Wall Sentence Examples
The keys hung on the wall beside the door.
An alarm went up at the wall.
She leaned her head against the shower wall, exhausted.
He lifted his hat from a peg on the wall and shrugged into his coat.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
Let into the wall was a star-shaped light.
Her gaze moved from the incredible view to the condo's owner, whose desk sat against the wall opposite her beside the windows.
Finally he pushed away from the wall and crossed to the table.
Martha glanced at the wall clock.
Her eyes went to the wall clock.
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She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
Through a gap in the broken wall he could see, beside the wooden fence, a row of thirty year-old birches with their lower branches lopped off, a field on which shocks of oats were standing, and some bushes near which rose the smoke of campfires-- the soldiers' kitchens.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
He pushed her against the wall, pulling at her dress again.
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He flung her to the ground near the far wall.
He leaned his head against the wall.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
A tall black woman moved forward from against the wall.
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She wobbled and balanced herself against the wall.
She took in his wounds again, unable to fathom why her father would chain him to the wall in their wine cellar.
She slumped against the low wall, propping up her elbows and covering her face.
It was always hanging on our wall.
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She waited until she was certain he was distracted before she crept across the apartment, keeping as close to the wall farthest from him as possible.
They stopped in a small command center, where one wall displayed monitors.
Her eyes dropped to what was left of the other three then flew up to the wall.
Her back hit the wall.
She wrenched free of his hold and pushed him hard enough to slide out from between him and the wall.
She leaned against the waist-high wall.
The next morning, Deidre found herself at the wall overlooking the red deserts of Hell.
Her heel hit the solidness of a wall, and she tried to bolt.
Reaching the wall, Deidre ignored the scrape of concrete against her hands and knees as she clambered on top.
She sensed a brick wall and hesitated, considering.
The man who opened the door pushed Jackson against the wall, holding him easily.
Leaning against the wall, she stared out into the storm.
He grabbed her hands and shoved her against the barn wall.
In a few minutes, a nurse came in and flipped a switch on the wall.
Jessi sagged against the wall.
A medallion of Homer hangs on the wall of my study, conveniently low, so that I can easily reach it and touch the beautiful, sad face with loving reverence.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
As the conversation began to assume a loftier and grander tone, we gradually shoved our chairs farther apart till they touched the wall in opposite corners, and then commonly there was not room enough.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal.
The mother smoothed the folds of her dyed silk dress before a large Venetian mirror in the wall, and in her trodden-down shoes briskly ascended the carpeted stairs.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
But within the Trinity Gateway he was so pressed to the wall by people who probably were unaware of the patriotic intentions with which he had come that in spite of all his determination he had to give in, and stop while carriages passed in, rumbling beneath the archway.
The walls were all on fire and the back wall had fallen in, the wooden roof was collapsing, and the rafters were alight.
Princess Mary's heart beat so violently at this news that she grew pale and leaned against the wall to keep from falling.
She lay on the sofa with her face to the wall, fingering the buttons of the leather cushion and seeing nothing but that cushion, and her confused thoughts were centered on one subject--the irrevocability of death and her own spiritual baseness, which she had not suspected, but which had shown itself during her father's illness.
Several soldiers gathered by the wall of the trench, looking out to see what was happening in front.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
Two men in peasant coats ran away at the foot of the wall, toward the Znamenka.
Sitting silent and motionless on a heap of straw against the wall, Pierre sometimes opened and sometimes closed his eyes.
Pierre stood pressed against the wall of a charred house, listening to that noise which mingled in his imagination with the roll of the drums.
Some fifteen men with merry shouts were shaking down the high wattle wall of a shed, the roof of which had already been removed.
Even the pictures on the wall were black and white photography in black frames.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
He flipped a switch to display an aerial of the country club on one wall and Dusty's condo on another.
A form loitering against one wall straightened as he started towards the stairs.
The slow motion world around them snapped into real time, throwing them against a wall.
An arc of lightning left her father's hand and slammed the stranger into the wall.
She stared at him, not sure what to say or think about finding a man chained to her basement wall.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
You didn't find a man chained to the wall?
He ducked a fist and maneuvered around a kick, snatching the intruder's body and shoving it into the wall.
He slammed his hand into the wall.
His power pushed her against the wall.
Her knife found the shoulder of one vamp before a kick slammed her against the wall.
She wiped her mouth again and flung the rag against the wall, chest heaving.
Damian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall around the trickling fountain at his back.
He went back to his small room and sat on the bed staring at the white wall in front of him.
She pushed herself away and leaned against a wall.
An image flashed, that of Damian chained to a wall.
Damian was chained to the wall so he could be force fed what looked like fruit punch.
Darkyn caught her easily and pushed her back in front of him, her back to the wall.
With an outstretched hand she touched the wall and managed to feel her way around the corner until she could see the weak glow of the near-extinguished light far ahead.
He circled the wall calendar and began to make a list.
Cynthia sat cross legged on the floor, her back to the wall.
Marking the damp wall with chalk proved difficult, but they were satisfied the arrows were legible.
When they approached the area known as The Drinking Cup, the road narrowed and barely clung to the rock wall, a breath-gulping overhang hundreds of feet above the river.
