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The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
I don't expect them or anyone else to make deals with you for me, she said, hurt as much by his words as the thought that there was no one outside of Hell who wished her well.
Deidre braced herself for his violent reaction or words.Advertisement
Past-Death's words were barely audible.
The words just lay there like road kill on a summer highway.
You can always walk away, she told him, repeating the words Darkyn used to lure her into the deal they made originally.
The words swirled off the page and morphed into images of men and women.
The images faded and morphed back into words that dropped to the pages.Advertisement
More words leapt from the page.
A familiar face appeared from the words, the golden-skinned deity she nicknamed Mr. Checkmate the first time they met at the Immortal Sanctuary.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
When Dean first introduced himself, the young lady continued with her engaging smile until it became obvious she had no idea what he was saying—even after he sputtered the half-dozen words of Spanish he knew.
They had knocked heads and locked wills over the death of a Bird Song guest during the prior January's Ice Climbing Festival when bitter words were exchanged.Advertisement
Oh, shit was all Dean could think, but he willed the words to stay put.
Her words were a bucket of water on a fire, so quickly they extinguished the blazing tempers.
Is it necessary to have someone say words over us, when we already know what we want?
There is nothing so terrible that a few words from the Padre can't mend.
Adrena never minced words.Advertisement
I can get into enough trouble without people squeezing imaginary insults out of my words.
Looking back, her words did sound like a challenge.
I'm sorry; I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
We were thrilled beyond words, a monumental success.
Mark my words, what you are doing will not remain unnoticed.Advertisement
In spite of her words, I sensed she was holding back.
Betsy responded with the words I didn't want to hear.
I regretted the words as soon as I'd spoken; suggesting a lie to cover a larger one.
Better that she convey the information to Howie in her own words, and not compel me to admit what we'd been holding back information from him.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words.
Felipa looked like she wanted to eat the words.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
Her spirits did a roller coaster as she desperately watched his retreating back, and then comprehended his words.
Her voice trailed off when he glanced up sharply, obviously stung by her words.
For a moment she was shocked by his words.
Bordeaux seemed to be at a loss for words.
I answered with all the right words though I was not just a little annoyed.
First off, I don't have the words to tell you how grateful I am for what you and your guys did for us.
Finally, she was able to inject a few words.
You didn't say half dozen words.
He had this funny, prissy way of talking, old fashioned-like... using big words when he didn't have to, always trying to impress.
The words were out of my mouth without thinking.
Saying the words resurrected the near-forgotten facts; Quinn, and Martha, both dead and gone.
I wanted to remind this troubled soul of the good he'd wrought but thoughts of Betsy prevented my saying the words.
It's far easier to calmly pen the words I said than it was to say them.
Tears come to my eyes these months later as I pen these words, sitting in the comfort of our Surry, New Hampshire home with Betsy by my side.
While the last words, "sleeping, just sleeping," said prior to the interruption by Grasso seemed to denote failure, the earlier recorded observations suggest otherwise.
He whispers the telling words, "I remember."
There followed the infamous final words, "Sleeping, just sleeping."
They thought her too young to understand words like coma and deteriorating, and they accused her of lying when she said she could help him.
She opened one eye, then the other, confirming his words.
Her soulful gaze and gentle words gave him the creeps.
Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.
She knew him to be merciless, and his words only reminded her how dangerous he was.
Dusty considered her words.
He pronounced the words that would forever alter her life.
His words took her a minute to register.
Her words followed him, and he rubbed his face.
Maybe she'd hoped his parting words in the morning were serious.
If he'd been talking about any other man, she would have doubted his words.
His last words were whispered, his face red.
She felt ill the moment the words left her mouth.
Her eyes watered at his brave words, and she hugged him.
Her words sent a streak of cold through him.
She shook her head, not sure what to think of his words.
His words were hushed.
The Watcher's grim words stopped his retort.
He shouted at her, fury on his face, but his words were lost to the storm.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
He was content with his life, and yet, at her words, he remembered what it was like when he truly was happy.
