They heard the sound of voices behind them.
A few minutes wouldn't hurt, and then he would be sound asleep.
You don't sound impressed.
He didn't sound like he had a cold.
I ceased making the sound "wah-wah" only when I learned to spell the word.
It was the word "water," and I continued to make some sound for that word after all other speech was lost.
They don't sound at all alike to me.
There was no sound to be heard anywhere throughout the country.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
You make it sound so attractive.
She counted the seconds in tense silence, waiting for the sound of an explosion, but the only sound was a car approaching from below.
Looking back, her words did sound like a challenge.
There was not a sound inside of the cave.
Adrienne stiffened, her heart lurching into frenzied activity at the sound of his voice.
It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it.
When she spoke, the sound came out her nose.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
Boy, did that sound familiar.
"I don't mean to sound morose," he said with a smile.
There had been no sound of any kind and no warning.
So the swishing sound of the strokes, and the desperate but unnatural screams, continued.
At the sound of Weyrother's voice, he opened his one eye with an effort.
But not a sound had broken the stillness since the strangers had arrived, except that of their own voices.
He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.
She clenched her hand and held it tight against her mouth so no sound would escape.
The only sound was the muffled sound of hooves in the sand and the occasional clink of a harness.
Bagration rode up to the ranks along which shots crackled now here and now there, drowning the sound of voices and the shouts of command.
Amid the general rumble, the groans and voices of the wounded were more distinctly heard than any other sound in the darkness of the night.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the sound of gunfire.
"It didn't sound very wild to me," Quinn said.
He had not finished the last verse before the young people began to get ready to dance in the large hall, and the sound of the feet and the coughing of the musicians were heard from the gallery.
He went on reading to the end, without raising his eyes at the opening of the door and the sound of footsteps.
While they were talking in undertones the crack of a shot sounded from the low ground by the pond, a puff of white smoke appeared, then another, and the sound of hundreds of seemingly merry French voices shouting together came up from the slope.
The three voices, hers, Mademoiselle Bourienne's, and Katie's, who was laughing at something, mingled in a merry sound, like the chirping of birds.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
You're beginning to sound like Brandon.
At first he heard the sound of indifferent voices, then Anna Mikhaylovna's voice alone in a long speech, then a cry, then silence, then both voices together with glad intonations, and then footsteps.
From behind them came the sound of church singing.
The singing did not sound loud under the open sky.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel announced the approach of a vehicle.
When you're riding an ATV you can cover more territory, and the animals have grown used to the sound of them.
"Safe and sound," Quinn said.
Cynthia wiped a tear off her cheek and when she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own.
Rostov could hear the sound of French words but could not distinguish them.
He listened and heard the sound of approaching horses, and voices speaking French.
The sound of bare feet splashing through the mud was heard in the darkness, and the drummer boy came to the door.
He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs of the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near everything grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
That didn't sound like Alex.
It was beginning to sound like fun.
"Very good!" said the prince closing the door behind him, and Tikhon did not hear the slightest sound from the study after that.
She tried to sound convincing, but her voice faltered.
Not at all expecting so loud a report, Pierre shuddered at the sound and then, smiling at his own sensations, stood still.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
Just then at a distance behind Kutuzov was heard the sound of regiments saluting, and this sound rapidly came nearer along the whole extended line of the advancing Russian columns.
He did not turn his head and did not see those who, judging by the sound of hoofs and voices, had ridden up and stopped near him.
"Ask him to wait," and the sound was heard of a chair being pushed back.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
She crawled toward the sound and snuggled up to his warm body.
He never heard the sound of praise.
One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages--twenty times repeated--of a sonata by Dussek.
At the same instant the sun came fully out from behind the clouds, and the clear sound of the solitary shot and the brilliance of the bright sunshine merged in a single joyous and spirited impression.
A whisper of sound behind proved to be Davis.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
She heard the sound of their voices through the door.
He heard the sound of a scuffle and Sonya's disapproving voice: "It's past one o'clock."
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
The strains of the polonaise, which had continued for a considerable time, had begun to sound like a sad reminiscence to Natasha's ears.
Berg and Vera could not repress their smiles of satisfaction at the sight of all this movement in their drawing room, at the sound of the disconnected talk, the rustling of dresses, and the bowing and scraping.
