against the bed frame.
He climbed over the tray onto the bed with them and sat cross-legged.
Deidre sat frozen, aware of their concerned gazes.
They sat on the bed, playing a card game.
He wiped his face and sat facing her on the edge of the balcony's railing, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed at the ankle.
It towered twenty stories tall and sat in a clearing the size of two football fields.
She sat up and hopped off the bed, too aware of how alone she felt.
He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.
Gabe sat down on a boulder, a thrill working through him.
Andre sat, steady gaze on Gabriel.
She did, waiting for his response as he sat.
She sat in the oversized armchair, curling her legs beneath her as she drank her wine.
She unfolded her legs and sat on the edge of the chair.
Deidre sat down on the beach, mesmerized by the movement of the clear teal depths rushing ashore.
They sat in silence throughout the afternoon, until the sun sank far enough out of the sky to perch on the ocean.
"You sat with me for hours and don't know why?" she asked, amused.
Each of the four Sanctuaries sat on an island straddling the human and immortal worlds and housed an immortal treasure, such as the Oracle.
Too surprised to understand what exactly was happening, she obeyed the police officer's instructions to sit down and shut up and sat in the quiet police station reception area.
A single bell sat on the counter.
She sat across from him, cocoa with marshmallows before both of them.
Near hyperventilating, she sat heavily on the couch and clutched her head with her hands.
A human-like creature sat in the corner making snorting sounds he assumed was weeping.
Amused, Rhyn stopped pacing and sat, staring the small creature down.
He sat with his hands on his thighs and his eyes straight ahead, like a statue chiseled in Hell itself.
The living room started to spin and she sat, forcing herself to breathe deeply.
Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.
Katie sat up, wondering why her hand didn't hurt.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
His trusted deputies --the slender blonde Iliana and the raven-haired gigantor Jade with cocoa skin --sat across from him.
Death dude sat at the back of the conference room, out of the glare of the screen.
Kris sat opposite his brother.
He sat, leaning back.
Kris sat back, satisfied.
He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.
His gaze strayed to the desk, where Katie's file sat.
She sat in the general manager's office of the fast food joint where she'd worked for six months.
She sighed and sat up straight a second before the door was pushed open to reveal someone she didn't know.
Katie sat, irritated to see who followed with a confident stride and two glasses of
Andre relaxed and sat on the couch near her while Ileana drew close as well.
Andre poured her whiskey and sat back.
He pursed his lips then poured himself a shot and sat back to sip it.
They left, and she sat and ate leisurely.
Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.
Lankha retrieved a small satchel from its bed and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her feet, withdrawing small vials and balled gauze.
She sat on her bunk while Lankha climbed atop his.
Rhyn sat up, eyeing his brother warily.
He retreated to his cell and sat against the wall again, troubled by a familiar feeling of helplessness.
She sat next to the bars on her cell.
She sat up and crossed her legs, eyeing the rope.
He sat on a boulder near the entrance, as if he were the bouncer trying to prevent someone like her from exiting.
Tying her chosen anchor to one end of the rope, she sat to eat her sugary cube, checked again for the monster, and leaned out of the cave.
She returned to the room, where the two Germen women still sat and talked while cleaning their camping gear.
She sat on a trunk at the end of one bed.
Rhyn sat and draped his arms over his knees, staring at the horizon.
He sat at the window overlooking the street two dozen stories below.
When she felt the cool touch of the shadow world, she sat up straight.
"He doesn't," Gabriel confirmed, and sat in an armchair near Rhyn.
She pulled her shirt over her nose and mouth and sat back on her heels.
She sat on the river bank across from a series of wide, large steps leading up a hill to the park where the Arch stood, framed against a black sky.
As soon as she sat, another woman in similar robes with a flushed face appeared, serving tray in hand.
Katie sat back with a contented sigh, gaze dropping to her arm.
She leaned against the wall, eyeing the distance from her position to the rock on which Rhyn sat.
She sat on the bed, placing her small satchel of belongings on the nightstand.
She had barely sat when a servant bearing a tray of coffee and diet root beer -- her favorite --set down the drinks in front of her.
Most wore trendy boots and coats, sat in designer jeans and sweaters worth a month of her salary, and wore make- up that coordinated perfectly with their expensive clothing and hair.
Hannah sat and began talking about Paris again to an audience eager to hear her.
She sat on a couch inside the gold lacquered bathroom, rubbing her face.
A touch of coldness made the hair on the back of her neck rise, and she sat up, fearful Kris or Sasha had come for her.
He sat beside her and reached for her, his gaze on the newest scars given to her by Kris.
Gabriel's soft cluck of disapproval filled the air around him as Rhyn sat in the corner, watching the most vexing woman in the world --his mate --sleep.
The death dealer sat, his trench coat rustling.
They sat in comfortable silence, the quiet room filled only with the woman's soft snores.
"It never sat well, what I did to you," Gabriel said.
The immortal he sensed sat inside a large library.