They moved towards the three.

Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south.

The sense grew stronger as she led them down the hall past a waiting room and nurse's station towards the quiet hallway lined by patients' rooms, each housing four to five patients.

Darian moved sluggishly towards the shivering woman.

She squinted towards the blazing buildings to see a dark figure half-trotting, half-limping towards them.

Jule looked again towards the garage, growing concerned he hadn't heard a car or garage door motor yet.

Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door.

He fished his keys out of her pocket and hurried her towards the parking lot.

Might do you good to get out of sight, he said, nodding towards the windows.

He nodded his head towards the garage door.

She hugged herself and hurried towards the door to the pub.

Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.

With a noisy sigh, he slinked out the back door of the kitchen towards the barracks.

Darian darted towards the house.

Is it not possible to take a step further towards recognizing and organizing the rights of man?

Towards evening he told his men to ride home by the main road while he went by another way that was somewhat longer.

Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.

There are fourteen-ish bodies towards the back of the church.

She followed him with her eyes as he retreated towards the kitchen.

Jonny looked towards the door to the kitchen suddenly, and his gaze darkened.

His gaze turned towards the hallway.

When she moved woodenly towards her bedroom, he disappeared.

A form loitering against one wall straightened as he started towards the stairs.

"Papa!" she shouted and ran towards the stairwell.

"No, Jonny, I-- " He pulled her towards the dark hallway, staying close to the walls.

She drove the winding roads from her father's manor through County Clare and south towards the Cliffs of Moher to Doolin, one of her favorite day trips.

Suddenly, towards evening, a band of robbers swooped down upon them.

Startled, she watched him dart towards Dusty.

Jenn met his gaze, and he looked again towards the fire.

He watched quietly, and soon saw a large fox coming towards him.

They stared towards a hallway too dark for her to see into.

Hesitating only a moment more, Yully moved towards him and knelt.

The dark mist slid to the floor and crept towards them.

They looked towards her as the bell over the door rang.

Bianca focused on it and channeled her healing energy towards the dark pain.

"Sit your ass down," he said and nodded his head behind him towards the living room.

Sean caught his eye and tossed his head towards the restrooms.

He was distant, even cool towards her.

He said nothing as they exited and drove north, towards the highway.

Though his body didn't speak of it, she directed her power towards it as well.

Bianca jogged after the two, who raced towards a small crowd at the opened gate of the compound.

Bianca moved away from Talon towards the violent waves and then sat with her back to a wave as high as her waist.

His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.

She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.

Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.

In another flash of lightning, she saw a form dart from the hallway, around the stunned crowd, towards her.

She channeled her energy towards it, feeding it.

"You didn't answer my question," he said, stepping towards her.

Those around him moved away, and those on a path towards his side of the hall changed their minds and turned around.

They stared for a long moment then Talon shoved her towards the water.

The great bird was high in the air and flying towards the far-off mountains with all his money.

Her heart quickening, she started towards the entrance of the church.

Dusty smiled faintly as Toni walked towards the back of the church, whistling.

Since his back was to the danger, he was unaware when the man gunned the engine and started to drive towards him.

Toni pushed both women behind him, and Darian took a teetering step towards him.

Her heart pounding, she turned the car around and drove back towards the dueling men.

Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.

She trailed him down the hallway towards the guest parlor.

The vamp in front of Jonny launched towards her.

He smiled faintly and nodded, striking off down the hall towards his private wing of the underground facility.

He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.

She smiled faintly and lifted her chin towards the kitchen door.

"Well, then, let's get started," Damian said and motioned for the vamp to follow as he strode towards the house's back door.

Alarmed, she picked her way through the rows of machines towards the door leading to the sparring mats.

He was tightly wrapped in black fabric, his head towards the ocean.

Neither spoke, and the chauffeur took them north, instead of south towards home.

The vamp strode towards the fortress and cut through a trail to the rocky area to the west.

It mingled with the magic of the monument, and she threw it upward, towards the sky.

Yully closed her eyes and reached out towards her father.

She strode towards the door, fed up with the vamp toying with her.

She looked around again and drew her knees towards her chest.

Even he does not wear it, Pierre said and motioned her to follow him towards the party below.

"Got it," Dustin said, trotting towards the men.

The Black God looked from her towards the direction of the voice.

The door opened, and they both looked towards it.

Past-Death pushed Deidre towards him.

