Where Sentence Examples
Was that where his father got all that money?
I'll show you where you can sleep.
Where did you plan to sleep tonight?
Where were they, anyway?
I also have an offer to work at the law office where I worked last summer.
That's where my part came from.
Where do you carry your gold?
Where are you going?
He took the children far away to a green valley where his flocks were feeding.
That device can track where you are at any time.
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You know where the fountain is?
Where does all the rain water go?
Where is this house?
Where do you want to go?
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He had no paper, but he knew where there was a smooth board.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.
Eventually we reach the point where the technology does everything we need it to do.
Where are we going?
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Another favourite haunt of mine was the orchard, where the fruit ripened early in July.
They finally reached the creek, where Giddon stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms.
Where everyone can live up to his or her maximum potential.
So he went to the other hotel, where he found the vice president sitting with some friends in the parlor.
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Where are the others?
You can see where this is headed.
It is the same as if all these traps were buckled to a man's belt, and he could not move over the rough country where our lines are cast without dragging them--dragging his trap.
It is life near the bone where it is sweetest.
Where'd you find that?
This is where I visited.
So it was decided that the boy should go to some school where he might be prepared for college.
At one end of the room there was a big fireplace, where the mother did the cooking.
But would they know where to look?
Where had they been?
Who cares where they're from?
Frequently he would leave his dinner in the bushes, when his dog had caught a woodchuck by the way, and go back a mile and a half to dress it and leave it in the cellar of the house where he boarded, after deliberating first for half an hour whether he could not sink it in the pond safely till nightfall--loving to dwell long upon these themes.
I formerly saw the raccoon in the woods behind where my house is built, and probably still heard their whinnering at night.
The bar's atmosphere is modern and mystic-like where it seems like anything is possible.
Where would I get the money to pay him?
Where can I find you, my next little friend?
Where are you even working?
He snatched Jake as a knife sliced through the air where the newbie appeared.
Damian didn't care; Sofia liked Pierre, and he had a feeling Pierre's blunt dose of reality was soothing to her in a world where nothing else made sense.
He took Damian outside to the rock where he and kiri had watched the stars once long ago and set him down.
They ran to the next nearest group of rocks, where a handful of four-by-fours waited.
He showed her a picture of where he'd taken Damian.
Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.
She was reminded of a scene from a movie, where an army mobilized for war.
He watched her until verifying where she went before returning to the game.
She hesitated, torn between screaming for Dustin and staying where she was.
Deidre's hand went to her neck, where Darkyn had placed a slender collar.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
You will know before the week is out where you belong.
Bucknell was in Pennsylvania, and Ryder College, where Jen attended, in New Jersey.
I like staying in a house, or a bed and breakfast—places where you meet people.
When he was finished, the quiet continued to the point where he wondered if she were still on the line.
By the time he neared the woman, she'd crossed the intersection where the water fight would be held later, and was passing the bank in the heart of town.
First, it will consider all your friends, people with whom you have actual intimate relationships, and it will look at where they go for Italian food.
Most cases aren't like our jelly bean example where each person had the items the other person wanted.
A competing company decides to make an up-front investment and build a new factory in a distant land, high in the mountains where residents who choose to live there have less economic opportunity.
In parts of the world where these three ingredients exist, we have seen prosperity rise.
Where I come from the term is "thievery," but believe it or not, they don't call it that.
You could have the libertarian state, the green state, the clothing-optional state, the state with free public housing for all, the state where puns are outlawed, the state with a two-drink minimum, the fiercely pro-business state—even a state that guarantees free speech but requires that you sing your speech like a show tune.
The reception-room where we sat served for a stage.
When she felt a bas-relief of dancing girls she asked, "Where are the singers?"
My first question was, "Where is Helen?"
Helen evidently knew where she was as soon as she touched the boxwood hedges, and made many signs which I did not understand.
We almost live in the garden, where everything is growing and blooming and glowing.
If I say, "Where is baby's other ear?" she points it out correctly.
I inquired of her where she had read this; she did not remember having read it, did not seem to know that she had learned it.
Here again, I am unable to state where she acquired these expressions.
The Fitchburg Railroad touches the pond about a hundred rods south of where I dwell.
A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.
These take place only in communities where some have got more than is sufficient while others have not enough.
