Seemed Sentence Examples
A black cloud seemed to cover the earth.
You seemed to be doing well enough on your own.
That seemed unlikely, though.
Everything seemed clearer, as though she had come out of a fog.
Señor Medena was watching Alex thoughtfully, but Alex seemed to be unaware of his attention.
Now it seemed more like a vacation.
It seemed unlikely that Señor Medena would invite Tessa.
He seemed to feel quite well and strong.
After what seemed like a short wait, they boarded another plane.
She was silent and seemed confused.
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It seemed to Rostov that Bogdanich was only pretending not to notice him, and that his whole aim now was to test the cadet's courage, so he drew himself up and looked around him merrily; then it seemed to him that Bogdanich rode so near in order to show him his courage.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
The little Princess seemed fresh and rosy and in good spirits.
Looking at their boots he several times shook his head sadly, pointing them out to the Austrian general with an expression which seemed to say that he was not blaming anyone, but could not help noticing what a bad state of things it was.
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The old prince and his son seemed to have changed roles since the campaign of 1805.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
I remember because you seemed so sincere.
He seemed sincere, but it could have been an act.
AdvertisementStrange, it had never seemed lonely here before.
Where was the sweet, gentle Brandon who never seemed to be upset by anything?
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
All the men seemed amused when they saw the boy, and as they rode up, they greeted the king by taking off their hats.
AdvertisementHe seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, too, seemed passionately fond of the boy, and Princess Mary often deprived herself to give her friend the pleasure of dandling the little angel--as she called her nephew--and playing with him.
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
Since his current office was directly across from their bedroom, it seemed a better place for babies that Alex said could be born early.
It seemed like hours in the emergency room before the diagnosis.
You sure seemed like a willing participant for a while there.
As soon as he closed his eyes his ears seemed filled with the rattle of the wheels and the sensation of victory.
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
Lisa seemed to fear him more than she did Giddon.
She seemed to promise to explain that necessity to him when he came on Tuesday.
After what seemed like hours of traveling down trails that were little more than rockslides, Giddon stopped the ATV and shut off the engine.
Sometimes she would stop crying for a while, and it seemed that she was gaining control.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
She seemed satisfied and fell asleep at once.
Claire seemed pleased to be held by anyone, at least most of the time, but on occasion she'd let out a scream, loud enough to shake Howie from the past in spite of his near-soundproof basement room.
He seemed eager to talk all night.
Gabriel could move forward, try to win over the woman who seemed much more interested in him than she had a few days ago, before her deal with the Dark One.
She finished with a question and answer period and there were quite a few queries that seemed to impress her.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
You seemed pretty sure of yourself a while ago.
Somehow the latter seemed more likely with Cade.
During and after supper, conversation seemed to continually migrate back to Cynthia.
People always wanted what seemed unobtainable.
Maybe that was why Mary seemed so concerned that she would become romantically involved with Cade.
Anyway, it seemed like innocent flirtation.
When only silence followed, she seemed to feel obligated to explain.
Quinn seemed relieved no one was blaming him or his experiments.
Thankfully, he seemed relaxed.
There was no shadow or footprints even though I seemed to be standing on grass.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
Only Quinn seemed pleased with that result but when we tried to question him about it he refused to discuss the matter.
He seemed to quiver at the suggestion.
Even Quinn seemed to have forgotten his desire to go public in the tension of our impromptu to act.
Yet, in spite of the obstacles, it seemed utterly sinful to ignore the potential.
Cooms doted on the boy who seemed to return his affection.
Quinn seemed to ponder the matter.
I told her Howie hadn't yet arrived at the office, but she seemed to know.
They seemed to truly care for each other.
It seemed to me that my wife's brief but profound statement put all else in prospective.
The child was shy, but seemed excited in a subdued way by the new surroundings.
She seemed nervous and her open smile was less in evidence, unless speaking of her daughter.
Betsy didn't answer but she seemed at least partially placated by what was, at best, a half-truth.
Denying it seemed fruitless yet I couldn't bring myself to confirm what she was saying.
When I first met Howie in class I thought he was just this lonely guy but he seemed nice and we had coffee a time of two.
She seemed untroubled that her best friend tried to seduce her husband.
Molly seemed mollified, excuse the alliteration.
It wasn't the open road wanderers I envied but the home town golfers; they seemed so content in their pastoral surroundings.
It sure seemed like it at the time.
She seemed to understand and was off to walk Bumpus while I filled in Betsy on my conversation.
People at the memorial service had contradictory stories and when Howie pressed them, no one seemed to have any real facts.
