Through Sentence Examples
He ran a hand through his hair.
Soldiers were marching through the fields.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
All of us, through the choices we make.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.
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Coldness ran through her.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
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He led his armies through many countries.
Let's not go through this again.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
You processed the information through your ears.
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You've been through a lot.
All through the night he sat among the abbey cows, and sang his wonderful song.
They lived about a mile off through the woods, and were quite used to the route.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
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She opened her eyes and squinted up at him through the sunlight.
Imagine a computer culling through this massive amount of data, inconceivably large, and pulling out patterns.
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
On the one hand there is fear and regret for the loss of the whole edifice constructed through the ages, on the other is the passion for destruction.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
When I was four years old, as I well remember, I was brought from Boston to this my native town, through these very woods and this field, to the pond.
Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
He turned his horse and started through the herd.
She sighed and wandered through the spotless kitchen.
The second is through the division of labor and free trade.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
I think that there are very few important communications made through it.
The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
She stepped through the last of the brush.
You've only been strangled nearly to death and gone through a terrible scare.
She crunched through the snow back to the house and removed her coat and boots before entering the living room.
He comes in through a hole in the floor.
Sofia listened and trailed them through the house that resembled a frat house.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
The second way to create wealth is through the division of labor and trade.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
A quick glance through the window revealed the black car stopping beside the building.
He didn't look at her when she walked through.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through her window.
I glanced through it.
They rode through the herd, which paid little attention to their passage.
We had a scare there, but she pulled through.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority.
Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death.
General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
After a mind boggling search through more investment files, she found his savings account.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
Her heart attempted a painful escape through her throat.
At one point he splashed through a mud puddle, throwing mud and water all over her.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
Exhaustion forced her to sleep through the night.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Brandon ride up and dismount.
But their conversation... was an expression of love for a sibling – siblings that had apparently been through a lot together.
He nodded absently as he searched through the mail.
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
A townsman told me that when he met him sauntering through the village in his small close-fitting cap, and whistling to himself, he reminded him of a prince in disguise.
He must understand what Alex had been through.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
She was searching through her house for some unidentified object when a shadow emerged from the dark.
The window was barely large enough for her to pass through, but she might be able to get out that way.
Let me know when you're through talking.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
His expression softened and he shrugged, "A security guard doesn't simply sit in the guard house and watch the cars go through the gate, you know."
That was the only way to make it through college.
An idea flashed through her brain and left a frown on her face.
Brandon flipped through the radio stations, pausing on an "Oldies" channel.
I worked my way through college.
If you guys are through socializing, we'd better get moving.
Bordeaux studied the dust through a pair of field glasses.
An Indian on a painted horse leaped through the opening.
This isn't the first dust storm you've been through, is it?
When she woke again, daylight was streaming in through the cave opening.
We've been all through this a zillion times.
She leafed through the book, looking for a clue.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
She mused through the kitchen cabinets, her attention settling on the can of cocoa.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
She laughed nervously, acutely aware of the warmth of his hands through her cotton dress.
Through his shirt sleeves she could feel the swell of his biceps and her heart jumped into high gear.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
Was it possible for him to sleep through this weather?
She's not comprehended the depth of my intelligence to see through her guise.
Glancing through the open door of the adjoining room where I'd left Howie, I found it not only empty, but absent of Quinn's equipment as well!
It was late day-three by our calculations when we broke through.
She dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out the stash of one dollar bills she'd been given for trips to the candy machine down the hall.
She blew her nose loudly and looked at him through blurry eyes.
She blinked rapidly, startled by the sensations going through her.
You can dig through those as well.
But he stopped, a twinge of something akin to regret filtering through the hard layers protecting his emotions.
Dainty cat prints trekked through the flour she'd spilled on the counter.
She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.
Rainy roared as he tore through the house.
And through this, peace is promoted.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves Abolitionists should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail through them.
Suddenly he thought he heard a strange noise through the door.
Nicholas was the first to meet her, as the countess' room could only be reached through his.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
If she doesn't have custody, then why go through all this?
With the laundry washing and the sun peeping through curtainless panes, she set out to explore the house.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
A chill ran through him.
