Sirian Sentence Examples

Sirian edged closer, his wise gaze and silvering hair the only signs of aging on his otherwise lean frame.

She stepped into the cool night ahead of an occupied Sirian and threw her head back to see the half-moon.

You're so cold, Sirian.

Sirian sheathed his sword.

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.

What if I am the threat Sirian believes me to be?

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

He felt the warning in Sirian's intense glare.

He was not there for the woman, not there to take Sirian's position.

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

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 stood over her and planted his hands on his hips, frowning.

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

Sirian snatched his tunic and stalked away.

He grudgingly admitted that Sirian had trained her well.

Sirian's cool voice broke into his quiet focus.

It would not be wise to tire yourself, Sirian informed her.

Sirian's gaze returned to hers, and the two exchanged a look that made the hair on the back of Taran's neck rise once more.

Taran stayed the sudden urge to challenge Sirian to a round.

Taran obeyed before Sirian contradicted her.

Taran felt Sirian's hard gaze again.

Sirian gave him a cold look as he passed.

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

He maneuvered past the two trailing guards and slowed his horse behind Sirian.

Rissa turned to look at him, then Sirian.

He inched closer to Sirian's horse but said nothing.

He amused himself briefly with the thought of eliminating Sirian himself once the battle began.

The first arrow planted itself firmly in the rump of Sirian's spirited grey.

Her guards watched in surprise as Sirian and his horse disappeared around the bend.

Sirian appeared, clean and newly clothed.

Sirian managed a relieved note in his tone.

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.

Is Sirian her father?

The Warlord cured his wife and daughter of illness when Sirian refused them entry.

Our new friend may be an ally to Sirian.

Those who follow Sirian want him as Warlord.

Sirian knew something others did not if he were willing to risk the Warlord's death to take over the kingdom.

There was a reason Sirian remained the embittered but somewhat faithful servant.

Sirian stalked out, ignoring them.

I wanted Sirian to be wrong, but the attack today…I can't take that chance, Taran.

Sirian will kill you if you do not.

Sirian's suggestion of a cool bath and meal was inviting, but she knew she did not have the time.

She patted her cheek, where Sirian's blow had fallen.

Sirian's betrayal first came to her in a dream created by the demon as a warning before it was strong enough to speak to her.

Maybe the beast awoke to help her fight Sirian before it, too, betrayed her.

And I'm ashamed I did not act before now, when it may be too late to counter Sirian.

You believe Sirian betrayed my father?

She suspected Hilden knew, which was why he stepped up during those years and taught her to fight and survive long before Sirian did.

I know Sirian hates him, and I know you trust no one, he continued.

He could not imagine any siding with a man like Sirian, but he knew men well enough to know there were those like Sirian and Memon who cared only for power and gold.

A quick movement caught his attention as a guard darted from the entrance to Sirian.

Sirian bent his head to listen.

Taran knew instinctively what could cause such a reaction from Sirian, and it involved the foolish woman.

Sirian spoke to a flustered man near one wall.

Taran released him and turned to stare hard at Sirian, whose calm features hid any emotion he might feel.

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

You remember what Sirian taught you?

Maybe Sirian would send a party to save her.

Sirian is scouring the forest for you!

Unless Sirian finds the secret first.

He suspected Sirian was Memon's spy and couldn't help but wonder if Memon understood how deep ambition ran in a man like Sirian.

Sirian would know what to do, only she was unable to trust him.

Sirian's voice preceded his quick step into the quarters.

Sirian bristled, staring the warrior down.

Sirian's dark gaze turned to her and softened.

Once again, he was the Sirian she remembered, the man she worshipped as a child as he belted orders to the army.

Sirian tossed his head to Hilden in dismissal.

Normally. I then take it to Sirian or Bastion.

If what I believe is true, I will find a way to deal with Sirian.

Even so, she didn't know how to pull the armies from the south without drawing Sirian's or Memon's attention.

I do not how you do it, but ensure this reaches them without Sirian's knowledge, she whispered.

Sirian appeared refreshed and relaxed, the opposite of how she felt.

Sirian's coldness had never struck her as anything but rigid discipline and cool thinking.

She was irritated to see Sirian's trencher empty.

She watched Sirian speak for a long time after.

Sirian followed her movement with his gaze and smiled, an unnatural glow in his eyes.

Sirian's voice droned on.

Sirian, I think I'm going to lie down.

Neither Memon nor Sirian would take her kingdom!

In the morning, she would act, and Sirian would never again see the light of day!

He will confirm for Sirian, Hilden said in his gruff voice.

Sirian as well, he said.

It is Sirian you need to worry about.

I know this ally and arranged for her travel without Sirian's knowledge.

If I am another Memon or Sirian trying to take her kingdom?

When she trekked through the lit halls of her home it was well past midnight - -even Sirian would be sleeping.

She wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a good night's rest before facing Sirian the next morning.

You are no better than Sirian.

He had heard nothing of or from Sirian, and the guards on the walls revealed nothing of any threat.

In fact, she'd made sure he was out of the way when she acted against Sirian.

Taran saw Sirian's shrewd manipulations in the convenient location of the army.

I realized too late I should have prepared her more for this day, when she would need the knowledge Sirian has denied her all these years.

She is as weak at battle planning as Sirian is strong.

She would not tell me what you took from her in fulfilling her oath to you, but you did not choose anything a man like Sirian would have chosen.