Three facilities were in nearby Swanzy; a town where we'd considered buying a home what seemed like years, not months, ago.
All that business seemed months, not just weeks, ago.
The detective seemed unconvinced until I told him John Luke Grasso wanted something from my friend and he might have contacted him.
It seemed hours I was left alone until shouting voices announced the end of our ordeal.
While the last words, "sleeping, just sleeping," said prior to the interruption by Grasso seemed to denote failure, the earlier recorded observations suggest otherwise.
His eyes seemed to swirl, around and around, changing from the color of her mother's tulips to a color almost as dark as the night.
She stared at her brother, who seemed unaware of where he was or what he did.
The sheets were so fine and light they seemed to melt against her skin.
He seemed done with his interrogation of her, and she looked at him.
He was tall and lanky with a huge smile and close-spaced eyes that seemed more soulful than his youthful looks warranted.
He seemed the most approachable of everyone she'd met.
Such a normal thing seemed … weird.
She'd always been grateful to him for accepting her and her gift, but he'd always refused to tell her what exactly he was and how he seemed to be able to read her mind sometimes.
Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.
She met his gaze again, caught in the dark eyes that seemed both warm and wary.
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.
His senses tingled, and he dwelled on how his defensive powers almost seemed to work when nothing else did.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
The instincts that warned her Jonny wasn't as naïve as he seemed were confirmed when she stepped into the gym and saw Xander standing in the doorway, watching her.
It seemed like too long already, especially since the woman was alone to protect herself.
It seemed too real, and he'd dwelled long on what he could remember of the conversation.
Their lovemaking seemed to cement what was between them.
If he was what everyone seemed to think he was, he didn't need them.
The Original Being was impossible to track with his senses and seemed to fade in and out of existence.
Xander had seemed curious, the opposite of what Jule expected from the father to the creatures Jule regularly killed.
His body seemed too weak to contain his newfound power.
Xander seemed like nothing more than a bored guest.
As she stared, the silver seemed to flare into a deep glow and swirl around her irises like cars around a racetrack.
One was of medium height and slender, an older man with sharp green eyes the color of forest moss who seemed out of place in the middle of the room.
A few of the guests cast curious looks her way, and everyone who looked at her seemed more interested in the plain charm at her chest than in meeting her gaze.
He wasn't like Dustin, who seemed more likely to kill a stranger than talk to one.
Linda was too easygoing to be affected by much of anything, and the men seemed more surprised than anything else.
One vamp in particular seemed to be awaiting her and strode to the car when she rolled to a stop.
The drive from the mountains to the safe house had seemed to take forever.
It seemed simple enough.
Surprised by the intimate motion that seemed meant to comfort her, Deidre glanced up at him before nuzzling his neck.
He seemed mainly angry.
She seemed unable to keep secrets from anyone.
He seemed content to study her.
Anyone in authority seemed habitually out of the office after Dean gave his name.
What's more, none seemed bent on murder, a decided improvement over some of Bird Song's earlier guests!
The time frame and dates seemed to fit, but that's a mighty long stretch.
The further good news was that no one seemed to be immediately concerned with addressing Martha's present circumstances.
There was a question of jurisdictions and when Weller volunteered that Martha was safe and comfortable at Bird Song where she'd spent the last six months, no one seemed to protest.
This seemed to satisfy the official, who was obviously embarrassed over the entire debacle and infinitely relieved that at least half their problem was solved without any accusatory newspaper headlines.
For the first time they seemed interested in something besides themselves.
She seemed to consider whether or not to answer.
It seemed like hours before we found our way out.
Fred O'Connor seemed a tad put out that he'd been absent from the final confrontation in the Lucky Pup Mine until Dean reminded him that without his Internet connection and library research, Martha's bones would still be without identity.
The Dawkinses were history and no one seemed to miss the feuding quartet.
Pumpkin Green was seen about town, always in the company of ever-expanding Melissa, whom he seemed to adore.
He seemed at ease with himself, another thing she didn't remember about him.
Gabriel hadn't wanted to believe her story of Darkyn combining the two Deidres into one, but it certainly seemed possible.
She seemed to be thinking of how to respond.
The urge almost seemed stronger with her today than when he left her last night.
No one had ever been able to sneak up on her before, and now, it seemed like everyone did.
The only problem seemed to be that they were somehow trapped on the mortal plane.
The movements seemed to start there, circle around the lake then drop, as if there was an invisible wall.
For a moment, she seemed apprehensive.
She seemed to have dropped any form of common sense somewhere between Hell and her world.