She not merely avoided all external forms of pleasure--balls, promenades, concerts, and theaters--but she never laughed without a sound of tears in her laughter.
At eight o'clock the booming of cannon was added to the sound of musketry.
The loudest sound in that crowd was her wailing.
He made a mumbling sound in confirmation of this, took her hand, and began pressing it to different parts of his breast as if trying to find the right place for it.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
The whole truth didn't sound nearly as bad as part of the conversation.
Someone gasped and then she realized the sound came from her throat.
Only an occasional sound of brush being pushed aside indicated he was still behind her.
I didn't mean for it to sound that way.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
I didn't mean to sound like some kind of authority on the subject.
"Your friends sound like a menagerie," remarked Zeb, uneasily.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
Hard consonants were, and indeed still are, very difficult for her to pronounce in connection with one another in the same word; she often suppresses the one and changes the other, and sometimes she replaces both by an analogous sound with soft aspiration.
Miss Sullivan had put out the light and gone away, thinking I was sound asleep.
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it.
What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing?
The sinking sound of melting snow is heard in all dells, and the ice dissolves apace in the ponds.
She closed her eyes and resurrected the sound of whippoorwills and running water.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
When he spoke, it didn't sound as if either beer was his first.
Sam opened her truck door and made a kissing sound.
"He will," she answered trying to sound confident.
Then the king again shouted to the sound of music, and they all began singing.
"Go to the devil! quick ma'ch, while you're safe and sound!" and Denisov turned his horse on the officer.
Sighs were the only sound heard in the crowd.
One of the wounded, an old soldier with a bandaged arm who was following the cart on foot, caught hold of it with his sound hand and turned to look at Pierre.
It is very sound: one can't permit the land to be pillaged and accustom the troops to marauding.
He seemed still to hear the sound of his own words: Cut him down!
That didn't sound very nice.
The clever cost savings idea of sleeping in the car didn't sound so safe right now.
"Where do you work?" she asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
He made her sound so cold and calculating - so mechanical.
Cassie asked, trying to make her voice sound friendly.
She kept one hand on the singer's mouth, while the other rested on the piano, and she stood in this position as long as any one would sing to her, and afterward she would make a continuous sound which she called singing.
Sometimes a rambler in the wood was attracted by the sound of my axe, and we chatted pleasantly over the chips which I had made.
His health is ever good, his lungs are sound, his spirits never flag.
Even the sailor on the Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound never roused me from my slumbers.
For a week I heard the circling, groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings, seeking its companion, and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain.
As soon as the provocatively gay strains of Daniel Cooper (somewhat resembling those of a merry peasant dance) began to sound, all the doorways of the ballroom were suddenly filled by the domestic serfs--the men on one side and the women on the other--who with beaming faces had come to see their master making merry.
The sound of musketry at the foot of the hill, now diminishing, now increasing, seemed like someone's breathing.
Suddenly the strange sound of a far-off whistling and thud was heard, followed by a boom of cannon blending into a dull roar that set the windows rattling.
The ultra sound photo brought back a vivid memory of Alex watching the screen as the baby moved in her womb.
She tried her voice once before she managed to speak, and even then the voice didn't sound like her own.
It did sound like an interesting job, and she wasn't likely to see Brandon anyway.
Cassie opened her mouth to warn him, but no sound came out.
The note of this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of any bird's, and if they could be naturalized without being domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses when their lords' clarions rested!
Looking down at the waters of the Enns under the bridge, Nesvitski suddenly heard a sound new to him, of something swiftly approaching... something big, that splashed into the water.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
How do biscuits and scrambled eggs sound?
Pulling the contents out, she stared at the ultra sound.
She tried to identify a sound.
He left the house, slamming the door so hard the hallway reverberated with the sound.
It was several more minutes before she was able to take deep breaths – even longer before she was able to utter more than a strangled sound.
I feel terrible making him sleep in the lab room, but really, Quinn's equipment hardly makes a sound.
It certainly didn't sound anything like what I'd just experienced.
I heard the faint sound of a phone ringing downstairs.
There was murmured sound downstairs and Betsy asked from outside the door if there was a problem.
It didn't sound sincere.
Any sound will do it.
Quinn, still steaming, plopped down and switched on the television to a college football game, turning off the sound.