Deidre retreated into the hallway and started back towards the stairs.

One smiled coldly, revealing its sharpened teeth, while another was the first to take a step towards her.

It wasn't anger she felt towards him but … hunger.

This was too similar to what she physically felt towards Gabriel to be anything other than the Immortal bond that branded Darkyn's name across her shoulders.

She cried out, body convulsing under waves of pleasure intense enough to push her towards unconsciousness.

You already know the Immortal mating is what made you feel that way towards Gabriel.

"Look in the mirror," he said, nodding his head towards the wardrobe.

He stepped away, towards the bed, peeling off his shirt as he went.

He pushed her away and moved towards the bed.

Deidre moved towards it, recalling the last time she'd crossed through it.

He strode towards a waiting portal.

He started towards her.

Gabriel stretched towards her slowly.

He looked away, towards the window, hands on his hips.

Darkyn released her and lifted his chin towards an awaiting portal.

She pushed Selyn towards the portal to Hell.

Harmony tossed her head towards the death dealer holding Selyn.

The clerk darted around the counter towards the corner, where someone had accidently tipped over a lit candelabra that was now burning the curtains.

"You wouldn't …" Gabriel shifted towards her.

Furious, he started towards the door.

"You never used to tell me no, either!" she snapped and rose, marching towards the stairs to the second floor.

His gaze drifted towards the fortress.

They'd taken a step together towards their future by talking openly on topics he never thought he'd be able to bring up.

Gabriel tossed his head towards the portal.

Gabriel stretched towards her slowly, afraid of spooking her.

He prayed to all the deities he never, ever grew aloof and callous towards the humans.

She nodded and swallowed then motioned him away from the lake, towards the trees.

Gabriel glanced towards the fortress.

"Deidre, I think we need to –" she started, backing towards her portal.

Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.

Harmony tossed her head towards the death dealer holding Darkyn's daughter.

The façade returned, and he moved towards the door.

She could pay it this month or put the three hundred dollars towards a one-way ticket to wherever she wanted to be when she died.

One minute, Dr. Wynn was headed back towards Deidre's exam room.

He looked down and saw the arrow pointed towards one of the symbols.

Gabe lifted his chin towards Rhyn in a silent request.

Gabe turned towards Rhyn, in sore need of a pep talk as only his best friend could provide.

Too much relied upon him for him to continue barreling towards disaster.

She inched towards the edge of the building.

The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.

She walked towards the brightest of the glowing doorways and hesitated, unable to see through it.

She didn't wait for him but flipped off her sandals and jogged down the beach, towards the abandoned lot nearby.

She forced herself to breathe deeply and continued towards the distant road.

He lifted his eyebrows towards the glass in front of her.

She crossed her arms and walked towards him, stopping close enough for him to reach her, if he wanted to.

Deidre went obediently with her towards the fortress, numb and nauseous.

Whatever step towards him she seemed to take this day, she'd leapt back about twenty.

"It's okay, I'll … come back later," she said and moved towards the door.

Deidre went and sat when they pulled her towards the ground.

Toby stood slowly and moved towards the door.

He lifted his chin towards the other side of the bedroom.

The path towards the lost souls was anything but direct.

The twists and turns led her sometimes towards it, sometimes back the way she came.

No longer able to register the world around her, she walked numbly towards the first trail she saw.

"Wanna stay a little longer?" he whispered, nipping her neck then trailing kisses towards her collarbone.

Breaking through the surface, Gabriel gasped in a few breaths before swimming towards the shore with powerful strokes.

He tipped his head towards the man he'd brought with him.

Gabriel rubbed the back of his head and paced towards the windows.

The experimental surgeries I performed the first six months were not geared towards curing you at all.

You feel the same way towards me that I do towards you.

He strode towards a dark wall of the in-between place.

Near full-blown panic again, Deidre was midway through her second step towards the door when the creature snatched her.

Toby began to panic and pull, and the jaguar lowered itself farther to the ground, planting its back legs and jerking the boy towards the forest.

The scent of real food wafted towards her.

She walked towards her quarters, uncertain why his departure bothered her.

Unwilling to see her death, she closed her eyes, never imagining she'd ever be hurtling towards some distant planet in an escape pod booby-trapped to kill her!

His feelings towards Sarah resembled those toward his older sister, Emily, whom he idolized as a caregiver, teacher, and confident.

