All of which was beside the point.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
The dining room was directly off the kitchen, which was also lavish.
All of which was irrelevant.
Speaking of which, where was Alex?
Just behind the royal standard-bearers came the Princess Ozma in her royal chariot, which was of gold encrusted with emeralds and diamonds set in exquisite designs.
Surprisingly, Darcie was good company, which helped the trip go by faster.
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen.
Lisa stared after him; unsure which was more intriguing, the man or the path.
All of which was neither here nor there.
In the vegetable gardens they found the strawberries and melons, and several other unknown but delicious fruits, of which they ate heartily.
Which would kill her, the Indians or the country?
Which came first, the recluse or the loneliness?
It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
So he painted a beautiful picture which seemed to be covered with a curtain.
Now you need shoes—but which ones?
It isn't a matter of which I love more.
"How is Uncle Henry?" she enquired, after a pause during which the horse continued to trot with long, regular strides.
But their journey was almost over, for in a short time they reached a small cave from which there was no further outlet.
This will turbocharge science, which will no longer rely exclusively on slow observations in real time.
Science's progress over the past few hundred years has been determined mainly by the relatively slow speed at which we were able to collect data.
Of course, a little make-up and the right clothes could do wonders - which was a good way to wind up straying off the path she had mapped before she left home.
They rode through the herd, which paid little attention to their passage.
To his delight they were now plainly visible, which proved that they had passed beyond the influence of the magical Valley of Voe.
"Which would you rather have" asked the caliph, "three hundred pieces of gold, or three wise sayings from my lips?"
His clothing fitted his form snugly and was gorgeously colored in brilliant shades of green, which varied as the sunbeams touched them but was not wholly influenced by the solar rays.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
The shutters were all closed, except at one window which was open.
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
There could be a number of reasons that Sarah would welcome her as a daughter-in-law, not the least of which was the goings-on down that path.
The travellers now resumed their walk toward the cottage, which they presently reached.
Martha was unavoidably reassigned hours which included weekends.
He seemed comfortable with his surroundings, which was surprising in itself.
Below them was a vast space, at the bottom of which was a black sea with rolling billows, through which little tongues of flame constantly shot up.
But there is any quantity of oatmeal, which we often cook for breakfast.
Which made three times you were broaching the subject of matrimony and I thwarted your attempts.
I used them a lot over the years, not always to the FBI liking which didn't help my career but I found they often work.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
Involuntarily listening now to the firing, which had drawn nearer and was increasing in strength, Alpatych hurried to his inn.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.
Which would be worse, an uneasy stomach or split lips?
When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
The roar of guns, the whistling of projectiles, and the piteous moaning of the cook, which rose above the other sounds, did not cease for a moment.
Prince Andrew was somewhat refreshed by having ridden off the dusty highroad along which the troops were moving.
"Oh, there is no need of that," said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl.
It had a bright blue cover, which he was careful not to soil.
My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring.
What is the nature of the luxury which enervates and destroys nations?
They listened to the French sentences which to them were meaningless, with an air of understanding but not wishing to appear to do so.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
I took careful note of the time and movements, all of which lasted twenty-one minutes.
Most people haven't even tried because we cannot reasonably imagine a way by which we can be rid of them.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
Alex didn't like any kind of discord, which generally meant that she shouldn't contest anything he said or did.
Just above them, and almost on a level with their platform, were banks of rolling clouds which constantly shifted position and changed color.
The main point, however, was that they flew, and flew swiftly, if a bit unevenly, toward the rock for which they had headed.
Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?
At Lexington, not far from Concord, there was a sharp fight in which several men were killed.
The town was being bombarded by a hundred and thirty guns which Napoleon had ordered up after four o'clock.
On the sloping descent to the Dnieper Alpatych's cart and that of the innkeeper's wife, which were slowly moving amid the rows of soldiers and of other vehicles, had to stop.
It was something her parents never understood... which was probably why they moved to Fayetteville.
They seemed to be falling right into the middle of a big city which had many tall buildings with glass domes and sharp-pointed spires.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
First, in the magnitude of what it claims, and second, in the degree to which it differs from what pessimists predict.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.
Napoleon advanced farther and we retired, thus arriving at the very result which caused his destruction.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
There were a lot of tourists in town, probably for the autumn equinox, which drew people from around the world every year.
To one of these houses which had neither doors nor windows, but only one broad opening far up underneath the roof, the prisoners were brought by their captors.
Then he ordered his treasurer to pay the poet five hundred pieces of gold; for, indeed, the poem which he had recited was wonderfully fine.
There was another famous artist whose name was Parrhasius. When he heard of the boast which Zeuxis had made, he said to himself, "I will see what I can do."
Exhaustion left her feeling cold and weak, which was probably why her foot slipped on the edge of a rock.
He wanted her, and nothing had ever made her happier in her life than when she saw the depth of his emotion in his eyes and lived through the consuming intensity with which he made love to her.