There was little sound from the kitchen as well.
I'll sound like a blubbering fool.
Maybe blubbering will make you sound more credible.
Howie had difficulty locating the apartment and nothing untoward occurred before he was awoken by the sound of a horn, seventeen minutes later.
My little passenger screamed from the back trunk at the sound of the gun shots but he was already dead.
No sound disturbed Howie and with Martha able to use her special hypnotic-like tone, little time was wasted inducing Howie's sleep state.
She shouted her conversation over the sound of running water.
Doesn't sound like that news worries you too much.
Bumpus jumped from his nap at the sound of the familiar word.
I could hear the sound of a baby breathing coming from a monitor on the coffee table.
She didn't sound too good.
It was some local peeping Tom by the sound of it.
It was the sound of the operator on my 911 call.
In the distance and getting closer I heard the sound of police sirens and in minutes two cruisers pulled into the driveway.
I heard another sound as Molly came across the room and stood behind my wife.
Betsy continued, trying to sound normal.
"We put the numbers in a certain format that makes it easier for them to analyze," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.
I didn't manage to say much before I heard the sound of breaking glass.
If you sound anxious, it will only upset him more.
I said, trying to sound indignant.
It was strange sitting here, talking to a confessed rapist, with the sound of what was probably more of them eating dinner behind me.
The La Cumbre one; that sound most likely; do you have a phone number?
It was the sound I hated more on a telephone that Henri Mancini's version of Theme from Moon Glow or any other top one hundred hits of elevator music was, 'would you please hold'?
"Yes, and the assailant too," I shook his hand and tried to calm my voice so I didn't sound like stammering fool, "He's a serial killer.
His answer made 'once in a while' sound more like always.
I must have made a sound as my stomach again roiled and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
I was certain he'd awake at the sound but his slumber was so deep he didn't move.
After an hour-long attempt to expel his wired energy, he returned to his room to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
Dusty closed his eyes, the soft sound of the TV greeting him before he opened them.
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.
She leaned back, the audible sound of her breath catching music to his ears.
His mouth worked without producing a sound, and his eyes watered.
The door opened, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked as they entered.
Coldness, then the sound of the storm beating the building around him.
In the distance, she heard the familiar, unmistakable sound of an explosion.
Not to sound like Dusty, but you gotta learn some self-control!
An odd ringing sound punctuated the rumbling storm.
His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.
Her breathing was the only sound in the still hallway.
They circled each other, and Jule waited to hear the sound of a car staring in the garage.
The sound didn't come.
Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.
The sound of voices woke her.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
Jenn heard Jonny's door close, and the sound woke her from her light sleep.
She paused to listen, looked at the ground, and changed directions three times before she heard the sound of water flowing.
She twisted at the sound of Jule's voice.
There was the sound of a phone being shuffled from one person to another, then a flat, deep male voice.
By the sound of it, it was one of his favorite, priceless, Ming vases.
They heard a sound that made them freeze and look at each other.
She whirled, heart leaping at the sound.
The sound made her gut twist and her chest tighten.
Tears formed in her eyes at the heartbreaking sound of his pain.
Damian took aim with the pistol and fired into her heart before she could make another sound.
But you have a new family now, and it doesn't sound crazy to me at all.
"I don't like the sound of that," she said, sitting back in her seat.
Sofia followed the sound of her voice to the living room.
"That doesn't sound good," Sofia murmured.
The sound of the door closing sounded like the sealing of her fate.
Darian didn't resist, and Damian delighted in the idea that the sound of him breathing meant his brother was truly alive.
"That doesn't sound good," she said.
The sound of bodies hitting the stone floor behind her preceded Darkyn grabbing her by a few seconds.
You don't sound certain enough to make a deal with me.
The sound surprised her after the intensity of their interactions.
She heard the sound of a weapon scraping a scabbard behind her and turned.
The sound of someone in the hallway made her freeze.
Stars and a half moon were bright, the sound of the ocean comforting.
You make it sound easy.
This will sound weird, but bear with me.
Though saying it that way does sound strange.
She gave a sound of frustration.
She made a sound like a squeak.
"This is stupid," the girl finally said, trying to sound angry.
To Dean's experienced ears, it didn't sound like a joke.