This is particularly distinct to one standing on the middle of the pond in winter, just after a light snow has fallen, appearing as a clear undulating white line, unobscured by weeds and twigs, and very obvious a quarter of a mile off in many places where in summer it is hardly distinguishable close at hand.
You may see from a boat, in calm weather, near the sandy eastern shore, where the water is eight or ten feet deep, and also in some other parts of the pond, some circular heaps half a dozen feet in diameter by a foot in height, consisting of small stones less than a hen's egg in size, where all around is bare sand.
I see where the breeze dashes across it by the streaks or flakes of light.
As near as he could remember, it stood twelve or fifteen rods from the shore, where the water was thirty or forty feet deep.
Several pretty large logs may still be seen lying on the bottom, where, owing to the undulation of the surface, they look like huge water snakes in motion.
They carry these at the store where we always shop.
Where is this romance going?
I have no idea where they are.
He kept notes on when they visited town and where they went.
Sofi wasn't surprised to learn he was an Original Being and had known where to find this creature.
He didn't know where the word came from or what it meant.
They reached a second foyer where the man in the trench stood next to a caramel-colored man covered in blood.
Why had he sent her, and where the hell was he?
In truth, it was the one place in the house where she felt safe and comfortable when she wasn't with Damian.
She rose and dusted off her legs from where she'd knelt.
She pocketed her list and trailed him to the area just beyond the patio, where the scent of hot dogs and s'mores greeted her long before she reached the small group circled around a bonfire.
He walked without knowing exactly where he went.
Pierre, where are you from anyway?
Where are you from, Jule, so I can get you ethnically stereotypical food?
He went to the library, where he knew she'd be hiding out.
She went to the key locker and chose one of Damian's sports cars, her instincts urging her to go somewhere, though she didn't know where.
You know where Rainy is?
Where'd they take him?
The staging area was where the vamp remembered it being, tucked at the base of a mountain in a draw.
They stopped in a small command center, where one wall displayed monitors.
She braced herself against the memories running through his head and the confusion as he tried to figure out where he was.
She walked for ten minutes, carefully remembering where she went, so she was able to find her way back.
Her eyes went to the mantle where the hourglass remained.
The ones where you tell me you're mine.
Darkyn stopped where he was and lifted a hand.
This is where you belong.
I assume that's where I'm going.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
It left her on the covered landing where Darkyn first brought her.
Is this your insurance plan where you don't follow through because it's not binding?
His dark eyes swept over her, lingering at her neck, where her wound had healed with Darkyn's power.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood and Deidre grew edgy, fear fluttering through her.
A vision of the beach where she met Gabriel told her who it was.
Gabriel awaited her on the beach near where they'd first sat together two weeks before.
This is where we met.
Darkyn wore her out enough to where her thoughts no longer spun out of control.
That's where we're concentrating, 'cause half the young people don't vote anyhow.
Some said he was talking about a job down in the Norfolk shipyard where there was work with the war coming on and all, but after a time, when Ma didn't hear, we just sort of forgot about him.
Dean suggested before returning that they drive ten miles to the Ridgway fairgrounds, where a Sunday morning farmer's market offered fresh fruits and vegetables.
That's where we start.
They say it's where he learned his baseball.
That's where his sons are from.
Dean held back the door and Fitzgerald brushed past him, turning into the parlor where most of the Bird Song guests were gathered.
I don't give a damn about a bunch of bones, but where do you get off saying The Lucky Pup Mine is yours?
And where would someone get clothes so old and dirty?
Where's the package of cigarettes?
I've come to terms over Randy—at least to the extent where I realize I can't do anything about it.
The passageway continued beyond where Martha had ventured and the Deans continued another hundred yards but once more the passageway forked.
They waited until he climbed up the slope to where they stood.
Both jumped to their feet and started around the cluster of boulders where Joseph had parked only to see the tail of Joseph Dawkins' Jeep as it bumped across the blanketing wave of wild flowers.
Where the make-believe bones were found?
Why would whoever switched the bones hide the real ones back in the trunk—in a place where they were sure to be discovered?
Remember, Caleb knew where to find the bones because someone told him.
But the only true America is that country where you are at liberty to pursue such a mode of life as may enable you to do without these, and where the state does not endeavor to compel you to sustain the slavery and war and other superfluous expenses which directly or indirectly result from the use of such things.