Elisabeth started towards her.

She then turned and sauntered towards Victor, not a hint of fear in her carriage "Hello, Victor" His greeting was returned with a hiss, "Elisabeth!"

She padded towards her desk, where the Undersecretary of Domestic Security's electronic records were maintained within a secured, portable vault the size of her hand.

The shuttle disappeared behind buildings as it headed towards one of the seven helipads on the compound.

He could only steer them towards the Underground Railroad, the secretive systems of bunkers and tunnels running beneath major cities that were developed by the PMF during the ten-year war.

Lana's smile remained as she crossed the helipad towards the barracks.

He strode towards the entrance behind several others exiting the building.

Heat rolled over him as he was flung towards the weed-infested parking lot.

Dan rallied his team and broke towards the east, where the first flares had appeared.

The enigmatic Tim's request for a favor was readily granted after three generations of both their families working together towards the PMF's goals of national unity.

Brady snatched his computer fast enough to surprise the fed in blue and strode towards the gates.

He held out his arm towards a closed door leading to another corridor.

Lana glanced towards the door and sat at a small table nearby.

He broke away before she reached him, instead striding towards her.

She watched General Greene stride towards the command hub.

She turned away and started towards the barracks.

He put pressure on his injured leg with a grimace but gestured towards the unconscious soldier hanging between two others.

They turned to see the tall five-star general stride towards them, right arm still at his side while his other swung.

"Turn that off, Lana," the general ordered in a softer tone as he glanced towards a woman manning the screen on the left.

"C'mon, boys," the general said, ushering them towards the doors.

Dan glanced towards her.

The general's stride quickened as he exited the medical facilities towards the direction both women had gone.

Lana shifted, and Arnie bolted towards the cliff.

Lana jumped over him and squeezed between two boulders, all but flinging herself towards the object.

Brady placed her on it and gripped the handle, walking towards the road.

While the night's events were still a bit hazy, her memory was clear enough to feel gratitude towards the man crouched beside her.

She stood at the bottom of the hill leading towards the command center.

Lana turned and smiled as the security specialist drove towards her in a cart.

"Yep. She's somewhere out west over there," Elise said with a wave of her hand towards the forest.

They headed towards the top of the mountain.

Lana's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out the tracker Elise gave her, starting through the forest towards the stream.

He stepped towards her, and she inched away.

She pushed herself away from him as he took another step towards her, a newfound horror creeping through her.

She inched away, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him.

She could survive on the ample amounts of supplies the emerops facilities contained if she moved from facility to facility towards the west.

His back was towards her, the expanse of golden skin stretched over bulging muscles startling her.

Her gaze went towards the bed, where his deep breathing was steady.

They started away from the tent towards the center of their camp.

He lifted his chin towards his bed.

"I'll think about it," he said, walking towards the back of the tent with her things.

When he took a step towards her, she reached out to him.

He watched Lana from the corner of his eye, returning to his weapons, this time with his back to the wall and not towards her.

Brady turned away and started towards the forest.

They loaded one of the transports with the supplies and sent it towards the hard site with a security force.

Brady bit back what he wanted to say and motioned towards the door.

Brady motioned her towards the door and hung back, pressing his thumb to a keypad on the wall.

Brady started down the trail towards the darkness of the forest.

She obeyed, inching towards the bench until she lay on her side, suspended by the harness above the seat by a few inches.

Her fingers grazed the cold metal, and she stretched towards it.

The heavy metal box grated towards her.

Finally, it caught, and she kicked her feet as it pulled her towards the surface.

With one last look at the river, she turned away and climbed the bank clumsily before heading towards the road leading from the bridge to her home.

Attack on feds fleeing towards Sky Bridge.

The occupant of the large chair in the corner of the living room launched towards her in a flurry of brown and black fur.

She touched the pocket as she moved towards the door.

She started towards the forest hedging the road adjacent to the condo community.

"We thought we'd start at Lana's house," Elise said as they all walked towards the awaiting helo.

A military transport rolled from the main road leading out of the forest a few hundred meters away towards the town.

Groups of people milled and moved towards the fields surrounding the town, guided by moonlight and the light of handheld lanterns.

Two of which lead towards known emerops facilities about two to three days out.

We know she was headed west, towards Colorado.

Brady started around the crater towards the southern route.

Mike gazed towards the Mississippi.