Dean felt the wall behind him for a light switch.
A corner table was overturned, a lamp smashed, and a bottle of vodka broken against the wall.
With one hand on the wall, he moved forward.
Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.
The verdant pines outside the fortress wall were beautiful, and she watched their long pine needles stir in an early morning breeze.
She pushed at the black wall again, wanting to remember.
She headed for the door in the wall that led from the gardens to the exterior of the compound.
They moved slowly to the bank on which she stood, bumped into the dirt wall and floated to nestle into piles at the bottom.
The movements seemed to start there, circle around the lake then drop, as if there was an invisible wall.
His gaze lingered on a picture of Deidre on one wall.
Darkyn motioned to the wall across the kitchen.
Gabriel glanced the way indicated, noticing the blood on the wall.
He lowered her feet and gently pushed her against the wall beside the door.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she walked close to the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
Nothing felt right, so she decided to tuck her hands behind her back and simply lean against the wall.
She pushed away from the wall, trying not to reveal her shame.
You were exquisitely beautiful - standing against that wall looking so innocent – not posed like so many women do who have half as much to show off.
She hung the picture back on the wall and turned toward the door.
She sat on the table in the exam room facing a line of backlit x-rays and cat scans on the wall.
She swallowed hard and gazed at the charts on the wall.
His gaze took in the new wall they'd installed after the last one was destroyed by his best friend, Rhyn.
Unnerved by the strange man, Deidre backed away until she bumped into the wall.
She yanked it open and gasped at the wall of man before her.
Deidre squared off against the waist high wall between her and her destiny.
One whole wall was lined with homemade brandy.
Deidre pushed herself against the wall.
His step slowed as he saw her leaning against the wall, gazing into the darkness.
Gabe tossed the brandy over the side of the fortress wall and caught her as she tried to escape.
She leaned against the wall, trembling visibly.
Darkyn gripped her neck, shoving her into the wall.
Seating herself on the bed, she stared at a wall for a long time before pulling herself out of the trance.
In front of the bed, a dark cave had opened in the middle of her room, swallowing the wall where the door had been.
Terrified she'd find him in the tub, nothing more than a pile of bones, she pushed herself away from the wall and focused hard on calling a portal.
It was like throwing herself against a wall.
Breathless, she managed to open the door on the second try and made it into the hallway before sagging against the wall.
Deidre emerged into the living room and turned around once completely, not expecting the views of the city from the bank of windows along one wall.
As if sensing Death was in the room, the string of lights fell away from the wall on one side.
He strode towards a dark wall of the in-between place.
One wall of his cell lit up suddenly.
Surprised, he crossed to the bars of his cell but found the whole wall disappeared when he touched it.
He sagged against the wall, exhausted.
Rhyn snorted and let his head drop back against the stone wall.
There were pictures on her mantle of the two of them together when he was younger, toys piled into a box near her couch, a school lunch menu and more pictures -- these apparently from past Halloweens --on the bulletin board on one wall of the kitchen.
She heard herself scrape against the wall as she fell and was out before she hit the floor.
She ground her teeth, on the verge of throwing her cup at the wall before her.
He squatted beside her, wrapping her arm in a clean white towel before he rose and strode to the desk along the far wall.
He jabbed his thumb toward the wall behind him, where she made out the slender nickel doorknob in the space between two shelves of ancient books.
His multimillionaire father's picture was on the wall, and he owned two dozen restaurants in the Annapolis area, including this one.
The door groaned but didn't give, though the wall on one side crumbled enough to leave a large opening.
She squeezed through the hole in the wall to find there wasn't enough of the floor left to walk on let alone make it to the door across the apartment.
She wiped the glass shards from the ledge and carefully stepped out, standing against the outside wall.
She stepped inside, sagged against the wall, and lifted one bloodied foot.
She shoved herself away from the wall and staggered down the hall.
She clung to the wall, at a loss as to what to do.
Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.
The cell wall buckled and bent.
He slapped the wall of his cell, cursing Death again for not freeing him.
He retreated to his cell and sat against the wall again, troubled by a familiar feeling of helplessness.
He pulled her away from the wall and backhanded her hard enough for her to feel nauseous.
She trailed, groping around the wall nearest the door until she found a light switch.
He flung her on the bed, and she launched up, meeting a wall of pure male.
He motioned toward a hole in the wall, and he and Jade and Ileana trailed her out of the destroyed building.
Keeping along the long wall, she inched her way upward, sticking to the shadows.
His command was weak, yet the air around her stiffened until she hit an invisible wall.
The hallway led into an open area with one car in the large parking lot and a medieval stone wall and turrets surrounding the entire hacienda.
Stairs traced the inside of the thick wall, and she walked up them.
She leaned against a wall, overlooking a stretch of rocky terrain punctuated with patches of yellow-green grass.
The woman led her straight into a small cafeteria with rustic tables and benches, an open fireplace, and a sagging buffet table along one wall.
She made her way to the wall, needing to feel the cool ocean breeze.
Rhyn was gone, and she leaned against the wall.
A hand took her brandy and flung it and the glass over the wall.
He said nothing and mirrored her position, leaning against the wall in what she knew was irritated mockery.