Who would have known where she was?
Yes. Where did you learn to do that?
She described where it was.
She pored herself a cup and started breakfast, wondering where Bordeaux was.
I know a place where we can hole up for the night.
She avoided looking in the area where she had seen the color, and tried to look undisturbed.
The soft sand in the ravine would make it simple for the Indians to detect where they had emerged.
Well, show me where you're things are and I'll take them out to my truck while I wait.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
I'll show you where you will sleep while Cynthia gets supper on the table.
Mary had never been the jealous type, but then, where love was concerned, people changed.
Howie bounded out of the car and crossed to the newer side of the street where he had a better view of the few older buildings that remained.
Betsy was hopeful she might be able to confirm where the people had lived.
He insisted I tell him where I was setting my units so he always knew approximately where he was going.
The thoughts of where we would go from here weighed heavily on everyone's mind.
The crime was eerily reminiscent of the Delaware kidnapping case where Howie was unsuccessful.
That's where the three of us grew up.
With a baby on the way, Quinn's and Martha's top priority was a locality where they could raise a family in a large and comfortable home.
We agreed to prioritize those where possible.
He provided details on the hotel, time and room number where the man allegedly stayed.
Where does he go?
He strikes where men are weak.
How much time do you suppose we're spending on a case where as far as we can tell no one is in harm's way whatsoever?
It depends on where it was found.
I don't know how it came up—maybe he asked where I was born—but when I told him, he said how he knew Ouray and loved it out here.
Do you know where she is??
Because I don't want to live in a county where you're the law enforcement.
Where was he staying?
The shade of the forest where Gabe emerged was cool, the spring sunshine warm.
For example, there's a room in your palace in the underworld where you've refused to go.
He didn't treat her as an outlet for his own release but as a partner on a sensual journey, one where pleasure was a gift as much as a reward.
She found herself walking down the beach to where she'd met him the night before.
This was where she'd met him, the man who rocked her world.
He remembered everything from where they met, their first kiss, their first night together.
She sat in the general manager's office of the fast food joint where she'd worked for six months.
She survived the day of bitching customers and employees alike and arrived late in the evening to Hannah's, a mansion in the outskirts of Annapolis where her sister lived with her fiancée, Giovanni.
Who throws a Halloween gala where no one dresses up?
Beyond the main room were two hallways, also packed, and opened doors along both where men and women circulated.
She fingered the small teal evening purse hanging around her wrist, where her cell phone was.
She looked over her shoulder, uncertain where the men with tattoos were.
She didn't answer, concentrating on figuring out where the hell she was.
Her eyes fell to the entryway in front of the elegant building in which she stayed, then to the street further down, where several forms moved from beneath a canopy, trailed by a shadow darker than night.
She returned to the room, where the two Germen women still sat and talked while cleaning their camping gear.
The whole top of the building --where the hostel was housed --was on fire.
Crash after crash echoed far above their heads, as the earth came together where it had split, and stones and chunks of clay rattled around them on every side.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That's the way for Billy and me.
And not just where do they go, but where is it that people drive the farthest to get to?
It will look at all other people who like the same restaurants and see where they repeatedly go for Italian food in San Francisco.
If my reasoning elsewhere in this book is correct, we are moving toward a future where there will be nothing but healthy, well-developed, rich countries with modern infrastructure.
A genetically engineered tree that converts sunlight into fuel and then pumps the fuel through its roots to where it is needed.
The rich, of course, got very clever about where they earned and reported income.
This is the case on genetically modified crops and many other issues where passions run high.
All of these are sorely lacking in areas where hunger is most prevalent.
I foresee a day when, on a Sunday afternoon, a family might drive (or actually be driven by their car) out to a farm to see where food comes from.
In warfare, asymmetry is where something very small can do a huge amount of damage.
Love it or hate it, this seems to be where we are going.
I could also feel the stamping of the horses, which they had ridden out from town and hitched under the trees, where they stood all night, neighing loudly, impatient to be off.
As soon as my examinations were over, Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook, where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous.
I go to see him whenever I happen to be where he is acting.
But somehow, I should prefer to see the originals in the place where Genius meant them to remain, not only as a hymn of praise to the gods, but also as a monument of the glory of Greece.
I stood in the middle of the church, where the vibrations from the great organ were strongest, and I felt the mighty waves of sound beat against me, as the great billows beat against a little ship at sea.