Jenn ran through the halls, certain no vamp was about to get in her way when all of them so far were dead.
Sofia sighed and raked a hand through her hair.
Coldness seeped through her as she watched the familiar scene before her.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
Damian could feel his ire through the screen.
Moonlight drifted in through a window, and she stared in confusion.
Pierre asked, agitated as he trotted through the gate.
Pierre motioned Sofia aside as the mad rush went through the house to the garage.
You have no idea what he went through to save you.
She tried to sift through her emotions before she returned to his door.
Without looking at her, he strode through the doors into the courtyard.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
Bitterness slithered through her.
She sneaked a look at his face, surprised to see the warm smile there as he read through her notes.
If she closed her eyes, she would see the black memories crossing through his mind, but she allowed him his privacy.
She pulled away, her anger rippling through him.
Hunger for him—not just his blood—roared through her.
Touching him sent warm energy racing through her blood.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
As he spoke, memories streamed through his mind, memories of the universe before the Schism and afterwards, when he and a few others were cast alone onto earth.
She peeked through the crack in the door to see the voice of the speaker.
A thrill went through her.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
Dustin began sorting through them.
Dread trickled through her.
He couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him.
She sifted through the pictures, aware of the intent attention the others paid her.
He roared and slammed his hands on the desk at the far end of the library, unable to stop the images racing through his mind.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
Darian had quieted as the scenes of his violent demise played through her dreams.
Linda looked at her, and she cleared her throat, anger spiraling through her again.
We met when he was a teen and went through some rough stuff together.
Cold energy shot through Deidre, and she flinched.
She ran her fingers through her hair.
The mixed news produced a sense of relief that Martha was, according to Fred, temporarily safe, but she seethed at what she saw as Fitzgerald's vindictiveness at attacking them through the old man.
Fred returned part way through the recital, and after a greeting and a handshake, retired to the back room with Kathleen the jailer to fill out paper work for his release.
Cora began weaving through the crowd.
Something warm drifted through her, and her body felt like it was floating.
Keep them alive until I can go through their minds.
She'd left them partially open, and the morning air was cold as it swept through her room.
When she was dressed and ready, she left her room and walked through the fortress to the bottom floor.
Deidre paced through the garden, not really interested in the blooming flowers, statuary or neat rows of hedges.
Darkyn spoke as if he intended for her to remain that way, at least through the end of the deal.
Deidre looped her arm through branches and leaned out as far as she could to see the lake.
Cora was loyal to Gabriel but wanted to go home, and right now, the only way there was through Darkyn.
No tumor, nothing to stop them from working through whatever issues they had to make a life together.
Rhyn went through one door while Gabriel went through another.
He wasn't certain what might be going through her mind.
Lake water seeped through his clothing.
Desire spiked through him at the knowledge that his mate was in his arms.
Her fingers ran through his short hair.
He wanted her, and nothing had ever made her happier in her life than when she saw the depth of his emotion in his eyes and lived through the consuming intensity with which he made love to her.
Or maybe, like he really had loved her through the millennia they were together.
The room was dark, aside from the glowing souls visible through the balcony doors.
A trickle of jealousy moved through her, but she dismissed it, unwilling to think about the woman he'd slept with less than two weeks before.
Guilt fluttered through her, making her cold on the inside.
Deidre tried to sort through her emotions and rationalize them.
She listened, not wanting to cry or acknowledge the level of pain she put him through for so long.
Gabriel opened a portal and strode through the shadow world.
There is a way through Hell?
Demons cannot pass through it, but your death dealers can.
Verify there is a portal through Hell to our underworld, Gabriel instructed Landon.
He was rumored to go through five to ten blood monkeys a day and was said to have single-handedly wiped out whole villages.
He had no idea what she'd been through the past few days at the hands of Darkyn.
She was able to decipher some of it after all the tests she'd been through.
We've been through every option.
Sitting through it, she didn't think it was ever possible to be prepared for the news.
You've …done so … She couldn't finish it through the sudden tears.
We're through after this weekend.