Instead, she slumped against the wall, defeated by alcohol and impotent rage.
He snatched her upper arms and pushed her against the wall, his body close enough for their chests to brush when either breathed in.
He leaned his elbows on the wall with a wave at Rhyn.
She leaned against the wall, eyeing the distance from her position to the rock on which Rhyn sat.
He didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice; his gaze was trained on a woman clad only in a towel and trailed by steam, emerging from a door along one wall.
He looked her up and down in approval from his position leaning against the wall nearby.
He pressed her against the wall, moving against her slowly while intensifying the kiss.
Before she could blink, he snatched her and shoved her against the wall, pinning her to it with his body.
She rested her cheek against the cool stone wall.
She tried to pull away, but he pressed her harder against the wall until she could barely breathe.
She cried out and arched, blinded by pain as he held her against the wall.
She sagged against the wall and gripped her bleeding neck.
Kris lit another torch to display a darkened case on the wall.
Rhyn watched him go, wondering just what his brother was planning, and how he.d figure it out before Katie was hung on the wall next to his mother.
He threw her against the wall, blinded by pain and rage.
She hit the wall hard and landed on the ground, unconscious.
Rhyn tossed the demon against the wall with enough power to break its back.
Gabriel.s small cottage was lit by a single candle that cast light on a collection of weapons along one wall and a few books on a bookshelf on another.
She went to the unoccupied fireplace and sat with her back to the wall, afraid of any Immortal who felt her draw enough to approach.
He looked back to see Ully leaning against the wall to fix his shoes.
Darkyn said and struck him hard enough to knock his breath out as he slammed into the wall.
They emerged in a small conference room with one wall made of windows.
Sensing the level of tension in the room, Rhyn didn.t sit but leaned with his back against the wall, ready to launch across the table at whoever snapped first.
Rhyn pushed himself away from the wall.
Katie gasped and flattened herself against the wall as they soared past them.
A blow sent him smashing into a wall, and he morphed instantly, diving at the demons chasing his brothers as they retreated through the burnt doorway of Kris.s chambers to search for weapons.
He explored the crypt, gaze going to the display of his mother on one wall.
Though there was a wall of Immortals between her and the forest, she felt the demon watching her, waiting for its opening, now that she was no longer protected.
Kris caught him and shoved him back into the wall with his forearm across Rhyn.s throat.
He shoved her against the wall, and she hunkered down.
The outer wall of the Sanctuary appeared over a rise.
Even with the door closed, Jade.s madness and the sounds of his body thrashing against the wall were audible in the small courtyard.
The bookshelf was empty and weapons lined the opposite wall.
Gabriel rose and began pulling weapons from the wall and planting them on his body.
Her latest painting-- another seaside depiction of Fisherman's Wharf-- leaned against one wall, ready to be delivered to Kevin's shop.
She leaned against the wall, pensive.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
If she became turned around, all she needed to do was touch the wall and tell it where she wanted to go, and the glimmers would guide her there.
She stepped into the hallway, unwilling to await a purposely slower-moving Romas, and touched the wall.
Glimmers lit up along one wall, guiding her through the maze of the ship.
It was safer for her to imagine someone sitting just behind her wall weaving clothing and sending it to her or anyone else as they requested.
She closed her eyes as she stepped into and through the wall and opened them after two steps.
A waist-high bathtub and a round disc serving as an alien toilet, also waist-high, were on one wall.
If she asked, a mirror would appear on the opposite wall.
She exited and touched the wall of one corridor.
A trickle of lights lit up on the wall to her right.
Evelyn was the queen of handling crowds, but Kiera could think of nothing more than ducking into a safe corner and staying there with her back to the wall.
He expected the news and turned away from the wall displaying his woman to the wall displaying his battle plans.
He tensed and straightened, then backed her into the wall.
She gazed up at him with angry eyes, and he stepped forward until her lush little body was pinned by his to the wall.
The conference room behind it was large and open, its ceiling cathedral and one wall twice the height of the others.
Unlike the cheerful white walls of the house, the tall wall was the unwelcome shade of dark grey that she'd begun to despise after days in the spaceships surrounded by it.
There were rows of grey chairs and several white benches in the rear, a handful of tables next to yawning windows, and a wall of what looked like constellation maps.
The grey wall slid away to display an escape pod, large enough for one person standing.
There was enough room for her to raise her arms but not sit, and she leaned against the uncomfortable wall, gazing at the world spinning outside her pod.
Shaken, she leaned against the nearest wall and sank into a sit, disgusted to see there was blood on her clothing.
She sat on the edge of the fountain and looked up at the glyphs on the wall.
She leaned the broom against the wall, unhappy to see the creature but feeling bad for it.
The Qatwali warriors had looked her over in full light, as if to ensure she was no threat, then dismissed her with a look that said she ranked lower than the tarantula cat clinging to one wall.
Nervous, uneasy, she made her way down the wall toward the Council members, who held court with themselves.
She leaned against the wall and drew a deep breath, praying A'Ran trusted this Council member for a reason.
There wasn't just one battle planner but dozens, with every wall featuring viewers.
The Ouray skating rink was located on the north side of town, snuggled beneath the shade of a canyon wall to the east.