A long time passed until both heard the muffled but distinct sound of Martha's quiet sobbing in her adjacent room.
That doesn't sound very nice.
He said it but he couldn't force the appropriate accompanying tone to sound enthusiastic.
Dean could hear the sound of Cynthia crying and then the click as she hung up the extension.
"I'm glad you're coming to terms with this business," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Cynthia and Fred emerged from the kitchen at the sound of his voice.
But they didn't sound as if they had a clue about what was going on.
The sound was nearly inaudible but both stopped and listened attentively.
The sound was not repeated.
As they moved down the trail to their parked Jeep, they heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.
As if on cue, the sound of a vehicle starting broke the silence.
If I don't sound broken up over it, it's called honesty.
Now you're beginning to sound like Fred!
"By the sound of it, Billy didn't use condoms," Cynthia muttered.
God, I sound like 'two o'clock, brought to you by Ivory soap, tune in again tomorrow.'
You sound like my wife, but 'Any man's death diminishes me because I'm involved in mankind.'
They were just finishing dressing when Dean heard a sound, the door closing directly above, in Fred's room.
By the sound of it, she just wanted the trunk for storage.
They waited, and after a few seconds there was the distinct sound of movement above them.
He had just started toward his Jeep when there was a sound like a gunshot from above them.
The sound echos out here so it's hard to tell.
Finally, after ten minutes of silence passed, they heard the sound of feet running down the slope on the other side of the rise above them.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
It was only moments later when his fears were realized by the gnashing, booming, ripping sound of metal on rock, echoing across the valley like a clap of thunder, repeating and repeating, as if car after car had met a similar fate, further and further away.
Dean tried to isolate the sound, looking frantically in all downward directions, trying to see a trace, a telltale puff of smoke in the gathering dusk.
He drove directly home, knowing Cynthia would be terrified by his absence and the sound of sirens in the night.
The only sound in the apartment was the quiet whir of an electric clock.
Sound travels funny up there—it echoes, and I was a good distance away.
The sound of thrown objects, yells, and stomps were followed by Ginger Dawkins's terse announcement that she was moving to the Beaumont, alone, thank you.
I honestly don't know, but by the sound of her voice, she's very upset.
It did sound as if the Dawkins boys' temporary peace had come to an end, but Dean paid little heed to the raised voices.
She made a sound like a chuckle.
They both heard the sound at the same time—a gentle rapping at the back door.
Flat Fifties by the sound of it.
They continued to watch as the children began tossing small stones at their floating treasure, trying to halt its progress, when the sound of a horn startled them.
You don't sound very broken up about it.
There was a sound, perhaps a foot fall, not behind them, but ahead.
His cultured accent made even bad news sound pleasant.
He didn't like the sound of that.
It has a nice sound to it, doesn't it?
I don't like the sound of that.
Only Andre would manage to sound calm standing before two creatures with enough power to turn him to dust.
Several times she made a sound that was like she was talking.
Carmen choked out in a voice that didn't sound like her own.
The throbbing sound increased and the chopper lifted from the ground.
He was alive, but even that didn't sound promising.
It did sound reasonable.
At first, the only thing missing was the sound of Alex's voice.
One night he woke her out of a sound sleep by pushing at her.
I knew I could, but I couldn't get a sound out.
It was a wonderful sound.
The sound of the ocean was calming under the full moon, the steady ebb and flow of waves drawing him to sit on the beach.
The sound was rough, as if he didn't laugh often.
When she stopped, the sound of waves filled the quiet.
Gabe got dressed, tying one boot as the sound of the shower stopped.
The sound came from the deserted lot.
She heard the phone ring and followed the sound.
The sound of squishing drew her attention to the bath mat next to the tub.
She heard a sound from their room again and stood, understanding.
Her heart and breathing drowning out every other sound, she raced down the hall and around a corner, sliding to a stop as she saw the men headed her way.
Darkyn chuckled, a low, dark sound.
The sight, sound and scent of the ocean helped her relax.
He chuckled, a sound that somehow managed to be threatening.
This will sound crazy, he said, taking a deep breath.
"Sound advice," Gabe replied.
There was a long moment of silence from the chamber around her, filled by the sound of her breathing as it grew more erratic, louder.
It slid into her neck, the sound making her nauseous.
Katie's mouth worked without producing sound.