He never had to wonder how many men were rotating through her bed or when she was planning to stab him in the back or decipher the riddles she gave him as answers to important questions.
Harmony disappeared through the gray portal while Gabe took one of the yellow portals.
They moved out of his way as he strode through the wide hallways to the stairwell leading to the top floor, Death's floor.
No, Gabriel would never go through that door.
A portal opened in front of him and he crossed through it, emerging in what looked like the Pacific Northwest.
While he envied them, Gabriel really didn't want to go through all that shit with his own mate.
Rhyn said through clenched teeth with a look of distaste.
Gabe watched him disappear through a portal, not understanding.
She smiled and walked through the portal to the underworld.
She meandered through it, absorbing the life around her.
The muffled beats of music thumped through her open windows.
She'd passed through that stage after a few months and decided to make – and fulfill – her bucket list.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
He pulled her closer to him, until their sides were pressed together, then released her as the weird energy fluttered through her.
He saw through her, pushed down the barriers of her soul and stepped back to examine it.
The strange energy hummed through her again, and she became aware of new sensations she'd never noticed with anyone else.
The heat of his body sank through her clothes, and the idea of his hot skin pressed to hers made her lower belly burn.
Moonlight streamed through one window while the rest of the house was dark.
He was too angry to see where he went as he crossed through the shadow realm.
He issued a quick order Gabe couldn't hear through the blood pounding in his head.
Instead of taking a portal to his cabin in the Everdark forest, he hiked through the woods.
He strode through the crowded Egyptian street market, the Khan al-Khalili, one of the oldest markets in the world.
Gabe made his way through the narrow alleys and disjointed walkways that wound like a maze through the market.
They emerged through a back door into a massive foyer made of white marble and limestone with ancient carvings on the walls and statues positioned throughout.
The green gems reflected the sunshine, shimmering through the clear water.
I'm saying, learn from the shit I went through and go get your mate.
Would walking through it prevent more issues and fix those he had?
Uncertain what to expect, Gabe went through it.
Coldness trickled through Gabriel.
You had access to that door and didn't walk through it.
He read the tattoo visible through the tank top's straps.
The sense of being protected, safe, floated through her.
Before they hit the concrete, darkness swallowed them, and they fell through a cold, damp place punctuated by strange yellow doors.
A charge of fire tore through her, and Deidre's eyes flew open.
Gabriel brought you here through the shadow world.
He couldn't forget the energy of the bond that tore through when he held her on the roof.
He knows I'm going through some shit right now.
A trickle of relief went through him as he realized he was able to fix one of the many issues he faced.
He sensed Deidre but didn't go to her, instead walking through the open-aired hallways until he reached the quarters reserved for him.
Ready, he left his room and walked through the courtyard.
He rested his hand on the base of her neck, the warm energy of their bond moving through him.
He was burning through the limited amount of demons qualified to shape-shift.
Deidre lay awake in bed for quite a while, sorting through the events of the weekend.
Deidre went through another courtyard before the scents of breakfast drew her to the correct one.
Daniela said they passed through it on their way to the island.
She walked towards the brightest of the glowing doorways and hesitated, unable to see through it.
With a deep breath, she stepped through and braced herself to fall.
Deidre dug through her purse as she walked and pulled out her cell, thrilled to see she had battery power.
After all she'd been through lately, she couldn't help feeling a little wary.
His collection of antiques was unrivaled and perfectly coordinated, as if he'd meandered through history to hand-pick them.
Bracing herself, she opened the front door and crossed through the house.
She swallowed hard at the question, panic fluttering through her.
After all we've been through together the past few years, you should've been an open book.
She'd found her way here through the shadow world.
She crossed more boldly this time, terrified of seeing the doorway close behind her before she'd made it through another one.
Gabriel's step through the shadow world slowed.
She stepped through into the guest bedroom she'd left the night before.
With a deep breath, she crossed through the clinging cold, at a run by the time she reached the other side out of fear the portals might all disappear before she was safe.
She paused, afraid of where this doorway led, and steadied her breathing before stepping through, at once disoriented to appear in a small kindergarten class.
Didn't you come here through the portals?