She stumbled upon Belle, who was crouching near the window where Captain Keller was standing.
Where did He get the soil, and the water, and the seeds, and the first animals?
As we had never seen or heard of any such story as this before, we inquired of her where she read it; she replied, "I did not read it; it is my story for Mr. Anagnos's birthday."
Helen and I spent the summer of 1888 with Mrs. Hopkins at her home in Brewster, Mass., where she kindly relieved me a part of the time, of the care of Helen.
From the top of the hill where I stood I saw my army surging over a sunlit plain like angry breakers, and as they moved, I saw the green of fields, like the cool hollows between billows.
Where is this division of labor to end? and what object does it finally serve?
But for the most part it is as solitary where I live as on the prairies.
Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green in the body of the pond.
In the warmest weather I usually placed a pailful in my cellar, where it became cool in the night, and remained so during the day; though I also resorted to a spring in the neighborhood.
There is no rawness nor imperfection in its edge there, as where the axe has cleared a part, or a cultivated field abuts on it.
Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
Angleworms are rarely to be met with in these parts, where the soil was never fattened with manure; the race is nearly extinct.
I had dug out the spring and made a well of clear gray water, where I could dip up a pailful without roiling it, and thither I went for this purpose almost every day in midsummer, when the pond was warmest.
Suddenly your adversary's checker disappears beneath the board, and the problem is to place yours nearest to where his will appear again.
I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me.
Though the sky was by this time overcast, the pond was so smooth that I could see where he broke the surface when I did not hear him.
Already, by the first of September, I had seen two or three small maples turned scarlet across the pond, beneath where the white stems of three aspens diverged, at the point of a promontory, next the water.
Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?
I had the previous winter made a small quantity of lime by burning the shells of the Unio fluviatilis, which our river affords, for the sake of the experiment; so that I knew where my materials came from.
There are many furrows in the sand where some creature has travelled about and doubled on its tracks; and, for wrecks, it is strewn with the cases of caddis-worms made of minute grains of white quartz.
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
He gazed into the cellar from all sides and points of view by turns, always lying down to it, as if there was some treasure, which he remembered, concealed between the stones, where there was absolutely nothing but a heap of bricks and ashes.
Once more, on the left, where are seen the well and lilac bushes by the wall, in the now open field, lived Nutting and Le Grosse.
Farther in the woods than any of these, where the road approaches nearest to the pond, Wyman the potter squatted, and furnished his townsmen with earthenware, and left descendants to succeed him.
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be.
For the most part, we are not where we are, but in a false position.
I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
The gun rang out with a deafening metallic roar, and a whistling grenade flew above the heads of our troops below the hill and fell far short of the enemy, a little smoke showing the spot where it burst.
Two of the enemy's shots had already flown across the bridge, where there was a crush.
Having reached the left flank, instead of going to the front where the firing was, he began to look for the general and his staff where they could not possibly be, and so did not deliver the order.
At the moment when Vereshchagin fell and the crowd closed in with savage yells and swayed about him, Rostopchin suddenly turned pale and, instead of going to the back entrance where his carriage awaited him, went with hurried steps and bent head, not knowing where and why, along the passage leading to the rooms on the ground floor.
The restaurant features a bar and lounge area where appetizers can be ordered.
The owner's glass shop is next to the restaurant, where he created the dishes and stemware for his restaurant.
There are dozens of metro parks in the city where visitors can hike, fish, jog or bike.
There are several area restaurants where guests can relax between excursions.
There is a garden terrace where guests can dine on summer days, and a fireplace where visitors can gather to watch the snow fall in the distant mountains.
The area is renowned for its outdoor activities, where residents can hike, run, bike, and camp on the beach and at several area parks.
Noah's provides you with a relaxing atmosphere where you can enjoy fine dining.
The town is home to numerous parks and fields where residents can partake of numerous recreational activities, such as hiking, soccer, running and swimming.
Accommodation is in traditional hotel rooms, as well as private casitas, where you can enjoy all the amenities of home, but without all the hustle-bustle.
There is a small grocery store at the front of the restaurant where you can take its great food home with you.
If you find Xander, you must tell me where he is.
Damian heard the uneasy note in her voice and looked her over, his gaze lingering at her hips, where her weapons should've been.