Today, he seemed … calm, if the ruthless Dark One could be called that.
Andre was the only one who seemed to think there was a reason for Gabriel to be here, and Gabriel trusted Andre more than both Deidres and Darkyn combined.
He did it by pushing the only button that seemed to work on the deity.
He went to the lake and the souls, the only place that seemed to calm him.
She'd seemed uncertain and scared, though.
In fact, she glowed with health, even if she seemed shy or nervous.
He'd never set a number, but right now two hardly seemed enough.
In fact, she seemed to enjoy that form of attention.
Her focus right now seemed to be winning Destiny, but Destiny didn't warm to people easily.
He always seemed to know the best thing to do, and when.
She still seemed energetic and optimistic.
It seemed like a long time, but was probably no longer than fifteen minutes before the mare lunged to her feet, snapping the cord.
The light green scrubs made his long features look sallow and the pale blue eyes that fixed on her seemed more tired than interested.
They still seemed to think that he might wake up at any time, though.
There were, it seemed, worse things than death.
Destiny no longer mentioned Alex, and even Jonathan seemed resigned to living without him.
When they talked to him, he seemed to understand, but he didn't respond.
Such a little thing, and yet it seemed so monumental.
The rest of him seemed to have recovered.
Maybe she should instruct or remind him, but the thought of it seemed so unnatural.
Being Alex's sister, that seemed an unwise choice.
I don't get much out of that, but it always seemed to me that you did.
Alex always seemed to know the right thing to say in any moment, and his silence often felt awkward.
He couldn't possibly know or understand, but he seemed to sense something was wrong between them.
As one problem worked itself out, another always seemed to take its place.
He seemed up to discussing it now.
The summary of results might as well have been in a foreign language with the medical terminology, abbreviations and sprinkling of what seemed like random numbers.
She already knew, but it seemed worse when a doctor said it.
Somehow, it seemed wrong not to warn him.
She seemed to be moving so slowly, crisply aware of every sensation, every thought.
His predecessor had seemed much stronger.
The new world seemed less scary in daylight.
The simple plan never seemed more appealing.
It seemed so far away, like a dream.
Deidre didn't know what to think about Gabriel, not when he seemed conflicted about her to start off with.
Whatever step towards him she seemed to take this day, she'd leapt back about twenty.
Logan had seemed off in hindsight, his gestures unnatural and his talk stilted.
The only one who seemed willing to talk to her before being shushed by Daniela was Rhyn.
The kids seemed entranced by her pink hair.
Her brain tumor never seemed like a blessing before now.
It seemed like death was the only way to make up for whatever past-Deidre did.
Deidre wanted to flee and never return, but she nodded at the young woman who almost seemed normal.
I've never heard a good story about him, but he seemed … nice.
There was a flicker of warmth in his gaze as he teased Katie, and he almost seemed approachable without the bulky trench coat lined with weapons.
Even relaxed in bed, he seemed ready to take on the world.
He took up a protective stance within direct sight of them, so still, he seemed like a statue.
The sea breeze seemed to pierce her skull and ruffle through her brain.
Her file --two inches thick --was yet more proof that the world that seemed foreign to her really wasn't.
She felt herself relaxing at his even tone and the words that seemed logical enough.
Andre and Kris seemed to think she was there for the long haul.
She waved back, wondering how the most damning of them all was also the only who seemed anywhere able to feel sympathy.
She saw dark figures jump from the top of the building across from her to the ground, unaffected by what seemed like a thirty-story drop.
The more he watched, the less likely this seemed.
He tugged on another jumper and then lifted her onto the bed with strength that seemed at odds with his small form.
Aside from the scarring, a maroon tattoo seemed to wind all the way around her neck.
He seemed at once disgusted by the fact she was a difficult mortal blood monkey and yet primitively protective, holding her as she quaked after her run-in with a man who wanted to kill her.
There was reason to fear the Ancients, especially this Ancient, who seemed to have no alliance to anything good or bad and was so unpredictable.
In her mind, dragging a human around seemed like a pretty serious liability.
He seemed like a good man.
If anything, he seemed absolutely sure of himself and what he wanted, even if his nature didn't allow him to control his own wild talents.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
In fact, the normal world --while comforting --seemed a bit boring after her trauma.
She glanced at her sister, who seemed interested as well.
The dream had seemed so real.
Sasha seemed to be ignoring her, though a small smile of amusement was on his face.
The woman was small and pale with eyes so dull, she seemed almost lifeless.