She stepped from the final building and watched men and women carry cauldrons towards the bonfire area.

Lana looked towards Mike.

He motioned the PMF members behind him towards the city.

"We're looking for this woman," Elise said, striding towards them.

Brady pulled off his mask, trotting towards her.

The helo flew west, towards the border with Idaho.

Dan bypassed the mansion and led him towards the lake, where two forms stood on a large dock.

"But Rhyn – " Rhyn released him and walked away again, towards the tent where Kris was staying.

He pulled up the hood and strode into the forest, towards the castle.  Beneath the hood, he took in the numbers of demons present.  There weren't as many as he expected but far more than he could fight without his magic.

His anger growing at the petite woman who'd taken Andre, Katie and Gabe from him, Rhyn stalked towards the door.

Follow this path until you reach a stream.  Follow the stream towards the smaller moon.  I'll catch up with you.  Whatever you do, don't leave the stream.

The water looked … black in the moonlight.  She took a step back and looked up towards the moons.  As Gabriel indicated, one moon was lower than the other.

She turned to see him motion her towards the jungle surrounding the lake.  His clothing was torn, and blood stained his skin.  He appeared to have been running; his boots were covered in mud that had splashed to his thighs, and his face was flushed.

The specter pointed back towards the lake.  Katie slowed and watched Gabriel continue onward.  She'd liked Andre above any of the Council members, but his insistence that she go in the direction opposite of which she was headed puzzled her.

Rhyn squinted towards the sound of his brother's voice, struggling to balance the sensations within him.

"It's not that," Kris said with an irritated glance towards his brother.  "Kiki, I know none of you have faith in me.  I'm trying to do what's right, and you fight me all the way."

They walked towards the beach that had formed his prison for three days in the real world.

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.

The two trees whose girth had been small enough for her wrap her arms around had expanded in width and height, reaching towards the gray sky of the underworld.  Katie craned her neck, unable to see the tops of the trees.  Their trunks had grown outward from the trail until they were as wide as a football field.  Their massive roots ruptured the ground that had been the trail, creating a ravine she could see even from their safe distance.

"We're going towards the lake," she said.

Katie looked over her shoulder again towards the massive trees.  She didn't know what happened with Gabriel, but she hoped he was safe, wherever he was.

He motioned dismissively towards the cell block.

His walk turned to a trot and then a run.  Rhyn ran after him, feeling alive as they raced through the enchanted forest towards a fate he wasn't entirely certain how to handle yet.

Toby asked as they walked towards a glowing portal.

"Up, above the tree line," Toby said, stretching towards the next one.

Katie angled herself towards the voice once again.  The woman was close.  She continued and then stopped suddenly, nearly tripping over the small form in her path.

She sat heavily, inching towards the other woman for warmth.

"This way," he said and started towards Death's palace.

Demons flew towards him.

The Ully-demon launched towards him.  The tree snatched Toby and lifted him to safety, and Toby dangled far enough over Ully's head that the demon couldn't reach him.  As he watched, the Ully-demon transformed into its natural form, a creature of wings, talons, and teeth longer than Toby's fingers.

He flew through the air, drawing the attention of nearby demons in midflight.  He saw them shift directions and dart towards him just before he dipped beneath the jungle canopy again.

Even the thunder of the underworld sounded weird.  Katie glanced towards the sky, silently cursing the rain.  She made her way over a fallen log and waited for Deidre before continuing.

Kris and Kiki both looked towards the sky when the thunder began.  They'd both given their jackets to Hannah, whose step was growing slower the farther they went into the jungle.  Kiki muttered but didn't openly bitch, probably knowing Kris had no patience for anyone insulting his mate.

Kris addressed Kiki with a worried look towards Hannah.

She didn't look convinced.  Kris moved away her, his anxiety and concern growing.  They'd come there to rescue one human and might just lose two.  He paced and gazed up the tree, unable to see Kiki.  He heard Hannah stir and glanced towards her.  She rose from her seat.

Kris looked up in time to see Kiki crash through the canopy and plummet towards the ground.  Kris gasped and sprung forward.  A streak of black crossed his vision as a flying demon snatched Kiki out of the air.

Suddenly, Hannah stopped.  Kris barreled towards her.  He glimpsed movement before he burst into the small clearing.  It wasn't until he leapt over the final hurdle – a massive fallen tree – did he see what stopped her.  One moment she stood with her back to him.  The next, she was on the ground, Rhyn's dagger dripping with blood.