In addition to its small size, it shared a common wall to the Dean's quarters, infringing on their privacy.
She gestured toward the leather sofa against the office wall.
The teeth enable the climber to scale a vertical wall by holding to the ice while pulling yourself upward.
Being able to scale a sheer wall of rock and ice while lugging this junk requires some advance planning.
I've been on climbs in all kinds of weather, some all day, rappelling down at dusk, nearly in the dark, with wind and snow trying to blow me off the wall.
As the group approached the area, climbers could be seen, bright colored flies tacked on a wall of ice.
The rope was taut with his evil weight and she could hear his movements as he carefully climbed down the sheer wall to his ice-bound lair below.
He turned toward the wall and, after what seemed like minutes, heard the bedroom door close.
He swung his ice ax into the wall in front of him, dug in the toes of his crampons and began to ascend toward Dean.
Fred asked, his patience hitting the wall.
He pulled the chair out to offer her, and in doing so sent it airborne, into the opposite wall, where it splintered into pieces and cracked the plaster.
The two stood staring at the wall, shocked.
Jackson stopped and gently pushed her against the brick wall they were walking by.
Jackson flung him against the wall like a rag doll.
Let's go get my landscape off the wall.
There were shelves running across every wall from floor to eye level.
I'll put it on the far wall so you see it when you first walk in.
She carefully removed it from the wall; she couldn't let him wake to this.
Jackson lingered in the shower; bracing his hands on the wall, letting the water run on the back of his neck.
With that, she launched Cassandra at Victor so forcefully he fell back into the wall.
He pulled a chair out and sent it flying across the room through a wall.
Carmen left Alex with the doe and ducked into the dairy, returning with a scoop of alfalfa pellets she distributed in the long narrow feed trough along the wall.
As Carmen glanced around the coop for something to use as a weapon, one of the chickens ricocheted off the wall and hit her head.
And propped against the wall, breathing softly in sleep, was Alex.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall.
It shot off the counter, hitting the block wall and bouncing off to roll across the floor and stop at Carmen's feet.
He kicked off his boots and sat down beside her, leaning back against the wall.
Gerald leaned against the office wall with one shoulder, watching him absently.
All my charm and diplomacy is hitting a brick wall.
Her eyes strayed to the wall kept behind translucent, titanium-reinforced glass.
Arnie knew the importance of the buttons and keypads behind that glass, but the wall looked secured.
The first gate consisted of a few dozen men better armed than his team atop a thick steel wall with an iron core.
She strode to the wall again, quelling the urge to open it.
His gaze drifted to the wall of glass.
She rose and crossed to the keypad wall again.
Lana leaned her elbows on her knees, staring hard at the wall.
A charred hole still smoked in the compound's wall.
The laser markings matched similar damage seen on the eastern wall, which they found when they circled the compound.
She snatched it and swept past him, popping it open as she neared a wall covered in a titanium glass screen.
Brady watched Angel carefully place the keypad into a wall with several others, then secure them behind a thick shield of titanium glass.
Lana's head buzzed, and she staggered, leaning against a wall.
The large soldier made her feel tiny hunched next to the wall.
In the past forty-eight hours, there had been fifty perimeter breaches, all from the west wall.
Lana checked the general's location, not surprised to find him at the west wall.
He used his body to back her against the wall.
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.
They stopped at a rock wall.
She wrapped her arms around a pillow that smelled like him and stared at the wall, distraught by the feelings of both anger and need for the complicated man.
Brady motioned her towards the door and hung back, pressing his thumb to a keypad on the wall.
She slung the markers designating her as the Undersecretary's assistant against the wall then crushed them with the heel of her boot.
Lana asked, touching one metal wall.
He pointed to the wall far enough behind him to prevent her from butting in.
Frowning, Rhyn pulled a dagger from the wall and tucked it into his belt. He'd never tried tracking anyone through the Immortal underworld before; if Gabriel didn't want to be found, Rhyn wasn't going to find him in the death-dealer's backyard. Sweat dripped down his face in the still air of the cottage.
Toby huddled against the black stone wall of his cell in Hell.
Kiki was chained to the wall while Rhyn was sprawled on the floor of the small room.
As Toby watched, Ully stuck his hand out of the cell and placed it on the wall.
The convent members who managed the Sanctuary had replaced the wall Rhyn knocked down with a row of brown tents that matched their dresses. Rhyn eased between two of them, aware of Kiki's fading pulse. He set his brother down on the ground and looked around wildly, hoping they hadn't sent Katie's Ancient Healer, Lankha, home to the underworld.
A bookcase containing a dozen baseball trophies highlighted the far wall of the small room.
He's usually very predictable but he surprises everyone once in a while with something totally off the wall.
I'd have blown my brains all over the wall months ago if I didn't have him to give me a hard time.
All he needed was a nice brick wall to halt the nagging speculation Byrne might have skipped—like a body or something equally definitive.
Maybe Scranton would provide the brick wall he was looking for and end this silly speculation.
Finally, there was a nice, solid brick wall ending speculation on this matter.
Fred looked at the wall calendar.
Scrawled across the wall in magic marker was his two-word epitaph, Why not?
There were three tables between the bar and the four booths that lined the far wall.