He seemed to be the only one on the Council who truly cared about upholding the balance between good and evil, no matter what the cost.
Kiki and Tamer exchanged a look while Sasha seemed to be the only one pleased by the arrangement.
At Tamer.s height and built like a tank, there had never been anything soft about Death.s assassin, but he seemed more distant than usual.
He seemed to shake his dark mood, and Jade relaxed.
He seemed to have forgotten about her, and Katie stood unsteadily, hoping he.d brought them to the Sanctuary—and safety.
He wasn.t sure what that meant, but it seemed to be a good thing.
The distance back to the beach seemed much longer than it had in her dream.
She wondered if she had died, for she seemed able to see the conversation occurring from a dozen feet away, as if she were watching television instead of involved in it.
The only thing that seemed to click was Evelyn's insistence that there were no spiders.
They seemed to be moving very slowly for being on a spaceship, she mused.
Anger awoke her from the odd spell he seemed to cast over her.
The dual moons seemed to hover somewhere in the middle of the air of a massive chasm, just like the dozen or so hulking spaceships, whose dark grey skins reflected like skins of massive grey whales in the moonlight.
The boy seemed unsure how to respond and gazed at her, as did the others.
She didn't know why, but Ne'Rin hadn't seemed to like her.
No, telling him that she didn't like his most trusted friend seemed … petty.
They seemed like silly emotions when compared to the enormity of his task, and yet, she didn't think she could survive without them.
He seemed to think you'd gone weak and I was the source of your weakness.
He seemed to assume she was staying for good, and she didn't know how to tell him A'Ran had given her a choice she hadn't yet made.
She reached a point that seemed familiar and looked for the dark shadow of the crevice.
It was hard to trust Jetr when he seemed so … squirrelly.
The boy seemed attentive in spite of his muteness so Dean resumed sweeping up needles with his hand and continued to chatter.
The question seemed to bewilder the woman.
The answer seemed to please Edith Shipton and she appeared to relax.
Edith seemed to slump down in her seat.
Jerome took him to a number of doctors but nothing seemed to help.
It was a beautiful day and the town seemed to be enjoying it.
The January sun continued in its brilliance and the rhythmic gliding across the crystal snow, though not exhausting, warmed the couple to the point where even their limited outer cover seemed excessive.
But he obviously idolized Martha and she seemed to be a calming influence on him.
To Dean, she seemed a tad pensive as she sat next to the window.
When Dean told his wife about the bearded man who seemed to be following Edith Shipton, Cynthia just shook her head.
Donnie's entrance seemed to brighten Edith's morning as she clucked over him, cautioning him about the perils of his undertaking in a dozen different ways, all the while ignoring father Donald who'd fled from her bed the night before.
He gave him a smile and a poke and Donnie's anxiety seemed to melt away.
Dean found the deep powder beyond his limited abilities and Donald Ryland seemed content to stay with him and ski the packed trails, sometimes cutting off to test the moguls and deeper snow at the trail's edge.
That was how it seemed to me.
The sole name he retained was Mick, the jolly outgoing spokesman for the group, who seemed to know all of the others.
She seemed bewildered with her surroundings and very weak.
After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.
All seemed to be in perilously dangerous situations, clinging to the sheer walls with outstretched arms and spread legs, somehow adhered to the clear surface before them.
Cynthia gave him a quick look but Effie seemed unaffected by his sharp but true criticism.
He held her for what seemed like minutes.
He seemed embarrassed by his overnight absence.
The crowd seemed clustered at one particular spot.
She offered her sympathies but seemed more concerned with finding sister Claire and hurried outside to see if any of the other now returning guests had seen her.
The man seemed to consider, aware of the small crowd whose attention was drawn to the group.
No, she still wasn't out of the woods, but everyone seemed pleased at her responses to date.
Corday looked at Fred, seemed to consider asking him to leave and then decided he'd best leave well enough alone.
There seemed to be improvement in her mother's condition but Cynthia's mood remained subdued.
Somehow, considering Gladys, Effie or Claire seemed to stretch common sense more than an overweight bungee jumper.
Stopping her seemed not to enter Dean's mind as she placed a chair in the middle of the room, looking up to make sure it was directly beneath the hanging brass fixture.
They were all gathered, either in Edith's room or nearby in the hall—Corday, Fitzgerald and a number of uniforms who seemed to come and go.
He turned toward the wall and, after what seemed like minutes, heard the bedroom door close.
Fred seemed less than satisfied with Dean's answer but didn't push it.
It had seemed a contented life at the time, but not so much so in retrospect.
