A batch of muffins burned in the process but things began to return to normal after Ryland indicated Edith was feeling better and had apologized for her actions.
A burning sensation began in her throat and she realized she was going to heave.
A cold feeling began in the pit of her stomach.
A couple of blocks away, I crawled into a horrible alley and began to cry out.
A queasy feeling began in her stomach.
A slow waltz began playing and she closed her eyes, imagining the bright sunlight and flowers bursting from swollen buds.
A warm touch began to arouse Dean.
Absorbed by the sight, she began to think he left as quietly as he arrived.
After a few false starts, things began to move along pretty well as the evening proceeded.
After a moment of thanks, they all began their meal.
After a short wait, the four were seated in a booth and began to work on chips and salsa as the adults ordered drinks.
After filling the coffee pot and setting the timer, he began turning out the lights.
After lunch, Cynthia borrowed a practice from Fred as she began to make a list of her own.
After milling about until nearly nine o'clock, the entire group began to trek up to the ice park and, as Claire Quincy put it, view this craziness.
After the guests had drunk quite a little of it, they began to talk foolishly and sing loudly; and some of them went to sleep.
An image of Darkyn appeared forefront before the images swirled and began to play a disjointed movie.
An uneasy feeling began in the pit of her stomach.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
And he began beating and pulling her about so!
And suddenly his bosom heaved with sobs and he began to cry.
And when he had blessed them, all began to sing; and the whole forest was filled with sweetness and joy because of their wonderful melodies.
Andre didn't return. Katie waited longer, until the chill of the night dried the sweat that'd covered her since they began running earlier.
Another morsel of info emerged over ice cream and brownies as the sun began coloring the west.
As Dean began to search the cards, a teenaged boy entered with a girl no more than 16 or 17 hanging on his arm.
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
As he began to ramble on about Mrs. Langstrom's cooking, Mrs. Lincoln jumped down and stood on hind legs, stretching up the young man's pant leg.
As her eyes began to glass over, he played softer until she started to nod off.
As if on cue, the crowd began to break up, with cheerful groups moving to various positions around the circle.
As Ryland closed his door, the Quincy sisters came out of the parlor and began climbing the stairs—Effie with a cheery 'good night Mr. and Mrs. Dean,' and Claire with tight-lipped silence.
As she walked, she began to wonder how to train a wild animal.
As she watched Cora, Deidre began to think she'd missed a lot over the past few months despite trying to pay attention to the human world.
As the group pulled into the parking lot at Mountain Village, the upper portion of the ski area, Donnie began to look nervous for the first time.
As the weather improved, the goats began kidding in earnest.
At sight of his lost treasure, the merchant began to dance and shout for joy.
At some point, the tears stopped and sleep began.
Awed by the power she had over him, she began to understand the extent of his solitary existence for the millennia of his life.
Before I could answer Jackson, he began questioning.
Betsy retrieved her computer and began powering it up.
Betsy spotted the web site and began monitoring it daily.
Bird Song's parlor began filling with guests whose canceled activities put them in a what-do-you-do-next? mood of bewilderment.
Brady began to recall why he never liked Charlie that much in the first place.
Brady began to sort what supplies they needed and handed off a list to another soldier.
Brady repositioned his weapons so he could help and began slinging debris away.
But cogent thoughts were few and he began to feel like an empty-nested squirrel facing a long, tough winter.
But the old man, finally, with much reluctance, agreed to re-figure the amount stolen when Dean began to ask how frequently deposits were made and offered to check bank records.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
But their wayward helper finally arrived, stomping off snow and apologizing profusely as the others began gathering their mountain of gear and leaving.
But then, in the quietness of the night, he began to hear beyond the door, the muffled but clear sounds of lovemaking.
Cade dropped into a chair and immediately began to put away the food.
Carmen began the tour as if it were a documentary.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
Casually, he began leading the horse along the ravine again.