In either case a grave crime has been committed which deserves a grave punishment.
They heard a crunching, grinding sound, a loud snap, and the turn-table came to a stop with its broadest surface shutting off the path from which they had come.
Then he took from his pocket a sheet of paper on which some verses were written.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
I tumbled off the seat and searched under it until I found my aunt's cape, which was trimmed with large beads.
She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room--the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman.
"Lise!" said Prince Andrew dryly, raising his voice to the pitch which indicates that patience is exhausted.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
Would there be a point at which she stopped being surprised by his family?
Which one is mine?
You mean I should try to cover up that which any man might find attractive.
We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.
All people need rest, even if they are made of wood, and as there is no night here they select a certain time of the day in which to sleep or doze.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
Alpatych went up to a large crowd standing before a high barn which was blazing briskly.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
The Wizard carried his satchel, which was quite heavy, and Zeb carried the two lanterns and the oil can.
"Which is saving children," Howie said.
We had firm footing on which to struggle forward.
I have no desire to interfere with something about which I know nothing.
He recognized the grandson as the victim of the earlier abduction on which he'd reported.
He admitted to fifteen or sixteen abductions... he couldn't remember which.
Finally, we condensed everything on a small computer thumb drive which we hid in the removable base of a desk lamp.
I knew Betsy viewed scores of non-abduction cases, any of which Howie could solve in a minute.
While Merrill Cooms knew there were five of us and had spoken to each, we'd never identified which one of us held the gift.
He gave us access to a web site on which to submit our information.
The article attempted objectivity, documenting several of the cases on which our tips proved fruitful.
Howie was hot, which I'm sure was Betsy's intent.
No, he was quick to say, it didn't come from any "psychic foolishness" which he didn't believe existed.
She politely asked her mother for permission, which was granted.
Aldo shot him in the leg, not wishing to kill him, which I assure you he could have easily done.
When it happens, it matters little which was the cause.
I don't even want to know which one of you is baiting the hook.
School, which will begin tomorrow, is only a few days from summer recess.
She motioned for me to pick up the extension which I did.
This creature I'll avoid when I come calling, which I soon plan to do.
I don't know which of us was the more upset.
I tried to remember on which side of the Pace Arrow it was parked.
Molly wanted to fix supper on her own which both Betsy and I were thankful to let happen.
The hundred mile drive up the coast to Santa Barbara took more than two hours during which we chatted the entire way.
I'm still undecided which one is my target but I'll soon have my answer and more!
She sat behind a desk and began asking me questions which I interrupted.
She appears more outraged than frightened which is annoying.
Which ones only have one license plate.
She is naked except for an old tee shirt of mine which, out of my benevolence I allowed her to wear.
In desperation, I turned on the tape recorder which had run to its end.
The work bench, on which our tools were stacked, was beneath the concrete half of our enclosure.
Julie has greater needs which Molly nurtures while Molly's needs are supported by my wife.
The lackey picked her up and carted her to the garage, which served as a makeshift barracks filled with cots and sleeping men.
The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
I pissed him off one of the first hours, which is why this happened.
Bianca pushed herself away, uncertain which terrified her more: Darian's meltdown or the fact he'd stopped the world in its place.
Speck tossed him his shirt, which he donned as he listened.
She has the power of ancient healers to return to life that which otherwise wouldn't live.
He took in the various scenes, to include the local news, which blasted photos of the black skies and mounting waves of the tropical-storm-turned-hurricane.
"Which gentleman?" she asked.
Instead of ducking into the ladies' room, she pushed through the back entrance, which emptied out into a dark, rainy alley.
His gaze went to the wine cellar door, which she'd left cracked.
Which is why I want us to reach an agreement.
Yully went to the back door, which she remembered always being open.
She patted the pocket in her skirt containing the paper on which Jule had scribbled down the phone number of the towering man before her.
Which is probably what your vamp in there is thinking.
It wasn't like the Magician's magic, which somehow fused with his, as if they were one person sharing one source of power.
He really wasn't a man of detail, which was why she was so surprised to see him working as a financial planner.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
She began to sweat before reaching the door leading from the patio to the green blur that was the gardens over which the patio overlooked.
Embarrassed by her words and the tears streaming down her face, she ran past him and up the stairs leading to the second floor, issuing a cry of frustration when she realized she didn't know which of the three wings led to her room.
He led her to his private suite, which took up half of one wing.
The day before, she'd found quite a few treasures, to include the backpack, a flashlight, the key locker for the cars in the garage, and Jake's wallet, which happened to have a credit card, which she had secretly used to book a flight from Tucson to Virginia.
Kidnapping, involuntary resurrection—these were not the foundations on which trust was built!
Though she couldn't see her own fate, she began to suspect which direction it'd take her in.
I'll check the records to see which Guardians rotated here from Europe from the past year.