It seemed to Dean she'd spent her life on the outside, in some respects by choice, somehow driven from one social plane down to another, much lower, until there was nothing left but death.
They stood there together, holding each other, with her head against his chest, saying nothing, for what seemed like minutes.
Cynthia grimaced but seemed to understand.
Cynthia seemed to understand his hurt.
He thought of Edith Shipton, impregnated by a man she hated and who seemed not to have wanted an intrusive fetus invading her life.
Cynthia, in her infinite wisdom, arranged a generous monetary scale of chores-for-bucks that seemed to take care of the problem.
His words seemed to perk up Franny.
For instance, I don't think it was a mistake that her husband followed her to Ouray as easily as it seemed.
When he read about Annie Quincy's death, that must have seemed too perfect for him to pass up.
The strict rules of their noble births seemed irrelevant now.
At one end sat a man, in what seemed more like a throne.
They seemed so… human.
Frederick seemed guarded and pensive.
She seemed so lost his heart ached for her.
She seemed to be grasping for any distraction to dull the pain.
No one would ever be good enough for Sarah in Jackson's eyes, however, as far as boyfriends went, this guy seemed pretty amiable.
She returned the smile, yet still seemed unable to speak.
When she seemed sufficiently exhausted, he lay on his back.
She seemed to be actually enjoying herself.
She seemed so distraught, especially when he called her a monster; no way did she want him dead.
Sarah seemed confused as well.
That seemed to put her at ease.
They were a soft, sable brown with specs of black that seemed to swirl in motion around her pupils like two tiny solar systems.
It seemed as if she could see his soul.
The fun ones seemed so stupid, they were pitiful and the smart ones were so tedious, he wanted to scream.
She seemed much less guarded than when they met.
She stared down at her plate for what seemed an eternity.
She seemed distressed and softly pleaded, "Please?"
As they walked from room to room, Elisabeth seemed to be more than impressed, especially at the artwork.
His future, as it was, seemed pretty bleak.
Connor and Sarah seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Once people had their chat with the artist and had made their selections, they settled in and the atmosphere seemed more like a party.
By the time he arrived home, the most pressing problem seemed to be explaining his bizarre behavior; She must think I'm a lunatic.
It just seemed so sweet.
He seemed so hopeless.
He gazed out at the trees remembering Mount Greylock, how mesmerized Elisabeth seemed by the view and how connected he felt to her then.
Most of the students seemed genuinely interested in Elisabeth's presentation.
The discomfort from earlier in the day seemed to have vanished.
Somehow, that seemed like a lifetime ago.
She seemed so sad for him.
Elisabeth seemed to sense his unease.
The color seemed to be sun kissed.
He sat, petting her, thinking how unreal this all seemed, but at the same time celebrated that they had overcome their most daunting hardship.
By the time they finished their drinks, Elisabeth seemed much calmer.
Everyone seemed happy to ignore the discussion about the full moon.
She seemed more than amused.
Jackson and Elisabeth took turns sitting with Sarah; she seemed to be reconciling herself to their new reality.
He hadn't left the house yet, so seemed a bit stir crazy, but otherwise was adjusting without problems.
She seemed concerned, yet said, "I think that's a great idea."
They seemed so easy with each other and she had never seen Elisabeth this happy.
Miriam smiled, yet displayed a faraway look that seemed odd to Jackson.
Jackson noticed Elisabeth seemed lighter and more at ease than he had ever seen her.
Miriam seemed as impressed by the artwork and decor as Elisabeth had been.
It didn't take Connor's mother long to tell him he seemed different.
That seemed to appease her and calmed Connor somewhat.
Elisabeth seemed amused by the whole scene.
They all chatted comfortably, and Mrs. Poe seemed to have let go of her suspicions about Connor.
Handling this month after month seemed an insurmountable task.
It would just be the four of them, and they all seemed pleased by that.
Nothing seemed to be working out lately.
He seemed to have an even nature, but maybe he was on his best behavior.
They seemed unconcerned that their feet were buried in snow.
His voice was gentle, and yet it seemed a little pensive.
She tried to help him drive Alex from her mind, but at times it seemed an impossible chore.
Hiding her desire for him seemed a wise thing to do a few minutes ago, but maybe he thought she kissed every man like that.
He seemed to be waiting for a response, so she shrugged.
With Alex, the relationship seemed to be either grinding up a long hill or plunging perilously toward the depths of despair.
She seemed to be at loss for words.
Was that why she seemed so concerned that they might be having an affair?
Yet Alex seemed so healthy.