Comfortable in the plush office chair, she propped her feet up on her desk and continued to sketch until the picture began to look as she wanted it to.
Connecticut and Rhode Island were ruled out and we began to concentrate on New Hampshire.
Connor began to recount the story until Jackson stopped him.
Connor began to rub his temples as she turned away.
Connor returned and began videotaping the scene.
Cora began weaving through the crowd.
Cynthia and Fred began to nod their heads, understanding what Dean was saying.
Cynthia began grilling cheese sandwiches for a quick supper.
Cynthia began slicing the potatoes in the pot.
Cynthia began to quietly cry out of sheer frustration while Gladys Turnbull snored loudly.
Cynthia gently prodded the woman until Edith Shipton began to relate her story, speaking in almost a monotone.
Cynthia leaned over as they drew near one and tried to pet it, but the cow moved away a few steps and began grazing again.
Cynthia looked a bit misty-eyed as she rose and began picking up the dishes and turned to her son.
Cynthia looked at him and began to nod her head, considering the possibility.
Cynthia reached over to stroke Mrs. Lincoln as the cat began adding a steady purr to the conversation.
Cynthia reluctantly put the notebook aside and the couple began to carry the fresh baked goods and other breakfast items to the dining room.
Cynthia suggested an outdoor barbeque for dinner and Dean began preparations in the late afternoon.
Cynthia then began listing the different numbers that had been utilized.
Cynthia took Edith's place on the sofa and began folding the ancient underwear.
Cynthia took up a pencil and paper again and began listing the different letters but almost as soon as they'd begun, they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
Darian began to cry, and she held him tighter.
Dean asked with a smile as the others began to follow the orders to leave the room.
Dean began buttoning his shirt.
Dean began getting ready for bed; the day's skiing had taken its toll.
Dean began packing up to leave but Mayer drew him aside.
Dean began to fill the suitcase and Hunter helped him by folding the suits.
Dean began to float back to sleep, half content in the thought that the storm might wash out the steamy, unseasonable humidity.
Dean began to have a sinking feeling about who had paid for the room.
Dean began to peel away her soaked clothes, half expecting her to wake and scream bloody murder that he was raping her.
Dean began to protest but she crossed to her bedroom and slammed the door.
Dean began to shuttle back and forth to the dining room, helping Cynthia.
Dean began to slowly pace the room.
Dean began to walk in the opposite direction from which they'd come.
Dean didn't answer quick enough before Fred began eating his pie.
Dean muttered an agreement as he began to open Dawkins's bureau drawers, more out of a nosy nervousness than anything sinister.
Dean picked up the hall phone, and resting the phone book on his lap began calling lodging establishments.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
Dean said, jumping up and charging toward Baratto, who began to backpedal.
Dean started to protest but his wife began carrying the packed ornaments from the room and asked in her sweetest tone if he could remove the now-dried Christmas tree and finish a short list of Bird Song chores she'd drawn up earlier.
Dean took her arm as they began the slosh home.
Dean turned to his wife as Ryland and his son began packing his gear.
Dean, in turn, began trying to remember the time sequence in his own mind.
Dean's heart began to race as he caught sight of Cynthia and Martha at the edge of the rocks near the edge of the path leading to the entrance of the Lucky Pup.
Deidre stepped forward to take it, and they began walking down the path.
Disbelief and sorrow crossed her face as she began to understand her options.
Distracted, Gabe began to think about how he might be able to save Deidre using the powers of Death.
Donnie had paid no attention to their conversation but having tired of his puzzle, picked up the notebook of letters and numbers and began to study it, turning the binder page by page.
Donnie shook his head "no" and began listing the letters as Cynthia had suggested the night before.
During the quiet time she'd had since then, Deidre began to think she'd made a bad bet.
Each letter, written in excellent penmanship, began Dear Annie but there were no accompanying envelopes and no addresses.
Edith began to cry, but once again wouldn't answer.