Deidre screamed, and Katie twisted in midair.  The woman was tumbling towards the treetops.  Branches snatched at her and missed, and Deidre fell through the canopy to the jungle below.

"Gabe!" the angel cried.  Katie pressed back against the wall of the palace.  The demons gathered around them, and she saw the flash of Gabe's weapons as he tried to cut a path through the creatures towards them.  The death-dealer went down as three demons dog-piled him.

"She'll be killed!" she exclaimed, watching a disheveled Deidre march from the forest towards them.

Suddenly, Deidre's vague story of lost love and Gabe's bitterness towards her clicked.

He tugged her towards the portal.  "Everyone has to deal with Death on their own.  Please, pleeeeeeease come with me, Mama!  We have to take you to the Sanctuary.  You're still not alive or dead yet.  We have to make you alive."

"Back to the palace," Rhyn said with a glance towards the dark sky.  It was the last day he could press Death for a favor.

Death lowered the hand displaying the end of the world scenario.  The images of Gabe fighting demons switched to those of Katie on the beach under the moonlight.  Rhyn's breath caught at the sight of her.  She appeared exhausted, tattered, and drenched from the underworld rain.  She'd never looked as beautiful as she did, even if she looked as if she'd just left the underworld.  Toby was with her, pulling her from the beach towards the Sanctuary.

And get rid of the demons.  And with that, she strode past them both, towards the door.

He hefted Kiki once again.  Hannah sniffled and crawled to her feet.  Rhyn hurried towards the Sanctuary, concerned for Kiki but even more anxious about making sure Katie was alive and well.

"I told you I'd get you back," he said and took a step towards her.

Everything was a struggle, and life in general wasn't heading towards her goal.

He reached out and gently took her arm, pulling her towards him.

Darian glanced towards his closest friend.

Darian started towards the palace, intending to take her to bed with him once more before he started his official duties.

One of the Guardians stepped towards him.

Jenn's gaze went towards the main room of the dwelling.

Jenn glanced towards them.

She hurried to her feet and continued, heart racing as she ran through the city towards her home.

He didn't go the way they did but cut through an alley towards the center of the city.

Dustin shouted, darting through the obelisks towards her.

Damian struggled to lift the woman at his feet then carried her towards a tree.

She went, walking towards the tree without knowing what to expect.

Damian inched towards it, planting his hands on the ground.

She chanted the words as they walked towards the horizon.

Her glance towards the mountain mansion told him things were not going well.

Jenn started forward then paused with a glance towards the closed bedroom door.

"Hi," Darian said, striding towards them.

The Other glowed purple-black in the night, and more lightning streaked towards Darian.

She'd pulled on her boots and snatched her backpack before she was half awake, running towards the door.

All looked towards the door when she entered, and she smiled.

The small town had only dirt roads, and his glanced lingered towards a farmers market under the awnings in the center, a couple of blocks away.

Jenn trotted through the orchard towards the city, energized by the plentiful magic in the world around her.

Her gaze flickered towards the other end of the orchard, where the White God's palace had been.

Satisfied he could find it, Darian started towards the door.

You've been acting strange towards me for days now.

Jenn took several steps towards him, Darian shifted, reminded of another temptress, one that had succeeded not only in mating with him but betraying him.

She pulled on her shirt and jacket, turning towards her locker without opening it.

He shook his head to clear it and walked away, towards the front door.

Redheaded Yully and tiny Bianca raced down the hallway towards the foyer, chasing the vamp Charles.

Darian started towards the palace.

He roused himself and trotted down the hill, towards the obelisk.

He trotted back towards the orchard, pensive.

She got dressed and looked at the time, her heart pounding harder and harder as she moved towards the door.

"You know this is for your own good," the Watcher said, leading her towards one of the only standing buildings she saw.

Jenn turned and walked towards the fortress again.

Jenn held her ground when the Black God marched towards her.

She crossed the road and walked into the pine forest, towards the small town.

He rose and moved towards the kitchen.

"For me, anyway," he added carefully, moving towards her.

Jenn nodded and strode towards the stairwell.

Darian started towards the stairwell then stopped, not wanting to disturb Jenn after their long night.

Pain radiated through her, but she pushed herself towards the door.