Bianca didn't respond to his words.
Any resistance she might have mustered melted at his words.
His words made her heart somersault.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
The Watcher all but spat the words.
At her age, the words sounded strange.
Bitterness crept through her as she dwelled on his words.
Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.
She felt the truth in his words, perhaps because their souls had touched when they first met the day before.
None of the vamp's words made sense.
The words sounded hollow, even to her ears, and she rose.
Her words soothed him again.
Jenn dwelled on his words.
Intrigued by his words, she obeyed and stood before him.
Her throat tightened at his words.
Jule's next words were low and in a tongue she didn't understand.
His words were confident and soft.
Her words lit his blood on fire, and he eased her back against the couch, their magics swirling around them.
Something melted within him at her words.
The words died on her lips.
His words warmed her from the inside.
His gaze flared at his words, and the energy between them pulsed.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
The moment the words left her mouth, she knew her mistake.
The words were the first sign of something very, very wrong.
Damian mulled his words, waiting for more.
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.
Darian's words haunted him again, and he quickly suppressed the memories.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
His simple words turned her inside out, and yet, what would he want with a woman like her?
He gave a husky laugh at her words.
If Dustin's words were true, she'd never be welcomed into the home of any of Damian's people, not if they feared the sight of her!
She struggled to control her emotions as the words came out.
She didn't think anyone heard her choked words.
The words were too painful, and by the predatory stillness of the man across from her, she was terrified of what he'd do if she said it again.
Dusty's words floored him, and Damian couldn't help but feel hurt that his best friend hadn't told him of his suspicions sooner.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
The words were familiar, the same words he'd spoken to Dusty thousands of years ago, when he'd discovered the youth who was not yet a man on a slave trader's block, bloodied and weeping for the family he'd just lost.
His cranky words echoed in her thoughts, and she smiled to herself.
Damian managed to get the difficult words out through clenched teeth.
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
He'd heard it in her thoughts even if she didn't speak the words, and her ability to see through him as he did everyone else amazed him.
It was the first time he'd understood the words she spoke to him.
She forced the words out.
Terror washed over her at his calm, controlled words.
Damian couldn't help his smile at the words.
Damian's throat tightened at the unspoken words.
Though still arch, his tone had softened enough to show her he wasn't unaffected by her genuine words.
His heavy words broke her heart, but she respected his request and returned to Damian's side.
In the words of an Oracle I once knew, get used to it.
His words sent a chill through Sofia.
She stopped in place as Fate's words returned her.
He whispered words she wasn't able to make out then bit her again, this time hard enough for the pain to piece her dreamlike stage.
To emphasize his words, he lifted her hand and placed it over his heart.
His words struck her as true; they were the same doubts she'd had about Gabriel since she met him.
She considered his words anew as she heard her own.
Deidre had the sense of speaking a different language, even though she understood his words.
The words weren't out of his mouth before he realized how wrong they were.
It was the first real words the two had exchanged since their meeting at the mine.
Jennifer asked, caution written on her words.
He waved his flashlight in an arc above his head and repeated the two words, a quake in his voice.
There was a slight slur to her words.
Fred was referring to a coffee klatch of elderly town patriarchs whose words and advice on just about anything was often quoted in the local paper.
After a few words of greeting, each candidate was directed to stand on either side of the raised platform.
There was polite applause, a little less then followed Fitzgerald's words, or so thought Dean.
The realization struck Cynthia, too, and as neither had slept particularly well, both plodded through the early morning chores with few words passing between them.
Not in so many words, but we both knew what he was suggesting.
Jennifer paused, choosing her words carefully.
Frankly, when you cut through all the flowery words, he was a first-class con man—a rascal.
Then he smiled, no doubt remembering past times with David Dean—times he regretted similar words.
Dean's words echoed back to him, reverberating down the corridors of dank stone—then only silence.
Darkyn's words were mocking.
All it took was a kiss from Gabriel, and the words that thrilled her.