The week seemed more like a month, but finally Alex arrived and she picked him up at the airport.
Whenever she seemed to be getting herself under control, a fresh bout of sobs would begin.
Tim seemed genuinely pleased.
All was not quite as it seemed in the peaceful compound.
They seemed to walk for hours, until the first rays of morning lightened the forest.
Lana never thought she'd end up in the middle of a forest, defended by the PMF against those who seemed to want to start a second East-West civil war.
She couldn't tell what was happening, but it seemed like there were a lot more guns in the fight than there had been a minute ago.
He seemed immune to most emotions remotely human.
Lana looked over her shoulder at an explosion that seemed far too close.
The token seemed too small to make up for not thinking of it sooner.
Doctors worked quickly to stabilize Brady in a helo ride that seemed far too long for Lana's comfort.
He kissed her forehead lightly, marveling at the treasure he'd found when the world seemed ready to end.
Gods, but he could smell her sweet scent! Her large eyes seemed to see right through him. He feared reaching out, in case she slid through his fingers like smoke. He'd lost her in life; he wasn't going to risk losing her in his dreams. He could imagine closing the distance between them, sweeping her up into his arms, and making love to her on the beach.
The dream seemed so short, but the sky had begun to lighten on the horizon. The dream faded as he sat up. Toby stood nearby, his young face solemn.
Andre ran hard for a creature that was already dead. Katie chased him, terrified of looking back when the awful sounds seemed so close. Only when the ground stopped trembling did Andre stop.
He wasn't sure what to say. Andre had never spoken well of Death, but the woman in his tent seemed harmless.
Of all the things Death had told Kris, she hadn't seemed in the least concerned about trespassers in her domain.
Ully obeyed. They crept through the hallways, avoiding any that seemed crowded. Toby followed the directions he saw in his memories and led them to a small chamber near the center of the fortress. They entered and closed the door, seeing the open portal hovering in the middle. He took Ully's hand, and they stepped into it.
Ully cursed as he moved to seek cover from the downpour. Safe beneath his jungle roof, Toby watched him. The brave, cheerful Ully that sat with him in Hell seemed lost in the underworld, and Toby began to suspect there was another reason their jailer, Jared, had freed them.
Katie asked. She settled next to the trapped woman, trying hard to keep her mind off how cold she was. She was grateful for company, even if Deidre seemed as lost as she was.
Katie's eyes watered, and she squeezed him harder. The nightmares of the past few weeks seemed to fade away while she was in his arms. She'd been too afraid to think about what kind of life they might possibly have, but she found herself wondering how it would feel to wake up and go to sleep with Rhyn beside her.
Her hair was short and dark and worn in an easy style that seemed to require little care.
She seemed to read his mind and smiled.
Jeff Byrne had worked for World Wide for 15 years and seemed at least content with the work he was doing.
He wore an ill-fitting suit and his neck seemed to be untouched by an oversized collar.
The entire procedure operated with a casualness to it that seemed to make fun of the serious nature of what was happening, while the rules seemed more important than what they were designed to accomplish.
Jake was led forward by his attorney, a newcomer, a dapper little man resplendent in vest, patent leather shoes and a gold watch chain, all topped off by a condescending smile that seemed to say, "Look out, rubes, I'm going to spring this poor victim before you finish administrating the oath."
Even Mrs. Lincoln seemed eager to see him, giving his leg a welcoming rub.
Randy Byrne was dressed in jeans and sweater and seemed at ease around adults, more so than most his age.
Winston was most personable and seemed genuinely interested in the small town and surrounding countryside.
He brushed back what seemed like a foot of wavy blond hair.
When he replayed his dictated first draft, the report seemed dry but the evidence produced an overwhelming endorsement that there was no logical reason why Jeffrey Byrne might skip.
Dean had the feeling he was in trouble and Winston seemed to search for the right words to say.
Dean managed to hand her his business card but she seemed to dismiss it, with eyes only for the charming Fred O'Connor.
He seemed to pause.
Everyone else's life seemed to have some force in it, a force that was driving it forward, something much stronger than his life that was plodding along like a Sunday walk to nowhere.
It was Thursday evening and Dean showered and drove over to Ethel Rosewater's luxury apartment where the preliminaries seemed to move along even quicker than usual.
She smiled but it seemed more designed to give comfort to Dean than a true indication of her feelings.
He tried to appease the Norfolk detective by saying no permanent harm had been done and even Mrs. Byrne seemed to have made it through the ordeal.
Hunter nodded, but seemed skeptical.