You helped me escape demons through that awful underworld forest.
I happened to be passing through when I saw you.
Hurrying through the brightest doorway, she recognized the massive bedchamber where she'd left Katie and Toby.
He's helped me through a lot over the past few years.
Deidre withdrew a few feet down the balcony, struggling with the heat streaking through her blood and scattering her rationale.
Crossing through, she emerged outside, in the forest, a short distance outside the low walls around the massive fortress.
Some relief trickled through her to know that his hatred of past-Deidre wasn't the only reason he'd offered her the undesirable arrangement.
She realized they weren't totally in stare down mode; they were talking through their minds.
Cold energy traveled through her as she gripped the emerald.
Electricity whipped through her.
A temporary sensation entered her mind, as if a breeze ruffled through her thoughts.
We're through, by the way, Gabriel.
Then we're still through.
Magic flared through her as their lips met.
Several hours after Deidre walked through the portals back to Atlanta, Gabe's soul radar began working again.
He crossed through anyway to the soul on the list to be claimed.
Gabe knocked then took a portal inside, to the foyer he'd walked through last time.
He glanced around the penthouse decorated in dark colors with flashes of burgundy and brown, attention settling on the familiar skyline visible through the window.
I told her to walk through the portals, and where she ended up, was up to me.
He stopped trying to sort through everything.
Images flashed through his mind.
Breaking through the surface, Gabriel gasped in a few breaths before swimming towards the shore with powerful strokes.
Green power flowed from the souls in the lake, through him and into the gem.
Gabe sat down on a boulder, a thrill working through him.
Soul power rippled through him and with it, the sensation of the invisible shackles he'd worn his entire adult life melting away.
Landon disappeared through a portal.
Rhyn lifted his chin in farewell before motioning for Andre to follow him through a portal.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
Slowly but steadily the heartless Mangaboos drove them on, until they had passed through the city and the gardens and come to the broad plains leading to the mountain.
The mouth of the hole was nearly filled up now, but the kitten gave a leap through the remaining opening and at once scampered up into the air.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
The schoolhouse was two or three miles from home, but he did not mind the long walk through the woods and over the hills.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
Today, we discover things like "Wellbutrin helps people stop smoking" through chance and dumb luck.
Not long from now, computers will systematically look through trillions upon trillions of pieces of data for these associations.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
In the very nature of things, articulation is an unsatisfactory means of education; while the use of the manual alphabet quickens and invigorates mental activity, since through it the deaf child is brought into close contact with the English language, and the highest and most abstract ideas may be conveyed to the mind readily and accurately.
What mysterious force guided the seedling from the dark earth up to the light, through leaf and stem and bud, to glorious fulfilment in the perfect flower?
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
It is by this time mere vegetable mould and undistinguishable pond shore, through which rushes and flags have pushed up.
Only someone's orderly passed through the gateway, splashing through the mud, and talked to the innkeeper.
Who? flashed for an instant through his mind.
A flash of darkness went through his gaze, and the same sense of hidden fury returned.
He was a saint through and through for rubbing her back instead of seducing her.
We've all gone through that stage.
Damian managed to get the difficult words out through clenched teeth.
Whatever he was going through, he was doing his best to block her.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
The burst of furious power shot through her, the shockwave rattling the windows of the house.
Cold fear trickled through her.
Hot desire flowed through her and was mirrored on his face.
He'd heard it in her thoughts even if she didn't speak the words, and her ability to see through him as he did everyone else amazed him.
Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.
He entered three codes and crossed through three doors, walked down a hall too narrow for him to walk straight, and retreated to his room.
In a few minutes, they were strolling through the mall once more.
Fear swept through her, and he offered a tight smile.
Nothing here can get through me.
The sense of normalcy faded as they moved through the mall.
Damian dropped to the floor with a roar, his eyes blurring as more fire and liquid tore through him.
Jule wasn't the type of man who worried about anything, and fear slid through her.
She waved Sofia over frantically before climbing on top of the sink and wriggling through the window.