These were the words of the goddess not the human.
The human side of her hated his tone and the truth of his words more.
The words were out before he thought to stop.
His resolve lasted until she spoke, and he saw the truth of her words and the expression on her face.
She'd never heard such awesome words!
The reality of his stark words made her wonder what he would've done in the same situation.
No words would come.
As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.
The words were hard for him to hear.
Deidre's words were barely audible.
The powerful words made her frown.
Deidre's words returned to him.
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.
Coupling words with a gentle caress or lifting her into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom never failed to excite her.
It wasn't what she had said, nor would she have used those words to describe her feelings.
The words froze in her mouth as the door opened.
Shock or maybe fear put the words in her mouth when the woman answered.
The smug expression on her face would have been more irritating if her words hadn't revealed the fact that she didn't know the seriousness of the situation.
Love had a way of communicating without words.
He was always the one with the pretty words.
He always knew what to say to make people feel better – only now he couldn't talk, and even if he could, he might not be capable of the flowery words.
Alex and Jonathan had a relationship that required few words.
It sounded good in words, but applying it was going to be difficult.
The words slipped out and even shocked her.
Words weren't needed for something like that.
He drummed his fingers, obviously contemplating his next words.
It was the communication that mattered, not the words.
She smiled up at him, barely hearing his words.
In other words, making noise through your larynx isn't something you have to learn to do.
She wiped her face, affected by his words.
He forced the words out.
Wynn debated the meaning behind the words.
Gabe strode to the lectern and watched the words of the Present being written across the pages.
They leapt from the pages to create visions before him that then swirled and turned back into words.
The Oracle was quiet, scribbling words.
As he watched, the words reached the page on the right, the one reserved for the Future.
A man of few words, Gabriel hadn't gotten used to the political side of his job yet.
Surprised at the casual wisdom of her words, Gabriel was quiet.
The green fog appeared at his words.
She'd ensnared him with her laughter and touched him with her words about Death.
She'd laughed hard when he murmured to her about famous last words.
If she didn't know better, she would've read more into his words.
Despite the bitter words, there was regret on Wynn's face.
He agreed silently with Wynn's parting words but wasn't certain what to do about it.
At the tight words, she looked at him curiously.
Rhyn, whose last words to her had been to find him, if she wanted to know the full story.
A hard slap accompanied her words.
She met his gaze, dreading his words.
She almost believed Katie's words about Gabriel always loving her.
Andre's words were accompanied by a smile.
She heard the words, but they made no sense.
He spoke the words in the cool, detached tone that she recognized from their interactions at the hospital.
The words were mocking rather than encouraging.
Swiping at tears, she registered Darkyn's words as her eyes identified the dark clothing laid out on the bed.
She couldn't voice the words.
Gabriel turned the pages of the Oracle's book, watching as words scribbled themselves across the parchment, updating a chain of events that changed with every decision made by the Council That Was Seven.
Words leapt from the pages to form hologram-like images dancing over the book.
Friends and strangers alike acted out their stilted scenes before dropping onto the page as words again.
He was quiet, the words and holograms before him blurring as he thought.
Rhyn never expected to hear these words from the death dealer, who needed nothing from anyone.
He failed to make the cryptic words in any way friendly, and the cold glare seared through her.
The soft, firm words of the female in the driver's seat were the first kind ones of the day.
He rarely spoke, and when he did, people rarely failed to take his words seriously.
Gabriel knew the impact of his simple words just as he knew the impact of his appearance.
The words echoed in her head, and she walked blindly for several moments, until the cold burning her lungs made her stop.
Fury lit her insides at his calm words, as if he wasn't responsible for destroying her life!
His presence and words were as soothing as Kris's were not.
She felt herself relaxing at his even tone and the words that seemed logical enough.
His words appeared genuine, unlike Kris's.
His calm words terrified her.
He paused a moment for the words to sink in.
Sasha had told him many things before to try to break him, but this time, he sensed the truth behind the words.