Sofia jerked from her place beside her window, not sure which voice came from her head and which from the handsome man before her.
Both wore tuxedos with matching blue cummerbunds, which amused her for such starkly different men.
I don't really know which way is up right now.
I've figured out which tissues are the softest.
He gripped his head, which pulsed at the flood of images and kiri's own sobs.
Which is exactly what you will do, kiri.
Which one of you is mine?
Not by his choice, which was clear.
It was hunched over a book large enough to cover half the black stone desk at which it sat.
It was probably just Darkyn's magic, which he used to kill the demons.
Which begs the question: What happens to you in one week?
She'd have to be dead-dead which could happen next week or in a millennium.
She didn't have to ask which entity that was.
Which leaves you here.
He was on the Council until shortly after I died-dead, after which he betrayed the Immortals to work for the Dark One, Darkyn's predecessor.
At least, if she saw him, she could determine which parts of what she felt were real and which stemmed from the bond.
You're a human mate, or were originally, which means I can't hurt you.
Just her little fangs and the odd presence she found subtle but which apparently had a staggering effect on men.
Which means this could be your doing, Gabriel pointed out.
His magic comes from the souls of the dead, which are kept in the underworld.
She gave him a quick "don't look" which he ignored as she turned and began to dress.
The Buen, as everyone referred to it, was located in a hundred year old structure previously known as the Scott-Humphries Building, which had remained vacant for over twenty-five years.
All four Dawkinses joined the showing, which grew to include a widow from Texas, an Illinois couple with a sixyear-old and a handholding pair of seventy-something's with different last names.
He promised to return in an hour and ferry the group back to Bird Song, which was less than a mile away.
Which sounded to Dean exactly like 'coming to terms,' but who was he to say?
Cynthia finished her wedding pronouncement by tossing out a comment about her foolish son considering delaying the final year of his education to play professional baseball, a decision against which she and Rose Calvia planned to exert a full court press.
That, and the little matter of a cookie in the oven of love, which seemed to be taking a back seat in her ire.
The chitchat roamed from details of Friday's luncheon to views on crime and punishment, which, as the booze went down, became more and more general.
The Deans and Fred were torn between discussing Fitzgerald's blockbuster announcement and this conversation, which was becoming more interesting by the minute.
Cynthia and her husband were appreciative of his efforts, which Dean knew came as much from nerves over his pending jury duty as early morning kindness.
However, they needed more supplies—additional batteries, a second flashlight, and marking chalk—all to be purchased at the variety store, which didn't open until eight o'clock.
Dean examined the ground for tracks but the water, which while shallow, in most places covered the width of the narrow passageway and obliterated any footprints.
Westlake plugged forward, his nose nearly at the windshield, which was spider-webbed with nicks and cracks, as the old car crawled higher.
All the costumes reeked of mothballs, except the sweaty gorilla, which needed them the most.
Driving was out of the question as the mid-morning parade, scheduled to begin in a few minutes, was forming on Main Street, which was now closed to traffic.
A band tooted practice blasts, someone was yelling directions through an old fashioned megaphone, which were ignored, and Suzanne, whose nightly music show serenaded the tourists, warmed up the Star Spangled Banner in a voice that needed no mike.
"Sort of," which said he didn't.
Sure, Dean thought, I'll put it on the list, right after food, clothing and shelter, all of which were tough enough to fund given Bird Song's present budget.
The road paralleled the river to their right and far below, which was most often hidden by the pine trees that blanketed the slope.
Dean began to walk in the opposite direction from which they'd come.
He wondered which was the real person.
"I don't know which of you is more nervous," Cynthia said, elbow-deep in a sink full of breakfast dishes.
"The final decision of which candidate is best suited for the job rests with you, the voters," he added.
"None of which Bird Song has," Cynthia stressed as she reached in her pocket and withdrew a quarter.
The town of Ouray rests at the boxed-in end of the narrowing Uncompahgre Valley, which spreads from the towering San Juan Mountains in roughly a northwest direction, dropping elevation as the valley gradually widens.
His thoughts wandered to Billy Langstrom's love-widow Melissa, now absent even those precious two commodities with which to face the world.
Back on the pavement, Dean pedaled past Tom, a well-known wild turkey who'd in past months adopted a location on the highway from which he never seemed to stray more than a few hundred yards.
. .assuming the events were even related, which was a giant leap in itself.
For ten bucks more, she was to cover Ridgway's four hundred citizens in the county's only other town, if you didn't count minuscule Colona, which most people didn't.
Matters of warrants and probable cause escaped his wife's rationale, replaced by her conscience, which stood firmly in charge.
They spent the evening in their private quarters mulling over the possibilities and skirting the question that Lydia had actually killed her boss, which in spite of mounting concern, Dean continued to find unlikely.
Most queries were answered in monosyllables except the last, which Dean put off by explaining they'd discuss the bones at length in the morning.