She in turn called her sister in Toledo, then Fred O'Connor because the occupants seemed to be watching his house.
It seemed to Dean it was the young man's way of telling his mother that he was comfortable with her allowing Dean to peek into the corners of their life.
Three prospective buyers had looked at the house and at least one seemed interested.
Mostly he was the man I knew but in some ways, he seemed like a stranger, especially at work.
At first, Cynthia seemed unaware that her reminiscences made Dean uncomfortable but when he didn't respond, she turned and looked at him.
He seemed pleased at that.
Instead he tried and discarded a who-done-it and then attempted a conversation with Mrs. Lincoln, but she seemed more interested in sleeping than listening to a bored detective.
It seemed they had but then why bother to chase down Fred?
The emotion she displayed seemed to defy duplicity.
Neither of the men seemed to pay the slightest attention to either Dean or the painters, but one of them seemed to be keeping an eye on the door while the other spoke in low tones to his companion.
Randy Byrne answered the phone and seemed surprised to hear Dean's voice.
Randy seemed relieved to be having company.
She cried for what seemed like an interminable time.
The tour seemed to have attracted most of its riders from Colorado, California, Texas or some part of the west.
Their pace was sufficiently similar that neither seemed uncomfortable keeping up with the other.
The first day was behind him, his muscles weren't overly sore, he seemed to be adjusting to the altitude and he had conquered more hills in one day than a year of Pennsylvania biking would offer.
Raucous Stellar Jays squawked their encouragement while buzzards circling overhead seemed to keep out a careful eye for fallen bikers.
It seemed every other rider had passed him on the climb until he looked down the mountain and saw hundreds of dots of color still struggling up the incline behind him.
The rest of his body, although bruised, seemed unbroken.
It seemed more of the investigation time of this case had taken place in motel rooms than anywhere else.
Winston seemed to sense someone sitting on the bed but he could not recognize Dean in the darkened room.
Not at the beginning but the more you guys found, the more it seemed credible.
Yet the Reynolds family seemed to be above that.
At times it seemed that she might be afraid of him.
The phrase 'mature male' seemed like an oxymoron.
No one seemed to think there was any reason for them to wait.
While they were dating, it had seemed wise to avoid making him aware of her desire for him.
He seemed to understand so much.
Still, Alex seemed at home in her old house – and she would have been perfectly content to keep him there.
That hardly seemed fair.
In less than a week they would be married, but somehow it seemed a violation of his bank account.
That night as they sat at the table eating the supper she had cooked, it seemed cozy – as if they were already married.
He always seemed to know what was on her mind.
It crossed her mind to push his hand away, but at the moment it seemed trivial.
You just seemed lonely - like something was missing in your life.
Maybe she hadn't thought of it because it seemed inconsequential at the time.
No one was there to show her how to hold the baby, but the most natural position seemed to be as if she were breast feeding it.
It seemed like only a few minutes before they were at church, making the last minute checks before she walked down the isle.
Somehow it seemed that Josh knew her concern.
In the valley below, the old house seemed to stare at her with blank eyes, as if it too was trying to avoid seeing something.
Maybe it was a practiced art, but it seemed to be in his nature.
It seemed so natural - as if they had always been intimate.
It seemed an invasion of his privacy, but he had insisted that it was now all theirs, not his.
His interest seemed to increase when she clutched the sheets to conceal her state of undress.
In fact, sometimes it seemed a dream now.
Thinking back, it seemed her mother always had a cup of coffee close by.
She wasn't irresponsible, a blabbermouth or a liar – contrary to what both of them seemed to think.
You always seemed to enjoy it.
It seemed impossible that someone like Alex could be sterile.
At the moment, putting distance between them seemed prudent.
He seemed to know she would talk when she was ready.
Carmen seemed unaware that Josh still had romantic thoughts about her, but Lori noticed.
Alex had named the little filly Random because she never seemed to have a schedule for anything.
Finally, what seemed like the perfect opportunity arrived.
She always seemed to know what was going on inside people's heads, and to anticipate how a person would react to a given circumstance.
He had once told her that any time she didn't want to cook, they could go out to eat, but this hardly seemed the time.
In fact, he seemed lost in a sea of uncertainty.
Maybe it was because Alex seemed to have more affection for them than he did anything else lately.
With each day it seemed to be growing until now she had a feeling of dread when she entered the living room.
It seemed like the thing to do, Josh.
The trooper gave Alex a strange look and then glanced at Lori, who seemed a loss for words.
In fact, he seemed disappointed that she had asked.
For Carmen, the name seemed perfect, as the new foal came at the beginning of a new life for her.