She grabbed Traci's hand, and she picked her way through the death until she found the vamp she sought.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
He dropped his arm, and she picked her way through the bodies, covering her mouth to keep from vomiting.
Sofia sifted through them.
We gotta think this one through, Jule.
Her apprehension grew as the vamp led her down a maze of hallways through scores of other vamps and past multiple doorways.
His stunted memories collided with the others running through her mind.
But he showed no sign of life as he took up his position in his corner, and desperation crept through her.
He walked through the halls quickly, the emerging thoughts in his head baffling him.
He made his way through the crowded halls, grunting under the weight of the man.
He turned and made his way through the doors he suddenly remembered traversing many times the past few days.
As he stumbled through the halls, he heard the alarms blare.
Fire tore through her, and she cried out.
He touched her, and familiar warmth flashed through her, easing the pain.
She jogged after him with great effort as he strode through the maze.
He emerged into a busier hall and waited for her, taking her arm and leading her through the vamps.
They passed through the activity unscathed before he started down another hall.
Sofia followed him as the halls angled up and narrowed until Two had to walk through them sideways.
They passed through two more doors before exiting into a cold desert night on the side of a mountain, overlooking the activity at the elevator's entrance.
He snatched her as she passed, but not before she heard a shot and felt fire burn through her.
Sand flew as they soared and leapt through the desert.
She sobbed, absorbing the black visions spilling through his mind.
The two brothers stared at each other, and she choked back a sob, joy and horror flying through her.
He drove them through back roads and alleys to ensure no one followed before taking the highway and exiting into a direction that appeared to be nothing but desert.
Despite the cool fear spiraling through her, she couldn't help but feel thrilled at the sight of him after she thought she'd lost him.
He was more and more appalled by the memories afflicting his brother, what he'd gone through since his supposed death.
He'll have to work through it.
She flew down the stairs and through the teeming hallways.
She touched her palm to his, driven back by the impact of images that rippled through her.
The memories rippled through her then coalesced, locking themselves away in the back of her mind.
She braced herself against the memories running through his head and the confusion as he tried to figure out where he was.
Deidre continued through the halls lined with torches bearing black flames.
Fear fluttered through her.
He had a heartbeat, one that reverberated through her as if it was her own.
The consuming need to drink from him swept through her mind, dulling the rest of the world.
Whatever was working through her system was making her sick.
A flash of a dream went through her mind.
Her breath caught at the cool electricity that ran through her.
Except she was suddenly hungry again, the faint, sweet scent winding through her senses.
Darkyn was known for going through them like tissue paper.
She couldn't navigate through the emotions.
His black eyes saw through her; his cold features were expressionless.
Deidre drew a shaky breath and stepped through the portal.
Deidre moved towards it, recalling the last time she'd crossed through it.
It was different than the other portals; there were no doors visible through this one, just a hole in the world.
She flung herself through it, not caring what waited for her on the other side.
Is this your insurance plan where you don't follow through because it's not binding?
It raced through her body, lulling her into a strange trance of heightened senses while he drank.
In spite of that, hope flickered through her.
She had a ton left and began sifting through her drawers for jeans.
She tiptoed to the closet and slid inside, peeking through the slats of the door.
She didn't feel him rifling through her thoughts, but she sensed it was what he did.
He stepped away from her and strode through the doorway.
No warm magic drifted through her.
I can assure you if she's found going through my portals again, she'll be sent straight to me.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood and Deidre grew edgy, fear fluttering through her.
A strange sense went through her, one she might think was jealousy.
His cool energy worked through her, calming her.
As for the rest, you are working through the human stages of grief.
She gave him another smile and turned away, retreating through the black portal.
The hole appeared, and she cringed as she went through it.
Deidre crossed through the shadow world.
Hell has a library, and the librarian has been teaching me about the deities through these little video tutorial things.
One of his nails scratched her rhythmically, sending small streaks of pleasure through her.
You want to lead another deity through my domain without my permission.
She stepped through and emerged on the landing overlooking the desert.
He touched her again, cold energy spinning through her.
Of all the emotions running through her mind, the one that hurt the most was knowing that everyone outside Hell had already written her off as a goner.