Which maybe it did.
They were standing at the first turn which now lighted looked familiar.
He raised his other hand to shield his eyes from the flashlight, which Dean then turned away.
How could you tell which one contained the bones?
Which you then stole.
The headlines of the local newspaper proudly announced, "Under Sheriff Solves Fifty-Year-Old Murder," which Lydia neither confirmed nor denied, nor did the Deans offer public comment.
Which meant Darkyn wasn't done with Wynn yet.
We are at the bottom now, hated by all, without the resources of power to which we were accustomed.
"Going somewhere?" the demon lord taunted in a low growl, no part of which sounded human.
For which I thank you.
You are a deity without a domain or source of power, which means you have nothing I could possibly want, Darkyn said.
He circled the small, blonde woman and stopped behind her, gaze on Gabriel's name, which was written across her back, along with the Immortal mating script.
"Sasha did many things to her, the finality of which was kill her," Darkyn said.
They continued, and Deidre's attention went to a small shop behind the tents, from which incense drifted.
"Which was …" "In the closet in the corner of my bedchamber, the one I told you to go through."
He didn't ask questions, which Gabriel liked.
Gabriel was quiet for a long moment, which she took as a bad sign.
Deidre felt the pain again, the one without a physical source but which she felt as if a knife was piercing her soul.
Andre didn't deny she was lying to him, which left Gabriel even less certain what to do about his mate.
They didn't suffer, which was good.
They moved slowly to the bank on which she stood, bumped into the dirt wall and floated to nestle into piles at the bottom.
Andre confirmed that her tumor was gone, which meant they had a chance at a healthy relationship.
He tapped the lectern on which the Oracle was busy writing in her book.
The emotion she'd admitted to yesterday – which Andre had told him as well – shimmered in her large blue eyes.
Which means this could be your doing.
Which made no sense.
It sounded as if she'd already won, which meant his mate had lost.
She hadn't sought him out, which made him think she was too afraid to talk to him.
He failed in his mission, for which she was grateful.
He'd been in the middle of deciding which of his collection of knives he was going to use to kill the goddess once and for all when the noise started.
Ten demons guarded this one, two of which he'd slaughtered before leaving his dealers to handle the rest to search for souls.
Carmen didn't warm to people instantly, nor was she generally impressed by praise... which was why it came as such a surprise that mere words were such powerful tools.
Alex and Bill had wandered off with Jonathan and the twins, as usual, which left Carmen with Katie and Destiny.
I know, you think he had his hands full raising me, and I'm sure he did, but if I had let him, he would have told me which side to chew my breakfast on.
Slowly her gaze lifted to lips, which were curved in a pleased smile that enlarged until it activated the dimple below his eye.
And yet, each time he caught her, she was embarrassed – which amused him greatly.
I didn't wave today, which means you saw him at the strip mall.
In rural areas, first responders were often neighbors, which was the fortunate case with them.
She opened the front door, which was still unlocked, and allowed Brutus to go in first.
No one said it, but internet research indicated that a coma which lasted more than two weeks might become permanent.
They said his pulse rate has increased over night, which might mean he is trying to wake up.
She was always unsure which name to use.
In which case, the best thing to do was let it drop.
The nurse said he was up early, which was probably an indication he was looking forward to going home.
Turning on the water, she filled their water trough before heading out for the longhorn shed, which was the closest to the trees.
That was his 'final answer' look which dictated there should be no more discussion.
Which would be soon.
For which I feel entirely responsible.
You care which shirts I pack for you?
The air-conditioned hospital corridor gave way to the balmy heat of the Caribbean island on which he stood.
Wynn met the deity's gaze, which flickered between all the colors in the universe.
Ocean surrounded the small island, upon which a fortress sat, several hundred meters away, up a sloping hill on top of solid rock.
It felt real, which meant this place was real.
"Which is located near my apartment building," Deidre said, needing the brandy again already.
If he ever leapt off another building, he'd choose pavement, which might have some give to it.
Which would fit with this mess.
Which means, what happened between you and this Gabriel was more than a one night stand.
Which did she fear more: Death or the man behind the mask?
I connected the tumor – which was completely operable – with magic to her emotions.
Nothing can get you here, which is why I'm not allowed to leave.
Rhyn knows you're here, which means he'll be checking up on you.
He knew it, which meant he was counting on her caving at some point.
She faced the direction from which she'd come.
The tumor is still growing, which means there is still a chance at cognitive deterioration.
She wasn't sure which baffled her more: that he happened to have an apartment in Atlanta or he wasn't trying to talk her out of leaving.
None of his dealers reported one missing, which left two options, neither of them good.
The records I alone can read with my magic are in this hallway, which is a pain in the ass when it comes to searching for things.
Gabe didn't know which way the Ancient would go.
The only real difference: the ancient intelligence in the deity's steady gaze, which seemed out of place in such a youthful face.