It was the only thing she seemed to be able to do right, lately.
That always seemed to calm Destiny.
The longer she sat, the harder it seemed to get up.
His dark eyes and caramel features seemed much older than his nineteen years.
If anything, anyone with more than one life seemed pretty well cursed.
The colors and sensations of the immortal world were richer on the senses, but the mortal world seemed raw, untamed.
This time, their proximity seemed too intimate.
But he seemed calmer than the White God, more driven.
There were too many paths and factors, though all seemed to lead to one of two futures.
The young god seemed in a good humor, though his gaze flickered nervously to the vamps awaiting him.
Nothing seemed to come out of them.
While she welcomed his warmth, the space between them seemed to shrink.
Nothing else in the world seemed out of place, except for that piece inside of you that you thought you buried.
They weren't lost, even if it seemed like everything else was.
Seeing her name there surprised him, but it seemed only natural a woman he'd watched and admired from a distance so long would be his mate.
Something seemed off about Charles, but Jenn didn't have time to place what.
Darian looked at the Watcher, who seemed amused at the idea.
Allin glanced at the man beside him, whose frown seemed permanent.
He glanced at the warriors around him, wondering if the people's loyalties were as divided as Allin and Lean seemed to think they were.
It seemed an unlikely prospect, but on issues where the children were involved, she was generally correct.
It seemed strange to have only Ed in the barn.
In the two years since, he seemed to be getting closer to a normal relationship with his father, so when he called to say he was staying an extra day, it was a relief.
All of the children missed Alex when he was gone, but it seemed that Natalie missed him the most.
Now nothing seemed to trouble her for long.
He was so confident and seemed to always know what he wanted.
Alex had warned her against nursing him too long, but it seemed right at the time.
Alex always seemed to know what was on her mind.
The smile came so quickly that it seemed the dimple arrived first.
At five-nine, he seemed tall to her – probably because she was so short, but possibly because he was so well proportioned.
He used to be able to read her every thought, but lately he seemed to do more misreading than anything else.
He had black hair and dark brown eyes that never seemed to look directly at anyone.
They all seemed happy with the arrangements.
Aaron seemed to be a little wary of the bison, which wasn't altogether a bad thing.
He seemed a genial sort though, if not a bit of a show-off.
He seemed perfectly happy to follow wherever Alex led the conversation.
That kind of praise was reserved for the less attractive, it seemed.
Whatever the case, he seemed thoroughly at ease in the role.
Yet no one other than Felipa seemed to have noticed.
Alex said not to worry about it, but that hardly seemed like a good business attitude.
It seemed that they rarely saw him anymore and those boys weren't the best influence.
He always seemed to know what he wanted and how to go after it.
What was good for the goose wasn't necessarily good for the gander, it seemed.
Somehow that seemed unlikely.
He was always going to work, it seemed.
This morning he seemed to be back to normal.
At first she would have done almost anything to get him back, but now that idea seemed full of holes.
Somehow it always seemed to be his choice.
Their personal problems seemed small at this point.
It seemed unlikely that Alex would tell his father his intent.
The airplane trip to Arkansas seemed like an opportunity to catch up on reading, but his mind kept drifting away from the book.
It seemed that recently all his father talked about was his days in the service.
What Denton wanted, he got - one way or another, and lately he seemed driven by some inner demon.
He seemed like a nice young man.
Clara seemed to care.
He seemed like a nice sort.
He seemed to know a lot about Arkansas.
Turning the light back on, she pointed the beam on the area where the scream seemed to originate.
The only things that seemed to upset him were minor things, like asking him out to dinner and such.
One minute they seemed to be driving in the middle of nowhere, and then they would come into a little town.
When he was away she missed him, and when he was with her, nothing ever seemed so right.
Not even a slight breeze stirred the hot air, but the trees seemed to be swaying.
Wasn't this the man who never seemed to get perturbed about anything - who had confessed to loving her?
They were pale green with silver rings that seemed to liquefy and swirl as Xander watched.
With his choice of prey, he narrowed in on a gorgeous blonde who seemed out of place, one of the few not wearing fangs or dressed from head-to-foot in black.
The godling seemed surprised to see Xander last night.
She seemed … lost.
The cloud-like bedding cushioned her while the bed seemed to adjust to her shape.
He seemed guarded and genuinely unsettled, as if he wasn't expecting an assistant today, despite the note from Ingrid she found.
This time, his eyes seemed to glow a little more.
If anything, her words seemed to make him more curious.
She seemed happy with herself.