He sent the son-of-a-bitch flying against the wall with a startled yelp.
The assailant shoved Dean backwards, sitting him down hard on the concrete sidewalk as his head whacked the wall.
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.
He leaned against the wall with one shoulder and gazed down at her.
She tossed the broom aside and felt vindicated when it bounced off the wall.
In the hallway they knelt close to the wall and he sheltered her in his arms.
He lifted her gently and stepped forward, setting her down again with her back against the wall.
When his fingers laced through hers and his palms pressed her hands against the wall next to her face, his kisses became ardent.
The wall at her back gave her support to press closer to him, and when he freed one hand, she used it to grasp his neck and pull his lips down harder on her own.
She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.
Sitting down with his back to the wall, he motioned for her to sit with her back against his chest.
The barn door groaned as it swung shut, exposing the figure leaning against the wall.
He moved away from the wall and started toward her.
Leaning back against the wall, her hands behind her back, she contemplated the words she needed to say.
He hung the brush on the wall and turned Ed toward his stall.
He lifted a harness from the wall and strode over to Ed.
He leaned back against the wall and gazed down at her thoughtfully.
He leaned back against the wall and smiled down at her, the dark eyes shedding their doubt.
She leaned back against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest.
Straightening from the wall, he reached out a hand to her.
She stared at a flower pattern on the wall.
She took the currycomb from the wall and began grooming Princess.
His head throbbed and his body ached, as if he'd flung himself against the rocky wall.
The wall dividing the orchard from the city was the first thing she didn't remember.
Jenn climbed a tree close to the wall then leapt onto the top of the thick, marble wall.
What peace she'd found in the familiar orchard fled as she looked at the charred, crumbling ruins of the once great city that lay beyond the wall.
She vaulted over a low stone wall, landing with a crunch in the dead grass on the other side.
The park was over a mile on each side, hedged by a wall.
Scaling the wall once again, she dropped to her feet and was still for a long moment, using her senses to see if anyone was there.
She glanced at the clock on the wall behind him.
Darian straightened from his position slouching against the wall.
Only there was now a wall at one end, he noted.
He thought he glimpsed a marble wall and hesitated, peppered by memories and magic.
He made his way through the orchard and over the wall at the other end, stunned by the mess that had been the immortals' imperial city.
Darian ran to the wall of the orchard and vaulted over.
She flung a knife against the wall in anger then strode out of the Black God's chamber to the ground floor.
The wind howled as she settled against the far wall to wait out the storm.
Darian's magic threw him against the wall.
Sofi appeared relaxed in the cell, her head resting against the wall and her brilliant eyes focused on Jenn.
Bianca retreated to the far wall where Sofi stood.
Jenn rolled, ran into the wall, and cried out as he split her back.
Jenn gasped, dismayed, as the wall around the orchard came into view.
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.
Darian snatched it by the neck and slammed it against the wall.
The men on the wall lowered their weapons at her shout, and the remaining pursuer tackled her.
He dug into the hard earth with his fingertips and sagged against one wall, panting.
Beyond the iron wall sliding away was a small portcullis, which stood between him and a small stone chamber with ensconced torches.
If you try to escape, a dozen guards will cut you down before you reach the city wall.
She stepped away until the wall was at her back.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of white tents were neatly aligned outside the wall.
Lines of tents were tucked between the outer wall of the city and the edge of the cliff.
Taran glanced warily toward him as he led the horse toward stables nestled along one wall of the stone fortress.
Taran leaned against the wall opposite the closed door, pensive.
His eyes lingered on her before he moved toward the largest of the maps on the wall before him.
Sirian spoke to a flustered man near one wall.
There were several hundred men and women in the makeshift arena, with the king's party of advisors and servants sitting within the ring against one wall.
She slammed the door to the bathing chamber, flinching at the sounds of a loud curse and the clatter of a table smashing into the stone wall.
He's started his attack on the southern wall.
He reached the guard-packed wall and ducked beside a building as a flurry of arrows broke loose into the kingdom.
He pressed as far into the ranks as he could and caught the last order issued by the wall commander before the group separated.
We go to the southern wall!
They joined a larger group shifting from the eastern to the southern wall.
There was no trail indicating the extent of Sirian's betrayal, no one to reveal his plans but him and the small army holed up near the northern wall.
Driven by the urgency to fight in any way she could, she pushed herself away from the wall and walked in search of Hilden.
He's on the wall fighting Memon's men.
The eastern wall is buffered by the meadow.
And I'm going to the southern wall.
Her eyes sought the wall commander without finding him.
Tell him the southern wall needs more men!" she ordered the guard to her left before shouting at the man on her right, "Find the wall's warlord!"
Two roads from the wall, she saw where the wounded and dead were being kept.
She moved forward once again down an alley leading directly to the open area before the wall.
The wall warlord had set up a small table in the mouth of an alley between two buildings and was surrounded by several men.
Messengers darted between his group and the warriors at the wall.
Taran shot her an angry look and pushed her past him, pinning her still against the wall with one arm.
He stayed near the mouth of the alley, pressed against the wall but dark eyes scouring the area around.
Taran spent the night on the wall, fighting with the men who had treated him like a brother for a kingdom he wanted but would never have.