The earth beneath him trembled, which he took as a good sign.
He'd been ignoring the extent of the power available from the souls for fear of violating the Code, which he now understood was not binding in the face of a threat like Darkyn.
Her sunglasses and hat blocked the sun but not the heat, which fed her pulsing head.
It takes a lot to prepare yourself to die, Gabriel, which you of all people should appreciate.
Past-Deidre walked out and left me to clean up the mess, which I did poorly.
"Which is …" "You'll figure it out."
She was thinking, which was good.
He didn't have the pointed teeth of a demon, which she hoped was indication enough she wasn't about to make a deal with the devil.
I've been instructed to show you to your chamber, after which I'll be released.
They didn't go far, for which she was grateful.
The purposes for which I created you are complete.
It was his immortal powers, which Death had yanked from him when she ordered Gabriel to take him to Hell.
A touch of coolness grazed his heated frame, which always grew hotter than Hell when he changed forms.
Rhyn snorted and faced the corner, making out Gabriel's eyes, which gleamed darker than a night in Hell itself.
Katie Young looked at the speedometer, which read thirty-seven when the blue lights flared up behind her, jarring her out of the pre-coffee morning stupor.
The confidence with which he spoke floored her.
Toby chattered, his tone lifting in a question that didn't penetrate the in-between world in which she'd fallen.
The unease passed quickly as he saw which death dealer stood before him.
In the darkness, he wasn't reminded of an ache he'd killed long ago, that which reminded him he once knew what it was to feel the warmth of the sun on his human skin.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
Her eyes stayed on the creature, which joined several more tattooed beings in the hall before they all struck out in different directions.
You will send me home, and you'll remove Toby, Gabriel, and every other interference you placed in my life, down to the scuff marks in the hallway, which I know
We nicknamed him the Phoenix, which is notorious for not only rising from ashes but also for taking down everyone and everything around them in flames.
In the distance was a dark swath of park leading up to the lit-up Eiffel Tower, which was larger than she'd imagined.
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.
I help them with marketing, which was my major until I quit school.
She was surprised she could walk at all and knew a few ounces of blood had been a small price to pay for Lankha's work, which she'd never have gotten for all the money in the world at home.
Sasha's servants wouldn't get within a foot of Rhyn; instead, they shaped the magic of Sasha's realm around him and gave him only one direction to go, that which Sasha wanted.
They made room for her and pushed fries at her, which she accepted.
No. You're staying where my brothers can't get to you, which is with me.
The creatures had reached the top of the stairs and were looking around, trying to figure out which way she'd gone.
They stopped at a wooden door, which the woman flung open.
She tugged the heavy door open by its old iron handle and gazed into a large square of grass, a courtyard, around which many similar rooms with heavy doors were arranged.
I traveled through the shadow world, which is also how I got you back!
She leaned against the wall, eyeing the distance from her position to the rock on which Rhyn sat.
Only to find herself staring at the bubbles of blood forming from within his fist, which was clamped around the blade of a knife a few inches from her face.
They crossed through a common area with a kitchenette and large, flat-screen TV, past a gym, a library, and a few other common rooms, and into the barracks area, which bustled with activity.
He beamed a smile and offered his arm, which she accepted.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
Her gaze landed on the dining room, which looked much like that of a fancy restaurant.
Her gaze lingered on Katie's face, which Katie knew was pale.
Molly offered her a food and water cube, both of which lessened the pain throbbing through her.
Every time I turn around, I'm getting my ass kicked by some beast, many of which are probably after you!
She'd been scared since Hell, if not before, for which he blamed Kris.
I righted a wrong, which required another wrong of sorts.
Hannah gives her all her old clothes, which aren't cheap, and she never even returns Hannah's phone calls.
Instead, he started walking away and summoned his powers, wondering which of his brothers could be coerced into giving him what he wanted.
You try but you can't protect me, Rhyn, which you've proven a dozen times over.
She rolled her eyes at his twisted sense of humor, which normally teetered on lethal.
The courtyard bordered a small grassy park off which several trails ran from the grassy area into the still dark woods.
Not sure which of us is more twisted.
Everything comes at a cost, Gabriel, which you know.
He put on his sunglasses, which did little to alleviate the headache sunlight gave him.
C.mon, Toby, Katie said and turned away, allowing Toby to pull her down the hall to the dining chamber, which had yet to fill up.
Katie whipped around the breakfast bar, eyes roving the kitchen for the knife block or something with which to defend herself.
He sensed Kris.s agitation was increased by the ensnaring scent of Katie.s blood, which was heavy in the air.
He listed a few items, none of which she heard as she continued to stare at the paper.
She dropped a note into the absent secretary.s inbox then went to the first basement level, which housed supplies, clothing, and other essentials in the form of small department stores whose wares were free to all Immortals.
Important distinction, Rhyn replied and pulled out a chair from the table on which the candle was placed.