Her gaze assessed their location for a safe path towards the ocean.

Jenn trotted forward, towards the huge block of marble.

She started forward again, towards more debris.

Jenn gazed towards the wall, mentally determining her chances at taking on six guardsmen and getting them all over the wall before more came or worse—before Others showed up.

His rhythm disrupted, he glanced towards the boulder where he'd hidden Yully and Charles, making sure they weren't in danger.

Jonny cried, moving towards them.

He took in her features again then looked down the hall, where several people moved towards them.

He felt Jenn's pain the moment he stepped towards Claire.

I've come to peace with some things and am working towards peace on others.

He started away from her towards the obelisk.

Darian stepped towards Claire.

She trotted away from him up the beach towards the marble obelisk that rose out of the orchard.

She took a step towards it.

Jenn glanced towards her.

The Other raised a hand, and Jenn dived to the ground as lightning ripped through the air towards her.

Purple lightning sizzled and a guardsman's sword arced towards her simultaneously.

Jenn ducked at the sight of purple lightning, stunned when he caught it midair and flung it back towards the Other.

She looked towards their destination then back at the pillar of magic, which had grown thicker and had begun eating away at the earth around it.

Instinct took over, urging her towards the gateway.

White fire spewed from the ground upward, towards the sky.

He glanced towards the Watcher to find the space empty.

The woman clenched his arm and slid towards the ground until she held only his wrist.

Swords flashing, they sprinted towards her and the center of the city only to be brought down by a flurry of arrows a dozen feet before her.

Vara pulled her body towards him until she cleared the cell then lifted her.

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

"Alex …" she gasped as she leaned towards him.

She and her friends fell away as he moved into the crowd, towards the blonde.

Xander knew the effect he had on women; they tended to be compelled towards him then melted when he touched them.

Xander picked up on one of the Guardians from the local station moving towards the alley.

The Guardian sighed and turned, starting the long walk towards LA.

He started up the beach towards his condo.

Laurie looked towards the bed.

"Sure, I …" Jessi glanced towards the bed.

Jessi turned towards the door, ready to leave him in the hallway so she could lock herself and Ashley in the room.

He forced his attention away and walked slowly down the hallway, towards the room where the girl had been – and where Jonny had appeared twice this morning.

She was like a walking rectangle with a bird face, and she got outright hostile towards the beautiful women she escorted out of his home every morning.

Yet Xander felt nothing negative towards her.

Darian strode away towards the large jungle gym, out of hearing distance but close enough to watch and react.

He tilted his head towards one cabinet in response.

He turned away towards the stairs leading down to the main floor, and she sneaked a glance to see if he still wore the necklace.

Startled by his interest, she looked towards the stairs.

She wrung the water out of his shirt and walked down the hallway towards the laundry room.

He grabbed it as he strode towards the door and saw Jessi had anticipated him.

She all but fled up the stairs to the kitchen, heading towards the iPad.

She looked towards the porch and jumped.

Jessi glanced towards his bedroom, not about to knock on his door to see if he was ready.

With another glance towards the porch, Jessi started down the hallway.

Toni looked her over in irritation as Jessi walked towards Laurencio.

She tried to look towards Gerry and silently beg him to help her.

Laurencio rushed towards it, snatching it from his assistant and cradling it to check for sand.

Jessi started towards Brandon's to tell him to pack or hide.

"Well …" Her eyes went towards the hallway where the kids were.

They turned in unison towards the speaker.

He led them towards the massive red barn at the center of the buildings.

She breezed past him towards the entrance.

He lifted his chin towards the beach.

"You have the wrong person," she said and pushed Ashley towards the road.

Jessi watched her cousin walk away then break into a run as she crossed the street and headed towards the bookstore.

Their leader eyed a family of five walking across the aisle towards their car.

She strode towards the car.

Images of him sliding it south, towards the part of her that ached, filled her mind.

He was headed towards the stairs.

At her silence, he glanced towards her.

He took a step towards her.

She glanced towards the blocky sign as they passed it.

She strode towards the mall, hating the reminder.

She glanced towards him.

Jenn struck off towards the barn.

She led them through the mall towards the entrance, while her cousins talked.

The cousins hesitated, but Xander tossed his head towards the restaurant.

She found herself leaning towards Xander, if the choice was between him and Gerry.

She swatted him away, striding towards the car.