Edith began to unpile the rest of the clothes, half-slips, long drawers and top coverings that Dean assumed were forerunners of bras.
Elisabeth's body began to move under the duvet, as if she were stretching.
Even this became less and less intelligible until the time when Miss Sullivan began to teach me.
Fancy me carrying a turkey along the street! said the young gentleman; and he began to grow very angry.
Finally he sucked a couple times and then began searching again.
Finally, when she decided he wasn't there, she began to cry.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he began the fifteen-minute walk back to the awaiting problems of civilization.
For the first time since being attacked, my mind began to access what happened and try to formulate a coherent response.
For the second time that night, she began to think she hadn't drunk enough whiskey.
Fred began eating his cereal, with a serving spoon, a sure sign he wanted to accelerate the process and get on with the day's activities.
Fred began pacing the kitchen.
Fred began setting the small kitchen table.
Fred began sorting through his papers, taking his time, building the suspense.
Fred began to pick cat hairs from his blue suit.
Fred grumbled, but Dean just slapped his back and began to whistle, as if he didn't have a care in the world, while his mind turned like a racecar piston on the final lap.
Fred ignored Dean's response and began to scratch his head in thought.
Fred nodded and began writing on his pad.
Fred O'Connor's eyes lit up and his wheels began to spin.
Fred plunked down in a side chair and began sorting through his notes like a professor beginning a lecture.
Fred pulled out his notebook and began scribbling.
Fred reached for an ever-ready pad and pencil and began making a list.
Furious at the idea, Gabe began to wonder how the reincarnated Deidre made it this far without being slaughtered by one of her many enemies.
Gabriel began to beat up the dummy again.
Gabriel began to see the Ancient's plan as well.
Gabriel rose and began pulling weapons from the wall and planting them on his body.
Gabriel rose, furious once more, and began to pace.
Gabriel stayed on the beach until the sun began to set.
Gently, the healer began its trade.
Gladys Turnbull button-holed two of the climbers and began holding court on one side of the room while devouring a logging crew's share of Cynthia's Toll House cookies.
God," he said, as it began to sink in, "and now he's dead!"
Grabbing an armful of the hay they had packed around the supplies in each wagon, she dropped it on the sand and the mules eagerly began devouring it.
Hannah sat and began talking about Paris again to an audience eager to hear her.
He adlibbed a ridiculous story of wanting do a magazine piece on Shipton and began to flatter the listener, saying he was recommended as a prime source of accurate information.
He and Fred began chattering away about past bargains found and Internet profits reaped.
He apologized and began to explain what happened.
He avoided her gaze and began wrapping her foot.
He began drinking the scotch fast, hoping to find some reprieve.
He began first a short ascent, then a drop to a sharp curve he nearly missed, causing him to reduce his speed further.
He began helping her by handing her the clothes.
He began his ritual of locking up and putting out a bowl of canned cat food for Mrs. Lincoln, who came on the run at the sound of the refrigerator door.
He began humming the school song as he watched the play.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
He began massaging the stiff muscles.
He began pounding his fist into his hand.
He began to ask about his enemies who had been hunting him.
He began to believe Kris was right about the bloodline of his mate's family.
He began to feel a little lonesome.
He began to feel very sad.
He began to fumble with the ring of his harness.
He began to look through the wallet.
He began to pace the room.
He began to pace, nearly screaming into the phone, "Where is she?"
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
He began to talk court order so Dean backed off, thanked him and left.
He began to think Death was right—he was going soft.
He began to think more and more that raising Andre was worth breaking the thousands of Immortal Laws it cost.
He began walking down the road before Fitzgerald could protest further.
He began working at his teeth with a toothpick.
He circled the wall calendar and began to make a list.
He clapped his hands together, lifted a decanter of liquor and began pouring.
He closed his eyes briefly and began loosening his tight grip on the line, readying himself to rappel downward.