She didn't exactly feel grateful to him, though, not with the emotional trauma he put her through.
Deidre stepped through just as Past-Death did.
Deidre gripped Selyn's arm more tightly, fear spiraling through her.
She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.
She prayed for Selyn to find her way home safely then led them through the portal into Hell.
The skull looked up through hollow eyes, just as the flashlight died, plunging the pair into a blackened void of darkness.
They'd made it through the blahs of winter and the doldrums of spring, managing to satisfy most, if not all, of the bill collectors.
Dean breathed deeply as he watched the late afternoon sun filter through the curtains.
He couldn't imagine any childhood taunting that would have caused him to crawl into the earth through a cold, wet, and black hole.
Amid forced conversation, the group plodded their way through shrimp, chicken, and enchiladas to dessert—fried ice cream—but if the Deans thought this final outing would be a celebration, they were mistaken.
Cynthia hibernated to some serious tears while Dean sleepwalked through the daily chores, helped by Maria.
Now, if you're acting sheriff or whatever the hell your position is, it's your damned job to follow through.
I spent so much time on the phone talking to the Calvias she wouldn't have gotten through, Cynthia said the next morning, after breakfast was cleared, the wash loaded, and domestic matters reasonably settled—a momentary break.
Fred began sorting through his papers, taking his time, building the suspense.
The whole troubling business snarled up his mind through the otherwise pleasant afternoon.
When Murf, my deputy, left, I saw her application come through and signed her on.
Before they could get out of sight, Joseph Dawkins' rental Jeep pulled up below them, cutting new destruction through the flowers.
He leaned over the seat and began rummaging through his backseat accumulation as the vehicle began to slide backwards.
I promised Martha we'd follow through and I will.
Keep your fingers crossed it was a local and not one of the tourists passing through.
Fred plunked down in a side chair and began sorting through his notes like a professor beginning a lecture.
New arrivals and departures at Bird Song were nonexistent as all present guests were staying at least through the weekend.
From what I hear, it's not worth enough to go through all this hassle.
A band tooted practice blasts, someone was yelling directions through an old fashioned megaphone, which were ignored, and Suzanne, whose nightly music show serenaded the tourists, warmed up the Star Spangled Banner in a voice that needed no mike.
Thoughts raced through his mind of another crash, when Bird Song's very first guest had met a similar fate—but on a traveled highway, not a remote Jeep road deep in the San Juans.
Dean rubbed his fingers through his hair and looked at his wife.
I can't seem to get through to anyone to even talk to the girl.
So will you, trying to mush through the state's bureaucratic swamp.
The departure left husband Joseph in an even surlier mood than usual, and he growled his way through breakfast.
David was knee deep in a can't-put-down-able James Lee Burke mystery, while Cynthia plodded through her zillion-page saga, a real flower-presser in Dean's mind.
The realization struck Cynthia, too, and as neither had slept particularly well, both plodded through the early morning chores with few words passing between them.
There was a chill in the early day air as Dean drove the topless Jeep north through town as Ouray was waking up.
Frankly, when you cut through all the flowery words, he was a first-class con man—a rascal.
Before leaving, Jennifer Radisson explained that Josh had learned of Edith's new address in California—perhaps through some common friend—and had written his teenage sweetheart.
There a reason you don't want me to run these prints through the system?
Maria crushed Martha in her happy embrace, although what she'd perceived of the young girl's absence through the veil of her linguistic limitations was anyone's guess.
He could still see the bruises through the makeup covering her face.
Dean combed his fingers through his hair.
I snuck down at night and went through all the trunks until I found the bones.
Wynn said through clenched teeth.
Darkyn opened one of the internal portals within Hell and strode through it.
His black eyes saw through Wynn.
With great focus, she dug through the undergarments in the dresser and chose a set that matched, like human-Deidre did.
People milled through the farmer's market.
Deidre looked through her purse and pulled out the wallet.
She made it through two and a half of the dinner-plate sized confections before she grimaced.
Uneasiness drifted through her.
Her heart was racing and something new fluttered through her, warmth that pooled at the base of her belly.
Warm energy fluttered through her.