A woman gave a cry, and the sound of jostling grew closer.
She didn't feel his fangs sink into her, but she heard the sound of punctured flesh.
"If you were half as tough as you sound, you wouldn't be stuck in here," she retorted.
One of them snagged her, but his attention shifted at the strangled cry and sound of snapping bones.
The sound of waves rushing the shore and the firm sand beneath his feet indicated its location a few yards from them.
Kiki didn't knock the door down as he could, instead beating loudly enough for the sound to drift down the road.
That's dandy, but it doesn't sound like he deserved Hell!
The sound of her sister's voice made her throat tighten.
Even the sound of the door shutting did nothing to jar him.
She heard them coming, the sound of creatures crashing through the forest.
The sound of fighting erupted behind her, and she stopped before the trail curved out of sight to see Rhyn standing over his first victim, a demon in a jaguar form.
A sound from a trunk in the corner drew Jade.s attention.
The sound of footsteps running down the hall drew her attention, and she flung herself backwards as the maid with the butcher knife tried to cut her.
Tears in her eyes, she whispered to him as she lifted him, tormented by the sound of his whimper.
Gabriel whipped around at the voice, lowering the weapon that emerged instinctively at the sound of a stranger in his home.
He returned to the castle, stopping at the sound of commotion from the direction of the forest before he reached the entrance.
Kris heard the sickening sound of the demon.s body breaking from the distance and watched the other demons shapeshift to charge the half-demon.
She sat in the bathroom and ran the shower to cover the sound of her crying, completely lost as to what to do.
The sound of her sister.s voice brought a waterfall of relief.
A sound came from the back of the large room, and she made her way there.
The sound came from behind it, as if someone were trying to open the door.
She dozed and awoke to the sound of something bumping her door.
She jumped at the sound of his voice.
Kiera dreamt of a planet filled with spiders and dinosaurs and awoke in her bed a couple of hours later to the soft sound of her alarm clock going off.
Evelyn made it sound permanent, as though Kiera would just pick up and leave for another country.
Afterwards, she snuggled into his arms, content with the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of his arms around her.
The sound of footsteps grew closer.
Those don't sound like good things.
Nishani pounded a fist on the table and made a loud sound that was most likely a curse on her planet.
It did not translate, and neither did it sound like it could be anything else.
The sound of a door closing and muffled voices outside the door were followed by silence.
The strange sound continued for several minutes, and she trembled, trying hard not to think of what happened if she made it unscathed to the planet's surface.
The sound of a roaring ocean filled the chamber.
The sound of a muffled explosion from beyond the door made her rise.
An odd scratching sound came from the kitchen, like Evelyn's cat scratching at the door after it returned from its morning prowl.
It was the sound of something falling, a chair perhaps, that startled him in his winter sleep.
It startled him, as the lad had made no sound descending the stairs.
There was a sound on the stairs and they all turned as the boy's mother paused just inside the room.
The second caller was a lady friend of Fred's by the sound of the muffled conversation.
How does someone sound fat?
Now that you're past forty and bordering on geezerdom, you're beginning to sound like a dirty old man.
"Hi," she said in a high pitched voice just as a loud ringing sound came from her luggage.
Dean's snuggled slumber drifted to wakefulness sometime in the heart of the wee hours when a metallic sound of ringing returned him to the world of the living.
At first he feared it was a telephone until its uninterrupted sound told him otherwise.
A quiet investigation revealed all upstairs doors closed and the sound of snoring from the Dame Turnbull's room.
Maybe I sound like a jerk, but it's been ten years since we were an item and I've got a life now.
That doesn't sound like any minister's wife I ever knew!
Here it was quieter, though the sound of the water could still be heard in the distance.
It doesn't sound like a fun life, does it?
He's a good looking guy, wealthy, by the sound of it, and frankly, Edith isn't the catch of the day.
She knows nothing about registering Donnie in school, or anything else, by the sound of it.
Yes, but think of the sleigh bells and the sound of the train coming in from Ridgway, clanking and hooting, and billowing its black smoke.
Then she added, But she didn't sound her usual self.
In spite of good intentions, he must have dozed as he woke to the sound of someone on the stairs.
As he was finishing his conversation, a loud sound came from the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry in a man's voice, and then laughter.