He drank deep and long until she began to grow woozy.
He exhaled and began to pet her, still amazed at how thick and soft her fur felt.
He grabbed a butter knife and began spreading jelly on a biscuit.
He grabs 'em where he can find 'em, she answered as she began to coo and squirm.
He had been with her since the world began its plummet into chaos, and she hoped he remained at the other end of the network until the world righted itself.
He had nearly finished this last task when a low growling was suddenly heard and the horse began to jump around and kick viciously with his heels.
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.
He leaned over the seat and began rummaging through his backseat accumulation as the vehicle began to slide backwards.
He leisurely began to trace a finger along the elastic waistband in search of a telltale imperfection he could locate on a later date, giving identifying confirmation to his theory.
He loved poetry and soon began to write poems of his own.
He must have reached an arm across the warmth next to him and her nearly soundless mewl began his slow but steady rise to the surface of consciousness.
He nodded as she plopped down at the desk and began to sketch on the paper, explaining as she drew.
He plopped down on one of the wooden chairs, oblivious to Cynthia who sighed and began wiping up behind him.
He pulled out a fingernail clipper and began clipping his nails, sending little white crescents flying about the room.
He returned to his rocker, sipped his beer and began to patiently answer the barrage of Fred's questions about his day's activities.
He rose and began pacing the room as Dean stopped by and proceeded to bend Dean's ear how this was the day he and Paulette were to receive a firm offer on the Lucky Pup property.
He rose and began to pace, the first sign of his anxiety.
He rose and crossed to the fireplace and began to bank the fire as the hall clock struck eleven times.
He said nothing but withdrew a communications device and began issuing calm commands to his men.
He seldom offered an opinion, much less began a conversation.
He set his coat down on the counter, and her hands began to tremble.
He slapped the hat back on his head, took a deep breath and began to slowly walk toward the water.
He started the Scout, and with a belch of smoke they began moving forward.
He stopped Fred when the old man began to excuse himself.
He swung his ice ax into the wall in front of him, dug in the toes of his crampons and began to ascend toward Dean.
He then crossed to the table and began poring over his notes.
He then took a deep breath and began work on her under things.
He touched his lyre and began to play the accompaniment.
He tried to snooze but only managed a wink or two before the plane began its descent into Norfolk.
He turned and without hesitation, began the short ascent to the mine without even inquiring about directions.
He turned the Jeep at the far end of town and began following her.
He turned to Fred as he began dishing it up.
He was as skinny as a stick, in his early twenties, and his long blond hair hadn't seen scissors since he began his transcontinental trek.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
He was resigned to quietly reading a book until Mrs. Porter the housekeeper showed up a day early, accommodating a family wedding, and Dean's peace began competing with the sounds of a vacuum cleaner and Mrs. Porter's radio music, even worse junk than Fred's usual selections.
He went to the sink and began attacking the pile of dirty dishes as he pondered how they would tell the young girl her world was about to flip upside down.
He whipped open the door to the living area and began placing his weapons around his body.
He'd paid in advance for two assignations after he began to suspect there was a traitor in his organization. The second had been for Katie, in case she couldn't be reasoned with.
Her body began to morph back to human form, so Connor grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her.
Her body began to shake, and her hands were clammy.
Her breathing quickened, and she sought to break the entrancing spell before she began mewling like a cat at his feet.
Her eyelids began to flutter.
Her hands began trembling, and she moved quickly to put one of the chairs in the living room between them.
Her heart began to beat even faster, and she pulled free the laser gun.
Her heart fluttered lightly as she met his gaze, and began to pound as his hands slid up her arms in a gentle caress.
Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound in her ears.
Her lip began to tremble.
Her mental wheels began to move again as she grappled with not only what he'd done, but why Andre and Gabriel – who knew the truth long before she did – chose now to have it revealed to her.
Her nerve began to frazzle.