While she didn't quite know where she was, she felt a sense of belonging.
They paused in the doorway of a large library, where a beautiful, petite blonde sat.
He looked like her father, only his eyes glowed green where her father's had been purple.
The low growl drew her attention behind her, where the red-eyed man materialized beside Damian.
I can bring you another one of the notes verifying that's where I am when I'm missing work.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
She squinted, realizing the two furry brown monsters were men in costumes from Where the Wild Things Are.
Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who the man was before her.
Tell me where I am, why I'm here, and what's wrong with me.
It's where we come to … be safe.
Her gaze turned to the curtain, where not even a lost sunbeam could enter the room.
He didn't know where the leaks were coming from in Europe, and he definitely didn't know where they were coming from in Arizona.
He maintained a shield around it that made it invisible to those who didn't know where it was.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
She was pretty sure Damian would find her no matter where she tried to go, but damn them all, she was going home.
We know where he's taking her.
She stared at the sunbeams moving across the ceiling, not remembering where she was or how she arrived.
The mansion was quiet, and she roamed until she found where everyone was.
I have dreams about him where he's sad and alone.
When the common sense fairy smacks you upside the head, you know where to find me.
The wing housed an indoor basketball court, indoor pool, a small game room, and a huge theatre room where music blared from some action movie.
Unless we know where to look, we won't find where his base is.
Even the one where you planned to lie to me about Wynn healing Selyn.
She hobbled up behind where he knelt.
Fred was anxiously glancing between her bedroom and the front door where he was expecting the arrival of Bird Song's latest domestic helper candidate.
They've got a bunk in the back room of the restaurant where he washes dishes.
I know where Laredo is.
I snuck out to a place where I was told not to go—a very dangerous place.
I don't know where Jake picked up Larkin, but he can send her back as far as I'm concerned.
Her mother's been in jail half of Martha's life while the poor kid's been shuffled around God knows where.
Say it wasn't supposed to be where it was, but the person who found it wasn't supposed to be there either.
That's one of the consequences of being someplace where you're not supposed to be.
No one even knew where you were!
Caleb knew where it was—where he was going—'cause he was told, see?
Nobody knows where the man is and even if he's been in there a long, long time, someone must care about him, or at least maybe did back then, when it happened.
Tell me exactly where this mine is located, and just where the skeleton is.
With a swift motion, she sent the combination skyward where tack and bill joined the hundreds of others while she deftly caught the falling quarter to the cheers of the dinners.
I went skinny dipping in the quarry where I'd been told not to go.
Then she added, Don't tell them where we're going!
The sheriff's office was located only a few blocks east of Bird Song, behind the County Court House, where Fred O'Connor would report for jury duty the following Tuesday.
There was this bar called Horton's on the Hill where we'd go on Saturday night.
I don't know where to start.
That's where you start.
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the Cañon City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
His back was aching by the time he hauled the last chest to the patio behind the inn where the raiders could divvy the spoils.
I was showing Maria where to clean.
Dean wandered back to the kitchen, where his wife was fixing supper.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
With the exception of deceased Dawkins, Senior owning the property where the skeleton was discovered, Fred should be on safe ground limiting his research to the identity of the elusive bones.
You'd think we were still sitting in the same high school bleachers where we'd met a decade earlier.
That's where I've lived my entire life.
Is that where the bones were found?
A delicious smell mixing with giggles and laughter wafted from a sidewalk table where a group of young girls were peddling baked goodies.
Even the fact that she was born in a town where he owned land is coincidence enough.
That's where the stream is directed, although there's a fair chance of getting soaked anywhere.
The look Dean gave him left no doubt they knew where he'd been.
That's not any of our business, unless they trespass where they're not supposed to.
On impulse she opened the small crystal box where they'd placed the bone.
No wonder she went someplace where no one knew her past.
He was sitting in the waiting room where they had sent him until she arrived.
He should have no trouble figuring out where he lived, worked or what his telephone number was.
In fact, the entire design of the living area was more open and roomy than the new log home where they now lived.
Untangling her arms, he stepped into the hall and looked into the living room where Jonathan was watching a movie.
Where had it been?
That's where the dream would end.
Carmen, where is this going?
Where did you see that?
Carmen glanced at Alex, unsure who he was talking to, or where the conversation might be going.