His words confused her.
He spoke a smattering of words she didn't understand.
His words were accompanied by a push.
His words were controlled with effort, his body so tense, she thought he'd snap any second.
He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.
The words were loud.
Rhyn clenched his jaw, hearing the truth in Kiki's words.
He hadn't noticed until Kiki's words.
Her words were accompanied by a punch to his arm, one that merely earned her an impatient look.
His words were forced through clenched teeth.
His words were measured enough that she looked up.
He's not a man of many words, Gabriel.
Despite her anger, she recognized the physical effort he put into his words.
She took in his words, surprised he'd admit to needing a human.
Megan's words pissed her off.
She didn't fully register his words until the door closed behind him.
His words surprised her.
Gabriel's words struck hard.
At the effort he put in the difficult words, she looked up at him, her clear blue eyes vexed.
Her words surprised him.
The words struck her as odd, but she had trouble concentrating when the men launched into a three-way battle.
Her words escaped before she thought to filter them.
The words were too familiar.
He.d heard these words more than once over the past few days and couldn.t help the small part of him that agreed.
Her words did nothing to quell the anger boiling within him.
She was struck by his words, feeling as if the one person she relied upon was not only running out on her but would chop her into pieces the next time she saw him.
He looked away as his words sank in.
Her throat tightened, and in the end, no words came out.
Rhyn considered the words born of desperation.
While quiet, his words were meant as the threat she took them to be.
His words were spoken with an unusual amount of venom.
Gabriel's words and her nightmare haunted her, reminded her she couldn't let herself fall in love with him now.
She paused at his words and turned to look at him again.
Sasha.s words reminded him that he, too, had tasted Katie.
Sasha.s words echoed in her thoughts, and she tried hard to give them no credence.
The words never came, and he.d left frustrated each time.
The words were forced, and he knew she was in love with him as much as she did.
She paled at his words.
He was about to address Kiki again when Katie.s angry words hit him.
He.d wanted to continue denying the words of his brothers.
She couldn.t bring herself to voice the words out loud.
He hated those words, because he was the biggest and strongest of all Death.s assassins.
The image of baby Rhyn and Kris.s words distracted her as she hurried through the hall back to the stairs.
Katie.s words stung despite his attempt to ignore them.
Gabriel's ominous words made Kris uneasy.
Darkyn.s angry words echoed in Jade.s mind.
Jade.s words stuck in his throat at the sight of Kris.s beautiful emerald eyes.
Gabriel froze mid-strike at his words and lowered the bo.
Gabriel turned at the words, and Rhyn rose.
He couldn.t help the thought, and he dwelled on Gabriel.s words.
Her words fed at the small piece of him that didn.t want to live in Hell forever, that still thought he could go back to the Immortals and his old life.
His face was emotionless, but the impact of Darkyn.s words was unmistakable.
A torrent of nonsense escaped from Jade, a mix of words that made no sense.
Rhyn seized on his words.
Gabriel had whispered the words from her dream before facing off against Rhyn.
Katie tried to concentrate on the words, wanting to help Rhyn before it was too late.
What words had Rhyn used?
The words registered slowly.
Even as he spoke the words, he knew he'd never disregard his friend.
Talal's face fell, and he had no words to offer.
Evelyn's words were too quiet for Kiera to hear.
She tapped the ear piece as the conversation around picked up but the words faded in and out of translation.
As a fan of good food, Kiera found Evelyn's words to be quite true.
Evelyn spoke to her, her words foreign.
He stared at her with his head cocked, and she judged the words had not translated.
There was too much wrong with the woman's words, but she dumped her confusion and wounded feelings to ask, "Where has he gone?"
A'Ran knew he should chide her as he would his sisters and remind her of her place, but the words died before reaching his lips.
She couldn't register his words and tried hard to focus.
The flurry of words left before she could temper them.
A'Ran pulled his opponent to his feet, offered several quiet words, and turned his gaze to her.