By dawn, the intruders were driven beyond the breached wall, and stonecutters and woodworkers summoned to begin repairing the wall behind the ongoing battle.
She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall.
Today, I was asked by the steward how many men fought on the eastern wall, and I could not tell him.
The city changed as she wandered the zigzag roads toward its center until she came upon an inner wall - -now open - -leading to stone structures gleaming with gold and silver artwork.
The attack on the eastern wall is this evening; we can't hold the city.
With most of the men securing the southern wall, they couldn't hold the eastern wall, too.
She backpedaled until the wall stopped her.
I cannot speak, but I would tell him the evil I've done for the beast, and then ask him if he thought the curse was worth a wall we might have built ourselves!
The wooden covers broke against the wall.
The iron wall was open in front of Sirian's cell.
The warlord's former advisor leaned against the wall as if expecting him.
He stepped into the shade of the wall, proud and confident.
Taran lowered the bow, ignoring the stunned look on the faces of the wall guards on either side of him.
Cursing, he went to the wall overlooking the meadow and spotted Vara atop his horse, awaiting his signal at the edge of the forest.
The southern wall is still too weak.
A black flash of magic flew from him to Sirian, and the silver-haired man smashed into the back wall.
Vara snatched a horse and raced through a doorway in the eastern wall toward the glowing forest.
Vara met him as he left the top of the wall.
Taran held his gaze, and Vara nodded in deference before wheeling the horse toward the northern wall.
She picked up a book to read to them and rested her back against the wall.
Picking up his coffee cup, he finally settled back against the wall.
She sighed and leaned back against the wall.
She sighed again and leaned back against the wall, gazing out the window at the old renovated house.
Large rocks had been stacked, forming an outside wall that made a room under an overhanging cliff.
He lay on his side against the wall and didn't move when she kneeled beside him.
A big clock on the wall behind him indicated it was almost nine.
He gazed absently at the wall for a few minutes.
She forked some hay to Princes and leaned the pitchfork against the wall near the door.
She leaned the pitchfork against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
It bounced off the wall and hit the floor, parts flying off as it slid across the hardwood floor.
Natalie stood at the end of the hall, half hidden behind the wall, her eyes large and imploring.
A fireplace with a native stone hearth occupied most of one wall.
The lady led her to a corner where two brooms hung on the wall.
Clara pointed to a phone on the wall.
A wall cloud, I think.
What's a wall cloud?
In the dark room, she felt the wall for the switch.
Her tone could have cut through a six-foot thick lead wall.
Denton's head jerked back and hit the wall with a sharp crack.
I was trying to straighten that picture on the wall.
The one-room shack was neat, with pallets on one side, a fire at its center, a small area to prepare food and crates lining one wall that acted both as storage and seating.
Jessi recognized the wall the teen girl threw up.
The wall opposite her was all windows, with a beach on the other side.
Bored after another tour around, she returned to the office to examine the books lining one wall.
The photographer's assistant yelped suddenly, and she turned her head, needing the distraction from the infuriating wall of pure male lying on top of her.
Jesse leaned against the wall.
Xander was everywhere, from posters on the wall, stacks of books he'd allegedly written, even a red carpet entrance flanked by adoring female fans and photographers.
She was pushed into the wall.
She tested the grip of the guy who held her pinned to the wall.
The knife at her neck lifted, and she was flung away from him, pushed into the wall.
She stared at the wall across from her, angry and frustrated.
While it was huge and red from the outside, the inside resembled a boxing gym with several rings, training equipment and a wall of mirrors.
The entire wall facing the ocean was lowered, and people spilled from the mansion onto the extensive balcony.
He laughed as one zapped him, sending him smashing into one wall.
The fourth, he slammed into the wall with enough force that the creature's head cracked.
Posters of teen pop stars populated her cousin's wall.
She stood in the center of what looked like a ski lodge with one massive wall of windows overlooking the mountains.
A door in one wall was open to reveal the white porcelain sink of a bathroom, and the wall opposite the TV held a kitchenette.
Visually exploring the interior of the stone cellar, she was unable to find any sign of windows in the wall.
After inching her way through the dark, her trembling hands reached a rough, stone wall.
The wall met another, and she quickened her step, scouring the area above her for some sign of a window.
A few steps down the second wall, the stone turned to wood.
She smelled the ocean on the air and was surprised to see the strange stone cottage perched in the middle of a field hedged by a stone wall.
No one chased her, and she stopped to hide in the shadows of the stone wall at the end of the drive to catch her breath.
Vacuolated tissue of pharyngeal wall, the so-called " pleurochords " of Masterman.
This investigator held that the decomposition of the sugar molecules takes place outside the cell wall.
There is a story that he constructed a burning mirror which set the Roman ships on fire when they were within a bowshot of the wall.
The height of the walls in the various observatories, the height of the collectors, and the distance they project from the wall vary largely, and sometimes electrometer, and they sometimes leave hardly a trace on the photographic paper.
The old method of growing mushrooms in ridges out of doors, or on prepared beds either level or sloping from a back wall in sheds or cellars, may generally be adopted with success.
In English churches these stairs generally run up in a small turret in the wall at the west end of the chancel; often this also leads out on to the roof.