Being happy has nothing to do with where you are.
It's nothing to me where you hang your hat.
Is that where he lives?
I know I'll enjoy being with my family – no matter where we go.
Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
Deidre wiped away more tears and went to her messy desk, where a red-covered notebook sat on a pile of paper.
You are close to crossing the line where you mess with the Future.
I came right here, where the radar brought me.
But if this guy wasn't supposed to die tonight, where is the soul I came for?
Where do I sleep tonight?
The room of the Sanctuary where he materialized consisted of nothing more than a lectern holding a massive book possessed by a long-dead Oracle.
The cafeteria where she led him looked medieval at best, a stone hall with lines of crude picnic tables and dark hearths.
Shaking his head, he walked once around the room, trying to determine where she'd hide something he needed.
I don't know where you're going, Gabe, but take me with you.
No matter where the compass pointed, it led him to the correct body.
Is that where humans do it?
He was too angry to see where he went as he crossed through the shadow realm.
She did it again and again, moving into the brush, where the scent of rotting seaweed came from.
She had to get out of there and go somewhere safe, her apartment, hours away from where the murderer was.
It was dark by the time the cab dropped her off in front of the high rise where she shared an apartment with Logan.
Several men passed by where she was hidden, and she backed away as quietly as she could.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
She didn't know where he took her, but he set her down on a narrow bed.
His gaze was on the blood-soaked sand where Gabe landed.
Gabriel's eyes drifted in the direction where he sensed Deidre was.
It was comfortable, like a little cave where she could hide.
In front of the bed, a dark cave had opened in the middle of her room, swallowing the wall where the door had been.
Where are we and why?
Everything was where she left it, down to the candle on the back porch.
Relief flooded her as she saw the police tape around the area where she'd found the body.
It was parked in the driveway of the neighboring lot, where she'd seen no lights or activity all weekend.
Reviewing their day together, she couldn't find any instance where he'd directly tipped her off.
Wherever that is, that's where I want to be, she said.
He pointed, and one appeared where he indicated.
Her things were where she'd left them.
But only if it's safe where he is.
She paused, afraid of where this doorway led, and steadied her breathing before stepping through, at once disoriented to appear in a small kindergarten class.
One of the girls grabbed her hand to pull her to the blankets where they'd been sitting while another one tugged at a loose lock of her hair.
Hurrying through the brightest doorway, she recognized the massive bedchamber where she'd left Katie and Toby.
She turned where he indicated, noticing the double French doors for the first time.
But she didn't want to be in a loveless, emotionless relationship with anyone, especially one where she had no partner.
She ached to feel his warm embrace, to sink into his dark spices and let him take her where he would.
Dressed all in black with weapons strapped in places identical to where Gabriel wore his, the tall man was lean with cold eyes.
Deidre stared into the forest where he'd disappeared.
She inched closer to the point where he'd appeared then hurried by to the edge of the forest.
Deidre bolted, neither aware nor concerned where she went or where she ended up.
She had no idea what to do with herself or where to go.
There's nowhere you can go where I can't find you.
It was dark where he emerged, but the body was where it should be.
There was a traitor among the fifty-odd death-dealers he had above ground, and he'd assigned twelve-hour shifts to keep an eye on the apartment where he sent Deidre.
If you're here to ask where Deidre is, the answer is no.
I told her to walk through the portals, and where she ended up, was up to me.
Where's your mate, Gabe?
He was moving on while depositing her back at the same crossroads where he'd found her last week.
She let herself stay where she was, intrigued by the electricity and calmed by the heat of his body.
If anything, you probably didn't tell him where I was.
I'm one step ahead of where I was this morning.
Gabe said nothing, suspecting he knew where the death-dealer was hiding out.
With Deidre in his arms and the souls in the otherworldly lake where they belonged.
There was scarring on her neck from where he'd bitten her.
Shuddering, she touched the places where the beast's canines sank into her body.
She was in a lot of trouble, but at least, if Wynn left, he'd tell Gabriel where to find her.
He saw only the Present, like fractured scenes of a movie where the actors continually changed their lines and settings.
The kid began crying and she waited, ticking off her mental to-do list to see where she'd start.
Second, find out when the general manager of the fast food joint where she worked was returning from maternity leave.
Frustrated, Katie looked both directions down the pristine, eerily quiet hallway before following the kid toward the far end, where a bright red exit sign hung over the door.