Her skin began to flush until it was pink enough to look human rather than the sleep of the dead.
His eyes began to glow again.
His eyes began to twinkle again.
His heart began to slow its impossible race.
His heart raced as he began to sense what he would find.
His heart raced as he rose and began to claw his way up and to his left.
His lips quivered and he began to cry.
His mind foggy with pain, Jade began to humor thoughts he.d previously rejected.
His rapacious hunger built as his fangs began their descent.
His wounds began to close up before his eyes.
Horrified, Katie watched the battle from her dreams as it began.
How the dream began, she couldn't remember but she was in his arms and he was gazing down at her, his expression as bland as usual.
Howie immediately began asking who needed more wine though our glasses were full.
Howie took a deep breath and began.
Howie's body began a strange movement we knew to be his effort to move more rapidly.
I began to wonder if Martha would ever get her baby back!
I confirmed that she had temporarily began working but something else has come up so she should expect another lull.
I heard an infant baby crying, Brenda moaned as she too, began to cry.
I ignored his question and began to list all Howie had seen during his uninvited visit.
I knew no human saw me that night and yet the dogs of police received information on me and began snapping at my heels!
I think so, but she began asking questions so quickly she didn't give me time to ask.
In a panic I began to crawl toward the front door.
In a voice quaking with fear, she began to sing.
In the past, a scientist began with a surmise or hunch and began gathering data to prove or disprove it.
Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.
Instead he mounted his bike and began the long climb up the hill, killing time before his Thursday night date.
Instead, a faint memory began to play.
Instead, Rhyn began to wonder where exactly his mate would fit in.
Intrigued by the new scents, she began opening bottles to smell them.
It began to mist, just enough for his windshield wipers to skip and hop like a tap dancer as he reached his destination.
It began with a glance as we passed each other the first time, a smile the next two or three laps, and then a pretend rest stop.
It began with the digits 3-2-5, indicative of a Ouray number.
It began with the Rhode Island boy who disappeared last September.
It said nothing more but ducked its head and began to clean the human with its long tongue, shuddering at each lick.
It was only a matter of time before someone began to connect our tips.
It was plunk, plunk, plunk as little pieces began falling in place.
It was then he began the slow realization that it was not his beloved wife who spooned against his back in nakedness, sharing his bed!
It's almost ludicrous what ultimately evolved to how it began.
Jackson actually began to feel a little respect for the guy.
Jackson began ripping down the sheets and knocking over the partitions as he yelled for Elisabeth.
Jackson began taking notes.
Jackson began to accept his fate and found comfort in the fact that none of his victims remembered his attacks.
Jackson began to feel calmer.
Jackson began to recount the whole story and with all the "Oh my Gods!" and "You're kiddings!"
Jackson began tossing pieces of bread.
Jackson embraced her and stroked her hair as she began to weep.
Jackson set up the score, took a deep breath and began playing.
Jackson slammed his fists on the counter, then began pacing.
Janet arrived, mumbling apologies as the guests began coming downstairs to breakfast.
Jarred from her thoughts, she began filling a tube with blue icing.
Jeff began lugging his gear toward the door.
Jennifer began snapping her small camera at the first vista until she realized she'd used more than half the roll.
Joseph asked Fred for a marker and cardboard and began making "No Trespassing" signs, signifying he planned a visit to the mine later.
Just as quickly, a picture of Cynthia Byrne began crowding his mind.
Just then, the man waved the cop away and began moving toward the pair, but not before giving a nod to second man Dean hadn't noticed.
Katie frowned. In the course of a day, Gabe had gone from emotional to unaffected when discussing Death. He was distracted, and she felt like she was talking to someone completely different. Blaming herself for taking his mind off of their survival, she fell silent and followed him. Briars and branches caught her pant legs, and she found herself slowing to push more and more of the jungle's flora out of the way. Gabe, too, began to struggle with the bramble, and she noticed the jungle no longer laid their path before him. Instead of clearing away to allow them passage, it stayed where it was, obstructing them.