I want what Sirian wants, what every warlord outside of this kingdom wants but cannot have.

Sirian paced a small underground cell beside the one Taran had occupied his first night in the city.

There was no trail indicating the extent of Sirian's betrayal, no one to reveal his plans but him and the small army holed up near the northern wall.

Tears of fury threatened to spill, but she could not, would not let Sirian see her weakness!

Before she fell again for Sirian's lies, she pushed the lever to seal his cell and walked away, rage and confusion making her head spin.

Sirian had always known what to do, had always guided her decisions.

She needed time to counter Sirian's well-planned treachery.

She had always loved Sirian as an uncle, a man who helped raise her.

Yes, she admitted sadly, she had always trusted and loved Sirian.

We must repair the damage to the southern gate and make sure the eastern gate doesn't fall into the hands of Sirian's followers.

On a night like this, she could think of little else she wanted but a cup of Sirian's cider and a hot bath followed by a good night of sleep.

He watched their work with appreciation, astonished by Sirian's ingenuity.

Sirian cared for me more than my father.

Sirian taught me much, but even he refused to teach me many things.

Sirian moved all our armies too far south to recall them in time to save the city.

Whatever her plan is, she'll probably toss me in the hole you've got Sirian in when she returns!

I should've been at her side instead of Sirian.

The iron wall was open in front of Sirian's cell.

Sirian replied in his clipped tone.

Sirian waited for him to speak, and Taran glared at the older man, unwilling to break the silent battle.

He paused when he reached the main level, satisfied with the information Sirian gave him.

As long as Sirian was kept in the dungeon, Memon wouldn't know until it was too late.

Taran left him for the dungeon, only to find Sirian was already gone.

Servants scurried to prepare it for the feast while Memon sat atop his throne, Sirian before him.

Sirian appeared gaunt from his stay in the dungeon but otherwise clean and well-dressed.

Sirian's knowledge of what happened when two demons possessed one host was not one he would dare share.

But Sirian was free, which meant whatever his plan was, he would soon have a chance to act.

Taran cursed and glanced around, catching sight of Sirian.

Keep an eye on Sirian.

Memon waved him away, and Sirian inched closer to the king with a small smile.

Sirian stood behind him, trailed by Hilden.

I don't need you, Sirian.

Sirian didn't return, but Hilden rushed in soon after darkness overtook the skies.

The cell holding Sirian was closed.

My king, maybe Sirian knows where she is.

For now, we must find Sirian.

If it please you, my king, I will send messengers to your advisors for word on Sirian.

My king, we've found Sirian with the warlord, as I warned you!

Hilden caught up to them as they reached the dungeon, where Vara was opening the iron door to the cell containing Sirian.

A black flash of magic flew from him to Sirian, and the silver-haired man smashed into the back wall.

Sirian staggered to his feet, holding his head.

Taran shouted at Sirian.

Sirian staggered through the forest, agony tearing through him as he tripped and landed hard.

I will make you great, Sirian.

Sirian straightened his clothing and looked around, towards the mountains in the north and Dierdirien's stronghold.

There is no a priori reason to expect the same result from the different classes of stars, such as the brighter or fainter, northern or southern, nearer or more distant, Solar type or Sirian stars.

Most of the above investigators, besides giving a general result, have determined the apex separately for bright and faint stars, for stars of greater or less proper motion, and in some cases for stars of Sirian and Solar spectra.

The comparative nearness of the stars of the solar type, which we have had occasion to allude to, is confirmed by the fact that their proper motions are on the average much larger than those of the Sirian stars.

Kapteyn finds that magnitude for magnitude, the absolute brightness of the solar stars is only one-fifth of that of the Sirian stars, so that in the mean they must be at less than half the distance.

As the numbers of known stars of the two types are nearly equal, it is clear that, at all events in our immediate neighbourhood, the solar stars must greatly outnumber the Sirian.

And in 1895, he set apart, as in the earliest stage of growth, a new class of " helium stars," supposed to develop successively into Sirian, solar, Antarian, or alternatively into carbon stars.

The first conspicuous triumph of the new " spectrographic " art thus established was the record by Huggins in 1879 of the dispersed light of several " white " or Sirian stars, in which the chief traits of absorption were the rhythmical series of hydrogen-lines, then memorably discovered.

Sirian, I'm certain this is where - -

The last time she entrusted the Springs to Sirian, they ended up in the hands of her enemies.

Sirian's sharpness and ingenuity in battle had kept Tiyan safe for years.

Tiyan was built by those with no home for those with no home; Sirian forgets that too often.

Sirian is convinced you're a Landis spy.

I wanted Sirian to be wrong, but the attack today…I can't take that chance, Taran.

Sirian can stall their messenger, but if I don't bring another soon, they'll go the way of Nilian and align with Memon against us.

Sirian sat at the head of the long table, graciously accepting the warlord's normal seat while the warlord risked her life to return to her people.

The allies would not assist without the promise of more healing waters, which meant she needed more bladders of blood and another journey into the enemy- riddled forest under Sirian's watch.

Have you no compassion, Sirian!

Sirian was determined to tear Tiyan apart, and she did not know enough of war planning to know how to stop him.

Sirian began to explain the positions thoroughly as she forced herself to nibble on her food.

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

Sirian, however, could not be permitted to continue his treasonous actions.

And if I tell Sirian it's your blood that keeps Tiyan strong?

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

I feel as though my unwillingness to confront Sirian has hurt all of Tiyan.