The " roods " themselves were not The simplest form is the " flat roof " consisting of horizontal wood joists laid from wall to wall as in floor construction.
They seem to have stood in the intercolumniations half-way up the outside wall and to have supported the epistyle.
On the east and west the ravines already mentioned afforded, in the main, a sufficient protection, so that a massive wall was unnecessary, while near the south-eastern angle a breastwork was formed by the excavation of the natural rock, 2 which in later times was honeycombed with tombs.
Just outside the south wall is a Roman necropolis, with massive tombs in masonry, and a Christian catacomb, and a little farther south a tomb in two stories, a mixture of Doric and Ionic architecture, belonging probably to the 2nd century B.C., though groundlessly called Dimensions in English feet.
The architrave is flat, and there is a space over it, serving both to admit light and to relieve the pressure on it from above, and the size decreases slightly from the bottom to the top. Within the doorway is, as a rule, a niche on the right, and a staircase ascending in the thickness of the wall to the left; in front is another similar doorway leading to the chamber in the interior, which is circular, and about 15 ft.
This wall is in places over 30 ft.
The most carefully executed part is on the south and south-east, where the wall is decorated by a row of granite monoliths beneath which runs a double line of chevron ornament.
The floor of the enclosure is constituted as in the other Zimbabwe buildings by a thick bed of cement which extends even outside the main wall.
The whole is still enclosed by the Byzantine walls, which follow the line of the cliffs and are carried along the sea-face; and the upper part of the level, which is separated from the lower by an inner cross wall, forms the castle; while at the highest point, where a sort of neck is formed between the two valleys, is the keep which crowns the whole.
A little south of Samarra are found remains of the Median Wall, which stretched south-west towards the Euphrates near Sahlawych, marking the edge of the Babylonian alluvial plain.
The remains of the amphitheatre are scanty; many of its stones have gone to build the city wall, which must, therefore, at the earliest belong to the end of the classical period.
He leapt from the wall with only three companions into the hostile town, and, before the army behind him could effect an entrance, lay wounded almost to death.'
His attempt was at first unsuccessful; [[North Terrace Wall]] ?
The Kalmucks and Circassians of the Kuban attacked it repeatedly in the r 7th century, so that it had to be fortified by a strong earthen and palisaded wall, traces of which are still visible.
David surrounded the royal city with a wall and built a citadel, probably on the site of the Jebusite fort of Zion, while Joab fortified the western town.
Solomon greatly strengthened the fortifications of Jerusalem, and was probably the builder of the line of defence, called by Josephus the first or old wall, which united the cities on the eastern and western hills.
We have no information regarding Jerusalem during the period of the captivity, but fortunately Nehemiah, who was permitted to return and rebuild the defences about 445 B.C., has given a fairly clear description of the line of the wall which enables us to obtain a good idea of the extent of the city at this period.
He then allotted the reconstruction of wall and gates to different parties of workmen, and his narrative describes the portion of wall upon which each of these was employed.'
North of the Temple enclosure there was a gate, known as the Sheep Gate, which must have opened into the third valley mentioned above, and stood somewhere near what is now the north side of the Haram enclosure, but considerably south of the present north wall of the latter.
To the west of the Sheep Gate there were two important towers in the wall, called respectively Meah and Hananeel.
At or near the tower Hananeel the wall turned south along the east side of the Tyropoeon valley, and then again westward, crossing the valley at a point probably near the remarkable construction known as Wilson's arch.
Westward of this gate the wall followed the south side of the valley which joined the Tyropoeon from the west as far as the north-western corner of the city at the site of the present Jaffa Gate and the socalled tower of David.
From the Valley Gate the wall took an easterly course for a distance of woo cubits to the Dung Gate, near which on the east was the Fountain Gate, not far from the lower pool of Siloam.
At some period between the time of the Maccabees and of Herod, a second or outer wall had been built outside and north of the first wall, but it is not possible to fix an accurate date to this line of defence, as the references to it in Josephus are obscure.
Herod Agrippa, who succeeded to the kingdom, built a third or outer wall on the north side of Jerusalem in order to enclose and defend the buildings which had gradually been constructed outside the old fortifications.
The exact line of this third wall is not known with certainty, but it probably followed approximately the same line as the existing north wall of Jerusalem.
The wall of Herod Agrippa was planned on a grand scale, but its execution was stopped by the Romans, so that it was not completed at the time of the siege of Jerusalem by Titus.
He explains clearly how Titus, beginning his attack from the north, captured the third or outer wall, then the second wall,'` and finally the fortress of Antonia, the Temple, and the upper city.
The exact size of the city is not known, but it probably extended as far as the present north wall of Jerusalem and included the northern part of the western hill.
N.N.E., on the opposite side of the Pulwar, rises a perpendicular wall of rock, in which four similar tombs are cut, at a considerable height from the bottom of the valley.
Its most important feature is a large stucco bas-relief, occupying a central position on the back wall of the sanctuary.
The sacred tablet on the back wall of the sanctuary is carved in low relief in limestone, and consists of two figures, apparently a priest and his assistant making offerings.
They had apparently been used as the foundation of a portion of the city wall, reconstructed in A.D.