Xander felt her grow tenser as they were waved down the long driveway, towards the oceanfront building.

He gazed towards his nonexistent condo and crossed his arms, leaning back against the car.

He looked towards the sound and raised his eyebrows.

He moved away, towards an open door leading into the building.

Men her size hurled strange purple lightening towards Darian.

The vampire moved towards her.

Xander walked with her towards the barn.

Jonny left her in front of the windows and strode towards one hallway.

Jonny whirled, starting towards Ashley, when the teen girl winked out of existence in a flash of purple light.

Unable to determine what his emotions towards her were, he needed to experience what he did whenever he was inside her.

The Other released the teen, who darted away from him, towards Jessi.

She moved towards the Other.

Lightening arced from the Original Other towards the necklace.

The Original Other motioned to the men around him, pointing towards Xander with a silent command.

Purple lightening sizzled past her towards Xander.

Before she registered lightening coming towards them, he had blocked it.

The magic trickled, and he glanced towards the female form in an outcropping of boulders nearby.

It was strong enough to wipe out anything negative he might feel towards her.

Xander lifted her easily into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

Theveste was founded towards the close of the 1st century A.D.

The view peculiar to him is reached in the end as the crowning conception towards which all separate channels of thought have tended, and in the light of which the life of man in nature and mind, in the individual and in society, had been surveyed.

He was no follower of their ideas, indeed often opposed to them; but he derived from Bacon an increasing stimulus towards the investigation of certain great problems of history and philosophy, while Grotius proved valuable in his study of philosophic jurisprudence.

But Vico maintained that the one was continually progressing towards the other, positive law showing an increasing tendency to draw nearer to natural and rational law.

Tables towards the wider, more general and more humane jus gentium.

It has been justly observed by many that this continuous cyclical movement entirely excludes the progress of humanity towards a better future.

iEthelfrith became involved in war with the Welsh towards the end of his reign and captured Chester, probably about 613.

But Oswio and his son Ecgfrith greatly extended their territories towards the north and north-west, making themselves masters of the kingdoms of Strathclyde and Dalriada, as well as of a large part of the Pictish kingdom.

In 1894 and 1895, Fischer, in a remarkable series of papers on the influence of molecular structure upon the action of the enzyme, showed that various species of yeast behave very differently towards solutions of sugars.

In this respect the plasma behaves in a similar manner towards the sugars as does the living yeast cell.

She found the maestro towards the end of 1837 dispirited by a temporary eclipse of popularity and in the first stage of his fatal malady, and carried him off to winter with her in the south.

He obtained 150,000 ducats towards the expenses of the expedition from Henry VIII.

The pope had repeatedly used the rich northern benefices to reward members of the Roman curia, and towards the close of the year 1516 he sent the grasping and impolitic Arcimboldi as papal nuncio to Denmark to collect money for St Peter's.

The more important of the suburbs lie towards the east, where the promontory joins the main plateau, of which it forms the north-western extremity.

Towards the end of the 19th century came the discovery made by W.

At the temperate stations the maximum occurs near mid-winter; in the Arctic it seems deferred towards spring.

He was back in Scotland towards the end of June.

These ordinary ridge beds furnish a good supply towards the end of summer, and in autumn.

For a winter supply the beds should be made towards the end of August, and the end of October.

He was essentially a student, with strong leanings towards archaeology and ecclesiology.

The state rejected decisively the overtures made by Virginia in 1866, looking towards a reunion of the commonwealths.

From these streets others strike at right angles down to the harbour, while others again lead obliquely up towards the Belt, beyond which are extensive suburbs.

The streets of Valletta, paved with stone, run along and across the ridge, and end on each side towards the water in steep flights of steps.

The knights strengthened Valletta and its harbour by bastions, curtain-walls, lines and forts, towards the sea, towards the land and on every available point, taking advantage in every particular of the natural rock and of the marvellous advantages of situation, rendering it then almost impregnable.

He signed a blank treaty of peace with the Mahrattas, who were still in arms, reversed the action of the Madras government towards the nizam, and concentrated all the resources of Bengal against Hyder Ali.

She survived her husband, who cherished towards her to the last the sentiments of a lover.

at its upper end, where it takes the shape of a crescent, one arm of which runs towards Glen Orchy, the other to the point where the river Awe leaves the lake.