Katie sighed as she began pealing the potato.
Katie's mouth dropped open, and she began to realize something was very, very wrong.
Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.
Kiera's chest clenched as she began crying again.
Kris and Kiki both looked towards the sky when the thunder began. They'd both given their jackets to Hannah, whose step was growing slower the farther they went into the jungle. Kiki muttered but didn't openly bitch, probably knowing Kris had no patience for anyone insulting his mate.
Like a sunken object freed from the ocean floor, Dean began to ascend to the surface of wakefulness.
Logic began to drift back into Dean's thought process.
Lydia Larkin continued to stare, then shrugged and began filling her glass.
Martha began to pace the room.
Martha bit her quivering lip and began to cry.
Martha rose and began to pace across the room, putting one foot toe to heel in front of the other, as if walking a tight rope.
Miss Sullivan began to teach Helen Keller on March 3rd, 1887.
Music began to play, and with the first chord, Jackson recognized the accompaniment to Etta James' "At Last".
My wife was biting her lip and tears began seeping down her cheeks.
Neither said a word as the hall clock began striking midnight.
Neither said anything while Dean began to clear the dishwasher from last evening's meal.
Nishani didn't resist when he wrapped his arms around her but began to cry the soul-deep sobs he remembered from his youth.
Nishani took the hands of his youngest sister, Talal, and began to speak, animated compared to the serene women of his world.
No image appeared on the screen, and she began to wonder if A'Ran would respond, even to her.
No longer hungry, she began to wonder how many other people she'd faulted over her lifetime.
Occasionally they ran across small herds of cattle and she began to realize how large his ranch actually was.
Of the time when I began to read connected stories I shall speak later.
Once I figured that out, it all began to fall into place.
Once into the woods, she began to relax.
Once they were gone, Elisabeth began to pace.
One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words.
Pain streaked through her, the kind of pain with no physical source. Katie began to cry, unable to see an end to her ordeal that would mean she – or her baby – lived. She hugged her stomach and sobbed for the loss of Rhyn, her own life, their child's.
Past-Death began walking again.
Patsy Boyd Cynthia took one look at the note and began to cry.
Pleased with herself, she began to think being human wasn't going to be so hard.
Pushing the plate aside so the food would cool, he began slicing the rest of the roast.
Putnam stayed in the cave so long that his friends began to be alarmed.
Range after range of mountains began with a mixture of sharp green that gradually faded until the last range was wrapped in the haze of distance.
Rita began to clap in appreciation of his performance.
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.
Ryland listed his address as Grand Junction, Colorado and indicated he'd stay at least through the weekend when the ice climbing festivities began in earnest.
Scooting the chair closer to him, she began to read.
Secondly, I realized when we began this venture; it would have its run and then be over.
Several hours after Deidre walked through the portals back to Atlanta, Gabe's soul radar began working again.
She beat him with her fists until finally her vision began to fail.
She began as she had been taught, focusing on her form.
She began counting and then reached over to the end table for a pencil and paper.
She began testing them quickly with her micro.
She began to cry, her sobs muffled as she leaned forward against her arms.
She began to cry; something my wife almost never does.
She began to examine the wound.
She began to marvel at the world around her again, something she hadn't done in days.
She began to moan and sunk her nails into my back until we finally flopped back in exhaustion.
She began to protest but he stopped her.
She began to rock vigorously.
She began to see what he meant.
She began to steady her breathing and focus, so she could draw a portal when they were gone.
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.
She began to unfasten her long braids.
She began to wonder if he made it out of the castle.
She began working on her lap top vigorously.
She began wringing her hands.
She bit her lip and began to fumble with a small purse.
She carefully began the trip down the tree.
She chose a trail that appeared to head in the general direction she wanted to go and began walking.
She closed the journal and began her preparation.