That doesn't sound very smart on your part, taking on a guy with a tool like that in his hand.
You sound like cops and bad guys 101.
"Cynthia didn't do it," Dean answered, trying to make his statement sound forceful, but unsure of whom he was trying to convince.
Dean turned at the sound of the shop door opening to see Sheriff Jake Weller standing, hands on hips, staring down at him.
The pair was interrupted from further speculation by the sound of Martha's laughter and footsteps bounding down the stairs.
"And don't make a sound," she added, in a higher voice that hinted of her ability to bring the other guests a-running.
Edith let out a sound of disgust, loud enough that clearly said she didn't care if Cynthia heard it or not.
Suddenly, a loud sound from above awakened him with a start.
At length he heard the sound of a soft knock on his door.
The two women moved out of sight and sound and Dean agonized through the lengthy, halting conversation before rejoining them.
"That doesn't sound to me like the type of person who takes her own life," Cynthia said.
The only sound was the rush of water at the base of the canyon.
Abruptly the scratching sound of the crampons beneath his feet told him he'd reached the first mounds of solid ice.
The only sound he remembered was ambulance siren on its long journey to the Montrose hospital.
You sound like every cop and judge who doubts every battered and raped woman victim!
The only sound Sarah had made throughout the ordeal was an occasional sniff, as she attempted to wipe away the product of her distress with the back of her hand.
The rustling sound of nearing footsteps on the forest floor created panic.
They danced over the keys, coaxing beautiful sound from each one.
He approached, yet not close enough to spook her, and trying to sound nonchalant said, "Fancy meeting you here."
Jackson found the sound system and turned it on.
He tinkered with the sound, making sure it was audible, yet would not interfere with conversation.
The sound of a car door, and then an engine starting jarred him into realizing Elisabeth must have stayed in the woods all this time.
If this was beyond her abilities, it would sound ugly.
Jackson knew this would not be as cut and dried as she made it sound.
Upon seeing Elisabeth sound asleep, she leaned close.
The one saving grace was that Elisabeth lay sound asleep, unable to witness his distress.
She lay there, sound asleep.
Wow. I like the sound of that.
You need to respect that, because the next time you throw one of your petulant hissy fits, I swear to God, I will install so much sound proofing in this room, you will never hear another note.
Why Jackson, you sound positively desperate.
No one spoke on the way home; the only sound, weeping from the two women.
That didn't sound like Katie.
You sound like you've given the idea a lot of thought.
Carmen pealed the gloves from her hands and tried to make her voice sound casual.
It was past nine when Alex and Josh paid their bills, and the faint sound of thunder met them at the door.
The only sound was the sucking sound their boots made in the mud and the soothing sound of flowing water down at the creek.
She stepped out into the frigid morning, her boots sinking into the snow with a squeaking sound.
The sound of running water from the bathroom proclaimed that Katie was taking a shower.
That did sound a little vain.
The dogs were distracted momentarily by the sound of the telephone, but when it stopped ringing, they advanced further.
The voice had lost its sleepy sound.
Believing in her ability to make a sound judgment and willing to accept her decision.
You're beginning to sound like Lori.
It took her a moment to separate the pounding of her heart from the sound of hooves striking earth.
The sound echoed off the bluffs and the dogs retreated.
I can't tell you how wonderful those words sound.
Lana cracked an eye open wide enough to see it was too early for her alarm to sound.
No. You sound surprised.
Computers hummed, the sound enough to lull Lana to sleep nearly every shift she spent alone in the vault despite the sleep replacement supplements—known as anti-sleepers—she took.
Sound like a good plan?
In the near distance, beyond the other dilapidated buildings on the abandoned street, came the sound of small arms laser fire.
She chuckled, a sound he liked but rarely heard.
Growing anxious, she turned her attention to the sound of the stream Elise had told her to follow if she didn't make it there by dusk.
The sound of men and movement around her pulled her from the daze.
The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered her.
She huddled against the trunk, too terrified to make a sound.
The lights went out, and she blinked, looking up at the sound of whirring.
A while later, the sound of movement outside the bedroom door pulled her from her sleep.
But she missed the sound of his voice, and her body yearned for his touch again.
The world grew loud, with voices jumbling with the sound of equipment and possibly the thump of a helicopter.
As she reached him, she heard a sound that jarred her.