The healers. village consisted of several dozen cottages around a central square, in which many of the village.s people gathered and talked or cooked meals over red flames.
If you.ll remember, I didn.t choose which Ancient to become my mate.
She looked up at the glowing clouds, from which snow had begun to fall again.
Without a doubt, brother, which is why I hope your meeting with Darkyn goes well.
I will speak to Sasha to determine what it is he stole, and if it is rightfully owned by the Dark One, which it must be in order for you to reclaim it.
Her draw was not as consuming as Katie.s, which meant she.d have a much better chance of surviving if not every demon and Immortal was drawn to her.
They entered the dining room, which was filled for brunch.
She whirled to face him, moving too slow to hide the suitcase laid out on the trunk at the end of the bed in which Toby slept.
"Which is why you.re doing your damndest to convince us both you.re leaving me," he said and crossed his arms.
A knock at the door distracted his response, which wouldn.t bode well for either of them.
He concentrated on which Sanctuary he wanted, the farthest from the castle, and lifted Sasha's body.
Katie trotted to the chamber next to Kris.s, knowing the guest chambers were near but not sure which was which.
Kiki tucked his iPad under his arm and opened a portal through which all three went before Rhyn followed.
She rubbed her scarred arm and glanced up at the sky, which had begun to lighten.
She found herself ascending the servants. stairwell at a run, in case the Ully-demon was still stalking her, until she reached her floor, which appeared blessedly free of any signs of battle and death.
We.re trying to get a handle on who went to which Sanctuary and where else Immortals scattered to.
He didn.t take her hand, which means Darkyn probably wants her alive.
He leapt through the portal before it closed in time to see which one Jade chose.
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.
Evelyn only cooked when he spent the night, which would also explain how she ended up in her bed.
Evelyn handled it all with cheerfulness while Kiera stressed over the shade of flowers clashing with the décor, and the cake containing nuts, which Romas was allergic to.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
Which way was home?
"He's awesome if he keeps them corralled for my entire visit, which hopefully won't be long," Kiera replied.
Romas tossed the kitten, which darted for her again.
Her gaze fell again to the closet in which boxes were stacked.
Yet home was a very long way away, which meant she needed to go home on a spaceship.
Which hall is that in case I start wandering in the morning?
The prisoner went straight to Romas's family, which meant she just made her mess bigger.
The prisoner disabled without killing and without using his knife, which was tucked in his boot.
He owed them nothing after his mission, which cleared a path for him to do what he must to regain his throne.
Her skin was golden from the sun, which brought out the enigmatic eyes, and made them glow with the otherworldly beauty displayed by her and the one called Evelyn.
But he'd won her as Kisolm's younger brother, Romas, had decreed, which should alleviate any accusations brought on by their clan, if Kisolm's father talked some sense into the arrogant crown prince.
She was impatient, anxious, emotional… nothing like the women he knew, which both interested him and warned him.
"The first was this, which I didn't understand, the second … you remember the second, and the third …" She trailed off, pensive.
She needed a workout; maybe she could learn to use a sword instead of kickboxing, which she'd been doing regularly for years.
As the afternoon wore on, she puzzled through what buttons controlled what, which were oriented toward the space battle and which toward the ground.
We have taken the land advantage, which is all that matters.
They have no means to control me, which makes them less lazy than they have been for a millennium.
He landed outside the main city, in the center of which sat the royal family's residence.
He stopped at the opposite side of the table, within reach if he chose, which she suspected he would if she so much as flinched toward the access pad.
The name was unfamiliar, which meant he was not well connected and not among the families of his advisors.
Sparring lasted until the sky was clear of night's blue, at which point he took the sword from her.
She was strong for a woman as well, which she'd revealed during their two training sessions.
We are bound together and to the planet, which will only come back to life when we return.
A'Ran didn't have to guess which her his uncle spoke of.
It was his favorite memory, that which preceded his abrupt knowledge of war and the world at large.
A'Ran absorbed her words, which fell hard upon his ears.
"I will accept your decision, no matter which choice you make," he said.
Wiping them away, she padded into the hall, down the stairs, and to her studio, which overflowed with paintings she'd done in the eight days since returning.
Evelyn waited at the edge of another group, in the middle of which was Romas.
For which you blame me, even though you destroyed her!
She had changed to the white dress, the one she'd worn to dinner that night and the hem touched the tops of her bare feet, which pointed downward.
Fred, remembering historical items from an earlier mystery in which he and his stepson were involved, jumped at the offer.
Which lucky lady was on the phone?
She wore those half-stockings that were supposed to be hidden by something far longer than what covered her pudgy legs, which were streaked with the stark blue of veins looking like a map of a very congested and curvy area.
The famous million dollar highway, which climbed three mountain passes before ending seventy-odd miles later in Durango, was spectacular by anyone's definition, more so after a fresh winter snow.