They reached the sixth floor, where her apartment was.
Katie looked to the fridge, where a small business card was stuck beneath a cartoon magnet.
Do you see where it goes?
Where the fairies are!
Restless, he rose and paced again, wondering why Sasha needed an ancient healer in his zoo, a place where creatures came to suffer.
Where did we find her?
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.
Do we return her and pretend we don't know or keep her where they can't get her?
It's been calm for the past few hundred years, but I don't think any of us have forgotten that five hundred year period where we were at each other's throats.
Kris remained where he was, aware they'd destroy each other if allowed.
His gaze strayed to the desk, where Katie's file sat.
Blinded by emotion, he made his way out of the underground compound without knowing where he went.
Her blurred vision fell to the corner, where a creature with glowing emerald eyes crouched.
Where are we, Lankha?
Heeeeeeeeeell. It's in the underworld, the only place where immortals can't come.
He took her wrist and raised his pinkie, where she saw the nail had been filed to a point and reinforced with metal.
She didn't know where exactly, but by the man's pale skin, she guessed Europe, maybe one of the Slavic countries.
Could you tell me where I am?
Not sure where I am now, but I'm free and okay.
I don't even know where you are.
I don't know where I am.
After her time in Hell --where most of the monsters looked human --she didn't trust this one.
He licked his hand, where blood from her lip remained.
She followed him up a set of regal stairs to the second floor, where multiple rooms lined a hallway.
Is this where you hung out while I was in that cave?
There's nowhere you go where I cannot follow.
Forced to follow, she couldn't help wondering where the other portals went as he disappeared through one.
No. You're staying where my brothers can't get to you, which is with me.
Gabriel knows where I'm staying.
Gabriel crossed to the window and stared at where the dark ocean and night sky met in the distance.
She sat on the river bank across from a series of wide, large steps leading up a hill to the park where the Arch stood, framed against a black sky.
She looked at her wrist, where Lankha had bitten her, closed her eyes, and hacked.
It was the only place he knew where someone might help him.
Drags me around the world without telling me where or why we go anywhere, Katie said.
Curiosity drew her to the gate again, where tiny Daniela was animated and angry as she stood between Rhyn and Kris.
Look where that gets you!
I'll show you where to go for logistics.
Next Megan took her to what looked like a large drug store, where she plucked a few items from a shelf filled with top of the line skincare products.
Don't ask where I hide the bodies.
He led her down a floor to a large gym where a group of men stood in a loose cluster on a mat.
She didn't know where exactly she went aside from down from the top floor.
She dozed in the car during the forty-five-minute drive into northern Virginia, where her sister's fiancé owned a mansion secreted behind towering shrubbery and a gate that swung open to welcome her.
She forced herself not to cover her tattoo with her hands as she followed her sister to the second floor, where the private rooms were.
She just returned from a trip to Ireland, where she got her tribal tattoo.
He sensed another immortal in the house but couldn't place where exactly.
Instead, Rhyn began to wonder where exactly his mate would fit in.
Her hand went to her neck, where the name of her Ancient Immortal mate, Rhyn, had been until he broke their mating bond two days before.
She stopped at the edge, where the trail was nothing but mud.
He loped along the trail through the forest and trotted into the park around the castle, where the person he least wanted to see awaited him with a glower and crossed arms.
I.ve sealed off the crypt with magic to keep Immortals from entering through the shadow world, and installed locks for those who wander where they shouldn.t be, Kris said.
And look where that got us all.
Rhyn stayed where he was, wary yet unafraid of Sasha, who.d been the zookeeper among the animals with him in Hell.
Where did you get all these pillows?
Darkyn, the most powerful of all demons, wouldn.t have returned from the pits of Hell, where the Dark One banished him to lead the army to the Immortals. front door and wipe out the Council.
She awoke long before dawn, and her eyes went to the corner where Gabriel no longer sat.
It was afternoon in Maryland, where Hannah was.
She needed a quiet, safe place where she could channel Rhyn.s power to call forth a portal.
Where is she? she asked, bracing herself for the answer.
He brought us a vial of blood to replace you as a test subject, and he knows where we can find the information to break your bond to Rhyn.
Only then did she venture closer to where they.d been and snag a small box smoothly from the shelf, pushing it under everything else to the bottom of the bag.