Warmth crept up her face as she thought how stupid she'd sound to someone like Kelli.
The sound of a helo broke his concentration, and he glanced upward before the micro warned him of another incoming strike.
The sound of a laser gun jarred her.
The sound of the body dropping drew the attention of the other two.
Soon, she heard the unmistakable sound of a helo nearing.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
The forest was soon filled with the sound of pursuers. Katie needed no further encouragement. She pulled her arm free and ran behind Gabriel as he kept to the invisible path. A shadow caught her attention. She glanced over and froze, tripping.
"You sound like Andre," Rhyn said and scowled, wondering how a long-dead woman and a newly dead woman could still cause him such grief.
"That doesn't sound right," Toby said.
Rhyn squinted towards the sound of his brother's voice, struggling to balance the sensations within him.
"Hannah is lovely – and my duty. Jade was …" "Dead-dead the moment he betrayed you. I may sound like Rhyn, but if someone turns on one of my brothers, I want that person dead-dead," Kiki said flatly.
The crack grew fast, flying down the trail towards Gabriel. The sound of the earth tearing grew louder. The trees on either side of her expanded, quickly doubling and then quadrupling in size. Afraid of being crushed between them, Katie darted off the trail towards Andre, who ran ahead of her.
You don't sound convinced.
The sound came again, the cry of someone who was hurt. Katie wiped her eyes. She was drenched with rain and curled against the large root of a tree. The birds of the jungle made screaming sounds, but this was different. This was human.
I'm here. You sound close.
You sound like Rhyn.
"You don't sound dull," Katie replied, suspecting Deidre was the daughter of some billionaire with a corporation spanning the world.
You sound … wanting. You never wondered what other people did, since you were always working?
He looked up instinctively, sensing something different about this thunder. It didn't sound like the rumbling thunder he'd heard in the mortal world. It sounded like an explosion in the sky. The jungle canopy blocked his view, so he leapt up to catch the branch of the nearest tree. He scaled the tree quickly, stopping only when he broke through the layers of leaves. More tiny explosions came, and he twisted to see what they were.
The sound of something screaming wiped the smile from Deidre's face. Katie turned to face the direction from which the sound came. It wasn't a bird, and it wasn't human. The single voice was joined by several, and Katie grabbed Deidre's hand.
Kris caught it by the hilt and waited, the sound of his heart pounding loud in his ears.
The man stopped, thinking he'd heard some movement behind him, but after listening a few minutes could discern no human sound and was satisfied he was alone.
Aside from the infrequent sound of a passing car on the avenue, only the murmur of unseen waves lapping at the sand broke the stillness.
He moved forward until the sound of the sea and the firmness of the sand suggested he was close to the water's edge.
Mrs. Riley jumped at the sound and bit her lip.
I'm sorry if some of the questions may sound...distasteful.
He began his ritual of locking up and putting out a bowl of canned cat food for Mrs. Lincoln, who came on the run at the sound of the refrigerator door.
Much later, sometime in the deep hours of the night, he awoke to the sound of thunder and the rush of wind.
He wallowed through the wet sand, stumbling and staggering toward the sound.
The sound of running water in the next room told Dean that daylight had finally arrived and Cynthia Byrne was up and around.
Then he heard a muffled sound from behind the partially closed bathroom door.
I was in my room and thought I heard a sound down below.
Fred was being consoled by Mrs. Abernathy or some other of his lady friends so Dean spent the evening alone with the sound of a little early Nat King Cole trio, vintage forties.
It was a sweet instrumental sound, recorded long before the popular velvet voice replaced Cole's beautiful jazz.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.
Not much, by the sound of it.
Dean was waiting for the sound of the coin dropping into the pay phone when he was startled to feel a hard object jammed in his rib cage and hear a voice say, Nice and easy, guy.
"I ain't got no money," Dean said, trying to sound frightened, which somehow came very easily.
Dean asked, trying to sound casual.
He'd just nodded off when he heard a sound outside and a whispered greeting.
The sound was like a rifle shot and for a fleeting second Dean feared someone had fired.
The wait lasted less than an hour before Dean heard the metallic sound of a key in the lock.
At last, when he was about to begin rapping his head on the wall for attention, he heard a click at the lock and the sound of the door opening.