The next opportunity proved to be the same jeep road cut off where they'd first seen Edith speaking with the man in the second car, which was now nowhere in sight.
Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.
Before Fred could reply, or whack her in the mouth, which would have been Dean's first choice, the front doorbell interrupted the tense gathering.
She manages to call me every few weeks when she can get off on her own, which isn't easy.
After a few minutes rest, they continued, first hearing, then seeing the waterfall and the reservoir from which the penstock first drew the water for its mile-long trip to town.
She tends to take that which she wants.
He hesitated, reluctant to return to his room, past Ryland's door from which might be expelled the naked visitor, just as he passed by.
They're paying us for tranquility, not to witness your domestic problems, which should be handled in private, in a lawyer's office.
I wear it always when we're together as it gives comfort to him about our situation which I know troubles him greatly.
He informed Dean the climbers, who were due to check out later, had left for the ice park, grumbling at the heavy accumulation of snow which was abating to a last-ditch flurry after depositing thirty inches of fluffy white.
Dean let Fred follow along, list in hand, as he poked into Edith's room, which Jerome had recently shared.
There was an empty sack which had contained the climbing rope but it was empty and Dean put it aside.
I'm beginning to wonder which of them ladies is the strangest!
This I am sure will occur if he is to guess my condition, which grows more noticeable as my time draws closer.
Which one of these damn contraptions is the real thing?
I'd like to know which version is true.
Donnie won the first game with "cant" which Dean questioned, unsuccessfully, assuming the boy meant the more common version, "can't," which was unacceptable.
Martha, who couldn't have run that fast from her trailer if she did have a decent pair of sneakers—which she didn't—was at the door, pulling a sled upon which was piled a bundle far smaller than any ten-year-old's belongings ought to represent.
Which of course Dean didn't, in the least.
Which everyone involved realized would never happen.
He didn't say which.
His sole security was the loop of this rope around his body, between his legs, across his back and over his shoulder, which he then grasped as if his life depended on it.
He was vindictive by nature and—this is the 'guess' part—he cut his line and left my knife which he'd picked up from his wife's room.
How could Edith be sure which rope he'd use?
She had eyes the deepest blue-green of the Celtic Sea and flaxen hair, which although matted and unkempt, promised to shine sun-kissed when groomed.
The two sat together comparing their experiences, which were identical.
Frederick appeared to be taken aback both by the story, and the speed at which Sarah relayed it.
Marie and Frederick consumed two vials each, leaving the majority, which Sarah and Jackson greedily consumed.
Connor was a lawyer, which he considered a real plus.
One of his favorite memories was when he would do something un-gentlemanlike, which was often.
She wore a silk blouse, Jimmy Choo's and a pencil skirt with a slit up the side, which gave just a glimpse of leg that went on forever.
The women were in Sarah's shoe closet, which was larger than most bedrooms.
He knew she really wanted to tell him everything she had learned about Elisabeth, which was probably a great deal.
All wolves are governed by the ruling pack into which I was born.
Elisabeth stood at the piano which did nothing to allay his anxiety.
We have no idea which direction they headed.
Jackson, which jeweler did you use?
Communicating love in a way neither had ever experienced, they converged in an esoteric dance in which the world fell away.
Neither of which she could afford.
All of which is neither here nor there.
Which is more important?
She glued her attention on the doe, which was now licking life into her infant.
Which one is the Toggenburg?
The scene was total chaos, with goats dashing every which way around the field, trying to avoid the squawking chickens and the fox.
Which was the real Alex?
Which was more than I was doing yesterday, it seems.
None of which explained why Alex had stopped to see Lori first.
She touched the subcutaneous communications implant behind her right ear, which activated the communications net, and rolled onto her back.
Meanwhile, his people acted as the eyes on the ground to the regular military, most of which was exiled overseas after the war to prevent the divided political elite from seizing control of it again.
The emergency network had not been utilized, which meant that by morning one of the high-ranking men hiding underground would be on the phone to General Greene to complain about the lack of gin.
The road edged a thatch of forest past the water treatment plant and the power plant, and circled the central command hub in which she worked before leading to the main entrance of the compound.
Elise held out a meal bar, which Lana accepted.
Brady looked from the injured man to the streaks of red in the sky, which were answered by two more streaks to the north.
Brady turned to his team of five, which were gathered around the downed man.
We haven't heard back from them yet to know if there are any survivors, which means we have one team available: yours.
She waited for him to leave then checked her micro, which was still working on decrypting his encoded messages.
The keys were located all over the world, except for four of them, which were based here in the command center.
Lana glanced at her micro, which still worked on breaking through his messages.
The laser markings matched similar damage seen on the eastern wall, which they found when they circled the compound.
"I'm just happy you're alive," he said, touching her face in an unexpected display of tenderness Lana studied his chiseled features, which didn't seem capable of much emotion at all.
The administrator scan, which only the President or Vice President could run, came back with half a dozen errors.