Was human-Deidre going through the same pain many times a day at Darkyn's hands?
The idea he'd gone through something like this, and she didn't know to help him made her sad.
She was hardly able to draw a deep breath through her tight chest.
Landon issued the orders through the mind message system.
Gabriel moved through the meat locker, unaffected by the cold after the half hour battle.
Deidre gazed around her, eyes settling on the green glow, visible through the French doors.
The demons can't access it, but an Immortal or dealer who goes through Hell can.
I told you, if you wanted to be exactly like me, to walk through that door, she said.
A ripple of cold energy floated through her head and made her shiver.
I'm lucky Zamon and Darkyn both followed through.
He led her through the stronghold and into the courtyard and garden area between the walls and the fortress.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
Tamer rustled through a notebook.
Midmorning sunlight streamed in through the large windows at the rear of the study.
She blinked, pulling her attention from the heat racing through her body.
Deidre watched, intrigued by how graceful and silent the large creatures were as they moved through the clearing.
She cocked her head to the side and filtered through her memories.
Darkyn had gone through the process to blood bind Deidre; he wasn't going to let his only source of food go.
Hearing the lengths his mate went through to condemn the human rendered him speechless.
Darkyn would never let him through Hell, but Deidre … He felt like shit just thinking about it yet recognized the danger he was in.
Just get me through Hell.
Darkyn's mate stopped as soon as she was through.
Darkyn's mate nodded, turned and retreated through the portal back to Hell.
She padded to the glowing portal and stepped through.
She paused at an intersection to let a group of Immortals through, uninterested in talking to anyone just now.
As she stepped through, so did Darkyn's mate, from a black portal to her left.
She didn't know how humans bore through it.
It sounded as if half a legion of armed Immortals was chasing someone through the fortress.
Determined to find some peace and quiet, Wynn ignored the men racing in different directions through the hallways and went to one of the back stairwells.
Unwilling to alarm them and possibly end up stabbed, he pretended not to know and moved through the room.
He and his demons disappeared through a portal.
Gabriel opened a portal and crossed through the in-between place.
He checked the front door to make sure it was locked and then quietly walked through the living room.
They had fought all through her pregnancy.
Running a hand through his hair in a way that Carmen had grown to recognize as a nervous habit, he addressed Lori in a tone that was both stern and conversational.
They continued up the hill, past the place where the wild dogs had broken through so long ago, and on toward the spring.
He slipped the rifle out of its boot and led the way through the underbrush.
Something big plunged away through the brush and Alex swore under his breath.
She glanced at him and he looked away running a hand through his hair.
Maybe it would be best if Lori spoke to them about this only through an attorney.
His hands slid down her arms and his palms touched hers warmly as his fingers laced through hers.
It was hard to tell whether she would go through with contesting the will, or if she even could after so long.
She filled the feeder and let Destiny throw some grain through the fence.
Alex waited through some more contractions and finally pulled the foal straight out.
She stepped through the gate and closed it, looking around again to make sure the buffalo were not close.
He stepped out on the front porch, phone to his ear as his gaze probed through the trees.
Through the window she saw Alex vault the fence and hit the ground running.
Alex came through the surgery fine.
They had removed the endotracheal tube, but he still had a feeding tube through his nose.
They caught the man running through the buffalo pasture, with Brutus barking and nipping at his heels.
Alex slept through his father's visit, but woke for a while later.
When they walked through the door at the house, she announced that she was going to fix lunch.
Rolling away from him, she sorted through endless subjects before finally falling asleep.
Through the window she watched him stand and walk over to the porch rail, watching them intently.
Sticking her arms through what passed for an armhole, she shrugged into it, struggling to zip it up in the back.
Then he ran both hands through his hair.
Later he came through the patio door with an empty coffee mug and set it in the sink.
I came through the door and the knife came at me.
In other words, making noise through your larynx isn't something you have to learn to do.
They had been through better and worse and each time they had come out on the other side with a stronger relationship.
When I came through the door, he knifed me.
He strode through a curtained doorway in the corner and down a long hallway almost too narrow for either of them to fit.