Then, this afternoon, you didn't act or sound like the Jeffrey Byrne everyone described.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door—a key being inserted into the lock.
"Don't make a sound," Burgess rasped.
I don't mean to sound so negative about him.
The soothing sound of water running over stones greeted them as they neared the creek.
The sound of the water rushing over rocks and the coolness of the water lifted her spirits.
Exhaustion worked faster than a sleeping pill and she fell quickly into a sound sleep.
She lay still, listening for any sound that might have awakened her.
Was she rationalizing, or was it merely sound judgment?
As she surged forward to get away from Josh, a ripping sound followed her.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel brought her attention back to the drive.
She had been the one who insisted that they wait until after marriage, but it was Alex who came up with sound reasoning for it.
It was the getting there that didn't sound appealing.
"I'm alright," Carmen managed to croak in a voice that didn't sound like her own.
It did sound a bit overwhelming.
Does that sound better?
He didn't sound angry.
The sound of water running in her bathroom brought her up short.
The only sound was that of Ed walking and an occasional winter bird song.
Sleep finally came, though, and next morning she woke to the sound of birds outside her window.
She woke in the dark of pre-dawn to the sound of thunder.
It took a moment before she realized that the continued sound was actually someone banging on the front door.
The sound echoed through the barn and her fingers burned with the force of it.
A sound caught her attention and she glanced up to see Alex entering the corral on Ed.
He actually made the plunge into that bottomless black pool sound almost enticing.
You sound like you've been there before.
She didn't mean to sound so bitter.
His logic was sound, but there was still the situation with the chair.
She didn't jump the minute Destiny made a sound, but she did tend to her needs, speaking in a soft loving voice.
The White God, Darian, strode through his marble halls, the soft footfalls of his leather boots the only sound in the imperial corridor.
The sound of the trickling stream joined with the voices of birds waking to face the new day.
The ground behind her made a sucking sound, and she scampered away, staring at the swirling earth.
At the sound of a new voice, Jenn pushed herself to her feet as Damian slammed the door to the kitchen open.
She heard the sound of someone beating a punching bag.
Jenn's eyes opened, the sound snapping her out of the haze she was in.
She recalled taking messages from Dusty to Sofi and how, at first, Darian hadn't even been able to register the sound of another human's voice.
At long last, she heard the sound of boot soles against stone as people walked down the hall.
The sound of a key scraping against the door drew Jenn's attention outward again, and she moved to the side of the door, flattening her back against it.
The heavy door opened with a grating sound.
A sound from the direction of the fighting made his heart slow.
Jenn focused on the sound of her breathing and the placement of her feet on the trembling ground.
Her own breath was loud in her ears, the sound of her horse's hooves drowning out everything else.
The sound of someone creeping through the brush made him pause in his descent to listen.
The sound of men crashing through the forest grew near fast.
He sensed by scent and sound several more men in the shadows of the room.
No darkness lasts the ages, Taran…I do not care to remember the sound of a bird's cry, but I wish I remembered the taste of spiced ale.
At the sound of steel on leather, Taran lowered himself into a crouch.
"You sound too eager for my death!" he grumbled.
Awareness filled and overwhelmed her senses, blinding her to all but instinct and the sound of her breathing.
She made no sound, did not attempt to resist him, but she would.
Vara shushed them as the sound of several voices drifted into the tack room.
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.
She sprawled on its floor, listening to the sound of crunching shale.
He breathed deeply of the early summer air and closed his eyes, enjoying the smell of the horse and sound of creaking leather.
Matthew whined a little, but finally settled down, lulled by the sound of her voice as she read.
Carmen gazed up at him as they swayed to the sound of the music.
Carmen woke the next morning to the sound of a rooster crowing.
Their heads jerked up, water dripping from their muzzles as they looked around, their ears perked forward searching for any sound that might indicate danger.
Their names were Natalie and Matthew, which didn't sound much alike.
With a sickening sound, the bush ripped from the ground, allowing her to slide again.
That does sound like fun!
That doesn't sound like you at all.
I meant thinking only about yourself didn't sound like you.
She wasn't the one being difficult, and her reasoning was sound.
They worked quietly for a few minutes until they heard a sound in the brush.
You're beginning to sound like Denton.
"Give me a break," she said in a cold voice that didn't sound like her own.
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