On the north both summits are defended by cliffs; on the south the ground slopes away somewhat abruptly from the eastern summit towards the plateau on which the town stood, while the western summit is separated from this plateau by a valley traversed by a branch of the Hypsas [mod.

The cylinder contains towards n a sliding rod, and towards 0 a compressed spiral spring.

He had a share in an attempt made towards union with the Greek Church.

A tendency is growing up towards the extension of technical and commercial education in place of the exclusively classical instruction hitherto imparted.

They are distributed over the whole island, but are perhaps most frequent towards the centre and in the Nurra.

or less in height and width, with the sides slightly inclined towards one another, and from 30 to 40 ft., or even more, in length; the sides are composed sometimes of slabs, sometimes of rough walling, while the roof is composed of flat slabs; and the bodies were probably disposed in a sitting position.

Whatever the obligations of the state towards the ecclesiastical society may be in pure theory, in practice they become more precise and stable when they assume the nature of a bilateral convention by which the state engages itself with regard to a third party.

But with these reservations it must unhesitatingly be said that concordats are bilateral or synallagmatic contracts, from which results an equal mutual obligation for the two parties, who enter into a juridical engagement towards each other.

The numerous concordats concluded towards the middle of the 19th century with several of the South American republics either have not come into force or have been denounced and replaced by a more or less pacific modus vivendi.

A large variety of materials have been used in their manufacture by different peoples at different times - painted linen and shavings of stained horn by the Egyptians, gold and silver by the Romans, rice-paper by the Chinese, silkworm cocoons in Italy, the plumage of highly coloured birds in South America, wax, small tinted shells, &c. At the beginning of the 8th century the French, who originally learnt the art from the Italians, made great advances in the accuracy of their reproductions, and towards the end of that century the Paris manufacturers enjoyed a world-wide reputation.

The great difference is in the attitude towards the Lord's Supper, the Reformed or Calvinistic Churches repudiating not only transubstantiation but also the Lutheran consubstantiation.

below the surface; while towards the Ravi wells are less than 20 ft.

Towards the end of the 12th century the town was in the hands of the Servian prince Stephen Nemanya, who there received hospitably the German emperor Frederic Barbarossa and his Crusaders.

Towards the end of the r8th century Mannheim attained great celebrity in the literary world as the place where Schiller's early plays were performed for the first time.

When, towards the end of his student-days in Berlin, he was acting as clinical assistant in the eye department of the Berlin Hospital, he noticed that in keratitis and corneal wounds healing took place without the appearance of plastic exudation.

The blue eyes -and the white coat of the kitten indicate that the Siamese breed is a semi-albino, which when adult tends towards melanism, such a combination of characters being apparently unknown in any other animal.

Its trade was mainly directed towards Sicily, where Megarian colonies were established at Hybla (Megara Hyblaea) and Selinus, and towards the Black Sea, in which region the Megarians were probably i As we have seen, it was mentioned in 1726 by Valentyn, and a young example' was in 1830 described and figured by Quoy and Gaimard (Voy.

Some - for instance, Otto, the mayor of the palace of Austrasia towards 640 - were devoted to the Crown.

His policy was steadily directed towards maintaining the peace of Utrecht, and this made him the main opponent of the schemes of Cardinal Alberoni for the aggrandizement of Spain.

Towards the end of the year Descartes was on his way to Italy.

13 But towards the end of year 1633 we find him writing as follows: - " I had intended sending you my World as a New Year's gift, and a fortnight ago I was still minded to send you a fragment of the work, if the whole of it could not be transcribed in time.

Both these methods, differing from that now employed, are interesting as preliminary steps towards the method of fluxions and the differential calculus.

In that gland the mystery of creation is concentrated; thought meets extension and directs it; extension moves towards thought and is perceived.

Excavations on the site of Ostia were only begun towards the close of the 18th century, and no systematic work was done until 1854, when under Pius IX.

Nothing could now retard the natural advance of the young Russian state towards the east and the south-east.

Towards the end of his life Ivan was partially consoled for his failure in the west by the unexpected acquisition of the kingdom of Siberia in the east, which was first subdued by the Cossack hetman Ermak or Yermak in 1581.

His dying boast, that "no Athenian had put on mourning through his doing," perhaps refers to his forbearance towards his political rivals, whom he refused to ruin by prosecution.

In his attitude towards the members of the Delian League Pericles likewise maintained a purely Athenian point of view.