Before she could be irritated by his words, he continued, "We will discuss matters later."
He couldn't speak the words.
A'Ran bit off the words.
She paused, as if searching for the right words, then continued.
His weren't the words she expected to hear.
A'Ran frowned at the truth in his uncle's words.
His words struck A'Ran hard.
A'Ran despised the words the moment he heard them.
Mansr's words had all been true.
His words made her pause in the doorway, and she faced him, frowning.
Her heart fluttered at his words, and she grew excited about him wanting the type of relationship like she'd drawn, until she saw him fumbling with the page as if to pull it free.
Mansr's words returned to him, those that wanted him to be something other than a warrior.
Mansr's words returned to him.
He watched her throughout the night's activities, seeking to judge whether Mansr's parting words were true.
A'Ran absorbed her words, which fell hard upon his ears.
He rested his chin atop her head, knowing there were no words to comfort someone who hurt so deeply and regretful that he caused this pain.
Her words floored and excited him for more reasons than one.
His words were accompanied by a squeeze on her arm painful enough to make her gasp.
His words were accompanied by a shove.
He relented and spoke, his words garbled.
Her words died on her lips as she took in the deep worry lines and gaunt features of the man before her.
The words made him smile but weighed on her.
She waited, expecting her words to please him.
She went to the window at his words.
The sensations humbled him, and he thought again of Mansr's words, that he needed to be more than an exiled war planner.
A'Ran heard Mansr's words as if in a dream.
None of their words registered, nothing but the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach.
His words stung, and any further argument died on her lips as she realized how serious he was.
Kiera looked at Evelyn, astonished by her callous words.
His words were followed by a long silence.
As she spoke, the words became easier.
Mison echoed his words, as did Jetr.
You might have to eat your words on that purchase I made of them valuable antiques!
And the puzzles in the newspaper break the words apart.
Rocking back and forth, head bowed, Edith began to touch herself, her cheek, her arms, her body, again and again, as if indicating where she had been struck but unable to utter the painful words.
I've raced through nearly four thousand words just today!
My last book was over two-hundred thousand words!
So much for all the empty words he'd been spilling to Cynthia about not getting involved, he thought.
As she read, her sister Effie mouthed the words of the note from memory.
However, as there was almost no break between words, they could never be sure the double characters were in the same words and not the beginning and ending of different words or sentences.
The room was a-chatter with foreign conversation, the words having nothing to do with national roots but the fanatic avocation of the gathered guests.
It would have been much easier if she had separated the words.
Cynthia studied the words carefully.
But Cynthia's tone betrayed her disbelief in the words she was saying.
I read Rachael's letter again but her words tell nothing of interest.
It seems strange to read these words of some of the men whose drawers have hung on my bedpost!
I don't know if she is aware of our arrangement as few words ever pass between us, but her quarters are far from mine and we will be ever so quiet in our love.
She paused, trying to find the right words.
I long to share my secret with the one I so love, but then fear and doubt overtake me before the words will leave my lips.
It was the first words spoken to him by the sharp-tongued woman since the prior Tuesday evening when she'd first purchased the letters.
However, in view of the Shipton couple's unconventional estrangement, he wasn't sure what words might be appropriate.
The words fell from my lips as softly as the tears from my eyes, I so wished the world could know of the love I hold for you.
Dean awoke Monday morning with Annie Quincy's words still ringing in his ears, and the phone ringing on his nightstand.
He answered it, muttered a few words, and hung up.
Sure. My mind isn't donating any words of wisdom that make a lick of sense.
Maybe. But she sure has a way with words.
He turned but she pressed her open mouth against his lips, muffling his words, fiercely kissing him.
Regardless of Weller's kind words, he realized deep down if he had been more understanding of the troubled woman, she might still be alive.
He was at a loss for words.
He's just forming words and sounds but the doctor is very encouraged.
His words seemed to perk up Franny.
Either his words or his soothing voice caused the woman to abandon what little self-control she possessed; she threw her arms around him, sobbing.