So this is where you.re hiding out.
She.d last seen him in Hell, where they shared a cell together.
Where should I start?
She returned to her chamber, where Lankha still worked his magic on an unconscious Toby under Ully.s watchful gaze.
He padded down the hall to his room, where Sasha awaited him.
Sasha may not have pulled the trigger on Andre, but someone he knew where to find their oldest brother, who had been protecting Katie when he was rendered dead-dead.
It.ll be hard to get my brother alone outside the castle where Darkyn can snatch him.
There had to be somewhere she could go where they.d leave her alone, at least until Gabriel came for her.
Just remember, there.s nowhere you can run where we can.t eventually find you.
Look where that got you.
Agitated, he jogged up the stairs to the level where Katie was.
I.ve got Toby to think about, and raising him where he.s attacked by demons and subjected to the stupidity of the Immortal world—it.s not happening.
Where demons and Immortals can.t find you?
Now, you can send your soldiers to the castle where the demons are staging an attack, and rejoin the Council, or I can bury you here in your front yard.
Where else would it be?
Take the bodies and throw them into the sea, where no one will find them.
The Immortal should.ve died in Hell, where he probably belonged.
Katie paced her corner of the gymnasium, where she had been herded with the rest of the Immortal mates.
She didn.t know if there was a second gym where other Immortal mates were, but Kris had said Hannah would be down.
Katie followed her into another hallway on the floor where the castle.s serving staff lived.
He said you.d know where to go, Katherine.
His eyes traveled to where his father had lain.
Katie jerked awake from the latest one where she and Toby were running from the unseen demon down a sandy beach.
With the castle flooded by demons, she didn.t know where she could take the vial to keep it from Sasha when he woke.
Her hand went to her pocket, where the vial was.
Come, I will show you a picture to where you must take the portal through the shadow world.
She looked around the area where his desk had been and spotted a perfume bottle similar to the one he'd give her before.
She heard no signs of the demon pursing but trotted down the stairs, hoping to find another way into the dungeons where the Immortal warriors lived.
We.re trying to get a handle on who went to which Sanctuary and where else Immortals scattered to.
With nothing left to occupy him, he strode to the familiar room where they.d shared the fateful night weeks before.
Kris opened a portal to the Indian Ocean Sanctuary, where Erik had gone to seek out Ully.
Limping, Jade returned to the site where he.d killed Sasha.
He saw only warriors on the main floor of the castle and ascended with increasing pain to the floor where Kris would be.
My god, Jade, where have you been?
It.s where I.m supposed to be, isn.t it?
He.d never had a conversation with Rhyn where the two of them didn.t behave like testosterone-plagued teenagers.
Where is the vial the demons seek?
The one where I kill innocents to get what I want.
They entered Kris.s conference room, where Jade paced on the far side.
Exactly where Darkyn wanted her.
Her gaze went to the sky, where the demon bird had appeared in her dream.
Daniela.s little legs moved fast, and she was across the courtyard while Kris stared toward the room where Rhyn assumed his mate was.
Daniela led them to the men.s wing, where one sweaty, bloodied Immortal was standing outside of Sasha.s room while the other stood guard over Jade, who was hogtied in the middle of the small courtyard around which the men.s wing was situated.
He.s taken a human hostage, and we need to know where she is.
Jade, I want you to tell me where Katie is.
Daniela stood where they left her, frowning fiercely.
Where are you going, Gabe?
Gabriel disappeared, and Rhyn gazed at the spot where he.d been.
He glanced to the rocks where Katie had been, only to find she was gone.
He would.ve taken her and run away somewhere safe where no one would ever find them, as he initially wanted to do.
An hour later, she dismounted her bike and leaned it against the brick front of the art gallery where her work was displayed.
They might appreciate artists more where he's from.
Where is Romas from exactly?
A'Ran left the command center for the practice fields, the area behind the dwelling where his men fought.
They left the row house for the park across the street, where a small spacecraft awaited them.
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.
I'll tell you about Romas and where we're going.
And women don't have any rights where Romas is from.
Uncertainly, she remained where she was and gazed at the man and woman before her.
She watched him circle the table and twisted to see where he went.
Can you wait here for a minute, so I can ask Romas where your room is?
He is placed in a room where he must stay, unless someone frees him.