The most extensive ruins are a group of royal buildings enclosed in a wall.
This they employed in constructing a strong wall around their city, a defence which stood them in good stead when Ionia was attacked by Cyrus in 546.
During his reign the coasts of Gaul were harassed by the Saxon pirates, with whom the Picts and Scots of northern Britain joined hands, and ravaged the island from the wall of Antoninus to the shores of Kent.
A strong wall and bastions, with a broad moat and outworks, and forts on the surrounding heights, give the city an appearance of great strength.
The front or cover of the case is a similar button of hard polished carbon D, also slightly smaller in diameter than the cylindrical wall of the box.
The capsule has a double wall,.
The outer wall of the capsule is incomplete at one pole, leaving an aperture through which the thread is discharged.
The otocysts are placed on the outer wall of the Sub _ _ _ '`Si.
The sub-umbral cavity (s.c.) functions as a brood-space for the developing embryos, which are set free by rupture of the wall.
In the wall of the sack is a double layer of endoderm, the space between which is a continuation of the coelenteron.
At first the Treveri resisted the appeal of Civilis and his Batavi to join the revolt, and built a defensive wall from Trier to Andernach, but soon after the two Treverans, Tutor and Classicus, led their fellow tribesmen, aided by the Lingones (Langres), in the attempt to set up a "Gallic empire."
The wall between them is perforated, giving passage to coarse strands of protoplasm.
I, End of hydroid of the thalloid Liverwort Blyttia, showing the thick lignified wall penetrated by simple pits.
In such cases the characters of the adult tissue clearly depend solely upon the characters of the cell-walls, and it is usual in plant-anatomy to speak of the wall with its enclosed cavity as the cell, and the contained protoplasm or other substances, if present, as cell-contents.
The common wall separating the pits of the two adjoining cells is pierced by strands of protoplasm.
The whole structure, consisting of the two pits and the wall between is known as a genetic pit.
The end wall is usually very thin, and the protoplasm on artificial contraction commonly sticks to it just as in a sieve-tube, though no perforation of the wall has been found.
When, in place of a number of such cells called tracheids, we have a continuous tube with the same kind of wall thickening, but composed of a number of cells whose cross walls have disappeared, the resulting structure is called a vessel.
During the process the thin walls are stretched and the turns of the spiral become pulled apart without rupturing the wall of the tracheid or vessel, If the pitted type of tracheal element were similarly stretched its continuously thickened walls would resist the stretching and eventually break.
Apical cell, p. Wall marking limit between the plerome k, initial segment of root-cap. P and the pleriblem Pb.
Outermost layer of root-cap. c. Wall marking the inner limit of the outer cortex.
These fibre-tracheids are easily confused on superficial view with the true wood-fibres belonging to the parenchymatous system; but their pits are always bordered, though in the extreme type they are reduced to mere slits in the wall.
These vary considerably in completeness with its age; in its younger parts the outer cells wall undergoes the change known as cuticularization, the material being changed both in chemical composition and in physical properties.
The wall of the tube is very thin and delicate, and does not seem to be composed of cellulose or any modification of it.
This is evident from the consideration that the growth of the cells is attended by the growth in surface of the cell wall, and as the latter is a secretion from the protoplasm, such a decomposition cannot readily take place unless oxygen is admitted to it.
There is set up at once a certain hydrostatic pressure, due to the turgidity which ensues upon such absorption, and the extensible cell wall stretches, at first in all directions.
The stretching of the cell wall by the hydrostatic pressure is fixed by a secretion of new particles and their deposition upon the original wall, which as it becomes slightly thicker is capable of still greater extension, much in the same way as a thick band of indiarubber is capable of undergoing greater stretching than a thin one.
The increase in surface of the cell wall is thus duefirstly to the stretching caused by turgidity, and secondly to the formation and deposition of new substance upon the old.
When the limit of extensibility is reached the cell wall increases in thickness from the continuation of the latter of the two processes.
In other forms such as Elodea, Nitella, Chara, &c., where the cytoplasm is mainly restricted to the periphery of the sap vacuole and lining the cell wall, the streaming movement is exhibited in one direction only.
In the Thallophytes the cytoplasm may be segmented by constriction, due to the in-growth of a new cell wall from the old one, as in Spirogyra and Cladophora, or by the formation of cleavage furrows in which the new cell-wall is secreted, as occurs in the formation of the spores in many Algae and Fungi.
Organs which respond to the mechanical stimulus of contact are found to possess special contrivances in certain of their cells(I) sensitive spots, consisting of places here and there on the epidermal cells where the wall is thin and in close contact with protoplasmic projections.
According to Lecointe, the young wall consists partly of cellulose and partly of a substance which is not cellulose, the latter existing in the form of slight depressions, which mark the position of the future pores.
Dorsolaterally the basisphenoid is joined by the alisphenoid, which forms most of the posterior wall of the orbit.
The apex of the cochlea is turned towards, and almost reaches the anterior wall of the occipital condyle; at most it makes but half a twist or turn; it possesses both Reissner's membrane and the organ of Corti.
The olfactory perceptive membrane is restricted to the posterior innermost region of the nasal chamber, where it covers a slight bulging-out prominence on the nasal wall.