Lana typed a message to Mr. Tim, telling him she was leaving and heading to the Peace Command Center, which was the first center beyond the Mississippi River.
Panic spun through her, and she didn't know which she feared more: Greenie finding her or the insurgency.
Her head cleared enough for her to see she'd hit one of his arms, which was drenched with blood.
The safe required the code from a key fob, which was probably in one of his pockets.
Dan leaned back into the hollow of the tree in which they'd taken refuge.
Lana looked up at the bridge, trying to determine which way it was to shore.
The nurse smiled again and studied the micro in her hand, which monitored his vitals.
Brady didn't care for power, which was why he'd always gotten along with Tim.
We'll figure out which route she took and track her.
There was no real way to know which route she might've taken.
She and the others appeared healthy, which surprised Lana.
The meat was well cooked and tender, which made up for the lack of seasonings.
Brady scanned the surrounding forest again, trying to figure out which way Lana had gone.
Two of which lead towards known emerops facilities about two to three days out.
She showed him the map, which showed the property as a forty-kilometer stretch along the Seine.
"We're looking for someone," Elise said and handed him her micro, which displayed Lana's picture.
We're trying to figure out which path she took.
Which direction do you want to go?
Lana glanced at her own palms, which were soft and slender.
Lana followed them into the medical facility after a quick look around, not recognizing the flat landscape and distant red rocks surrounding the canyon in which they'd landed.
"At first, I think it was knowing he was a black sheep like me. My sister always treated me like I was a blight on the family name. She tried to help me in her own way, I guess, which was better than what Rhyn's brothers did to him. I wanted to believe he could make it in the Immortal world, because if he could, I could, too," she started.
She twisted to face the direction from which it had come, expecting to see Gabriel. Nothing was there. The jungle around her fell suddenly still, and the possessed branches stopped in place, as if watching her.
Katie hesitated then continued onto the path Gabriel had told her to follow. She didn't know what the creature was. He looked like Andre, but Andre was dead-dead, which meant the creature following them was something else.
While not large, the Immortal underworld was separated by several different domains, two of which – Hell and Death's domain - were contained within shields no one could enter. At least, no normal Immortal or demon could enter. As a creature of both worlds, Rhyn could enter Hell, and he'd found by visiting Gabe that he was able to enter Death's domain, too.
She was in some kind of danger, which meant he was the worst guardian angel in the history of guardian angels.
The specter pointed back towards the lake. Katie slowed and watched Gabriel continue onward. She'd liked Andre above any of the Council members, but his insistence that she go in the direction opposite of which she was headed puzzled her.
The guise had been almost perfect, except for Ully's hands, which had been bony with sharpened nails rather than Ully's human hands.
Which makes me think you don't know that what she promised you cannot be.
Which is why you hope to keep the Council together.
Perhaps this had been the evil of which Death spoke.
The branch obliged him and passed him upwards to another, which stretched him as far up as it could reach. Then dropped him. Toby yelped as he fell. Another branch caught him and lifted him upwards again.
I think I could cut it away. I've tried taking off my shoe and maneuvering my foot every which way.
Her guards are gone, which means they're off tracking demons. Death is unpredictable, but if I were to guess, she's somewhere in the underworld.
The sound of something screaming wiped the smile from Deidre's face. Katie turned to face the direction from which the sound came. It wasn't a bird, and it wasn't human. The single voice was joined by several, and Katie grabbed Deidre's hand.
"He's bat-shit crazy, which is where I'll be soon if we don't find a way out of here," Katie replied.
He'd lost Lilith when Rhyn killed her and their son. He'd given up Jade, the man who held his soul, to take Katie as a mate, only to have Rhyn interfere again. Paralyzed by indecision, Kris struggled to determine which Andre would've wanted him to do: save his brother or his mate. Of the two, Hannah was weaker, but Kiki was his brother.
I'll believe it when they fish his body out of the drink, which they won't, 'cause it ain't there.
Norfolk wants to clean this up and they're looking for direction on which way to lean.
When he returned to the main room, Harrigan had left to talk to a class of grade-school children, a job at which he excelled, much to the pleasure of the others who shunned playing Officer Friendly.
One hundred fifty-six Maid Marian Lane was a neatly kept ranch to which a one-car garage had been added.
Which did you pick, Marian?
Fred O'Connor, at 74, had long since finished his working career, a calico collection of jobs which changed with the telling, none of which gave him a pension.
She rarely combed her hair, owned no more than three or four shapeless dresses, which appeared in all seasons, most of which were stained and wrinkled.
Rita wished him a nice flight the next day, pulled on a sweater with a hole through which her elbow protruded, reminded him it was after 5:00, and left the office.
The living room and kitchen, which faced to the south, provided an exquisite view of the surrounding countryside.
The top half, which might have identified the date and the store was missing as if the slip had been torn in two.
Dean had two choices, neither of which was appealing.
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