The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
"Oh, Russ," she forced the words through constricted vocal cords.
Augustine records that this idea blew his mind (or words to that effect).
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
After you have written three or four words, you can put them together, can you not?
She chose her words carefully.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
In her words, "Go now so you can be back before dark."
There you go, putting words in my mouth again.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.
The words were curt.
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
Her words trailed off at his raised brows.
He tried to speak but it took a few moments before the words were understandable.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
The words of formality trailed off as she stared at the room.
Still, his next words were the most gratifying of all.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
In 2007, Google researchers estimated there were one hundred trillion words on the Internet.
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: Do you know the Abbe Morio?
He was right, of course, but his harsh words were like salt on a raw wound.
The words weren't out of my mouth when we heard his door open and footsteps retreating down the hall.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
"Well," said the teacher, "you can write words, can you not?"
There was a regretful accent in the creature's voice, and at the words all the other dragonettes sighed dismally.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
When he finally broke away, the words escaped her mouth.
"Don't you come near me," she said, horrified when the words were torn by a sob.
Now we are certainly on the fuzzy edges, a place where words, often fuzzy in their meanings, begin to fail us.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
Those final nine words stuck in my mind: Since it might be possible, it must be possible.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
Her own words bounced off the wall and came back as a flash of memory and imagination.
At her words, his face paled.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
Hearing these words Jim resolved to conquer his alarm.
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
If I did not know the words and idioms necessary to express my thoughts she supplied them, even suggesting conversation when I was unable to keep up my end of the dialogue.
On the shelf I arranged the words, is, in, wardrobe.
It is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the few Latin words which he has heard.
The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face.
She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
She could not understand them, but tried to guess what he was saying and inquiringly repeated the words he uttered.
Carmen recoiled from her words and the hatred.
In other words, shut up.
She carefully drew the outline of a truck around the words on the top.
Not in so many words.
"I'm scared," she said, and her voice verified her words.
I want you to accept that you belong here, and I want to hear the words.
We can spend eternity together and you never say the words.
Why are the words so important?
The words would mean nothing to her at that point.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
I learned a great many words that day.
If only she could understand their words.
But no words came from her mouth as she lay there, mesmerized by his ardent expression.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
As I was writing these words, my ten-year-old son came in and asked, "What are you doing?"
Was it some kind of rhetorical flourish, just words that sounded good?
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
As soon as I could spell a few words my teacher gave me slips of cardboard on which were printed words in raised letters.
And read I did, whether I understood one word in ten or two words on a page.
The actions of Napoleon and Alexander, on whose words the event seemed to hang, were as little voluntary as the actions of any soldier who was drawn into the campaign by lot or by conscription.
He recalled all the words spoken at that first meeting with Potemkin.
Dron came and confirmed Dunyasha's words; the peasants had come by the princess' order.
The words sliced through her disguise, stabbing into her heart.
He said something, repeating the same words several times.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
Felipa looked like she wanted to eat the words.
His condescending tone was as annoying as 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.
The words sounded confusing, even to her.
Her heart leaped and then plunged with his next words.
Bordeaux seemed to be at a loss for words.
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.
I can get into enough trouble without people squeezing imaginary insults out of my words.
Looking back, her words did sound like a challenge.
My books and pages were rattled off quickly while Martha had pointed to twenty different words listed in a large dictionary.
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.
In spite of her words, I sensed she was holding back.
I finished my discourse with a request for words of wisdom.
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.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said, having trouble getting the words out.
"God, you scared me!" were her first words as she came to the bed and clutched my hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.
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.
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.
"I'll find a way to save her," he said, stopping at her words.
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.
Darian spoke in hoarse, sob-punctuated words.
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.
"Not that I want you around," she added, not expecting her own words.
"Original Vamp," Jule said, barely registering the creature's words.
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.
At his words, a rush of cold magic filled her.
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.
"I love him, Jule," she said, admitting the words for the first time.
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.
"You are recorded," he stated, reading the words.
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.
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.
She jumped at the harsh words.
Fate's words returned to her.
She heard what was behind his message, the cunning edge Darkyn didn't try to hide behind pretty words like Wynn did.
His words struck home.
The knowledge made her want to scream, knowing she'd spent years blindly letting him talk to her like this and encourage her with pretty words, while he ensured the tumor in her head killed her.
Her throat tightened at the words.
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.
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.
It was the night he provoked her and forced her to say the words that brought her world crashing down.
Past-Death's words were barely audible.
The truth of his words made her last meager attempt at resistance melt.
"I'm yours, Darkyn," she said the words in a hushed voice.
Deidre studied her, hearing the carefully chosen words.
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.
Oh, shit was all Dean could think, but he willed the words to stay put.
The words just lay there like road kill on a summer highway.
Her words were a bucket of water on a fire, so quickly they extinguished the blazing tempers.
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.
"I'm in charge," she said, in a tone that spoke anything but what the words said.
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.
"He would have killed you," she said, but there was no conviction in her words.
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.
"Wait for –" Cora's words were swallowed by the shock of the cold water.
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.
Carmen sighed contentedly, remembering the gentle warm voice as it said those words the first time: "Come to daddy."
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.
"Gabriel is Death," Deidre said the words carefully, slowly.
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.
"All things come to me eventually," she said, quoting the familiar words.
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.
"You need only say my name, and I'll come to you," he grated at last, as if the words cost him a hefty bet.
The words were loud.
"Back off, Kiki," he growled, knowing the words were true.
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.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words.
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.
"How can you be like this, Kris?" she asked, unable to stop the angry words.
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.
"Wise words from a wise man," Kris said.
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.
Jade.s pulse leapt at the words.
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.
"What is this instinct about Ne'Rin?" he continued, alerted by her words.
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 th