She discreetly began to dig through the other messages.
She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet.
She gave him a quick "don't look" which he ignored as she turned and began to dress.
She had a ton left and began sifting through her drawers for jeans.
She left him alone in the dark with his thoughts, and he began to understand more how his friend Rhyn felt in a world that was pitted against him.
She looked him in the eye, silhouetted in the glow from beneath the door, the only light in the nearly dark room, and began to undo his belt.
She looked once more at Dean, turned, and began hobbling down the road to her car.
She looked up at her husband as he began to dress "It's as if she's done something wrong and wants to talk about it but doesn't know how."
She placed the form in front of her on the counter and began filling it out.
She plunked in a chair and began to sob.
She powered it up and began comparing her notes with the cases cited in the article.
She reached over and picked up the translated pages of Annie Quincy's notebook and began reading aloud.
She registered nothing but darkness and cold for a while before the cold began to fade, and the night behind her eyelids lightened.
She relaxed and began to enjoy the evening.
She remained standing and began to pace about the room.
She replaced the sweater and began hunting in earnest.
She returned to the row house just as the sun began to burn off the mist and the blue sky appeared in the distance.
She sat and began playing with the buttons to see how they affected the holograms.
She sat with her head on his shoulder for a moment then began to weep softly.
She saw smoke moving across the sky a moment before the helicopter rolled and began its sickening maneuvers again.
She shook her head and began to cry once more.
She shook her head free of pointless thoughts and began dusting.
She slumped and began crying for her friend.
She smiled and began to hum, ever so quietly.
She started to say something but just bit her lip and began to cry.
She stood and began removing the plates from the table.
She stopped and stared at the door, then began pacing again.
She then closed her eyes and began to cry.
She tipped the hourglass, and black sand began to spill.
She took a deep breath, rose, and began to walk the sunny room.
She turned and began pushing them out of the room and closing the door.
She turned away, covering her face, and began to cry.
She walked for half an hour, until rain began to trickle through the jungle overhead. Andre didn't reappear.
She was silently thanking the heavens for rescuing her, until one of the men in black entered the garage and began shooting the downed men a second time around.
She went there for two summers, until she began turning everything she touched into something else, and her father was forced to pull her out of school at the age of twelve.
Shipton leaned to his right and began to chip away at a large outcrop of ice directly above Dean, laughing as a loosened piece tumbled downward, striking Dean's exposed head, nearly knocking him senseless.
Shipton swore and began to fumble with his line to rappel again, down to the now injured and trapped form hovering below him.
Shipton, sensing now that Dean had not simply fallen, began to work at the ring on his harness where his line was secured.
Shivering, she began to run again on the trail. She heard the fast moving stream long before she reached it and paused to catch her breath on its bank.
Slowly she extracted the knife she'd found and with her long and lovely fingers began to methodically cut away at the line.
Snaking her upper torso over the back of the seat, she began to shift her weight toward the back of the car.
Snapping it open, she pulled out a dresser drawer and began tossing things in.
Sneering at Jackson in disgust, Victor stood in front of Elisabeth and began hitting her, first with open hand and then backhand, sending her head flailing from side to side.
Somewhere in the distance a meadowlark began its melodic whistle, and a hen sang industriously up by the house.
Stricken, she wrapped her arms around her knees and began to cry.
Suddenly the threads that moved them began to slacken and become entangled and it grew difficult to move.
Sunday began with a lost boy who we located in a local forest but was found by the time we called in the tip.
Taking the risk, she began to type.
Tears began to spill down her face as she understood the depth of Gabriel.s pain.
The boys across from Kiera began giggling.
The brief pain turned quickly into pleasure intense enough that she began panting, her hands roaming his body.
The cab-horse gave a nervous start and Zeb began to rub his eyes to make sure he was not asleep.
The children's game broke up and Martha began to don her coat to go home but Cynthia coaxed her to stay for supper.
The clock ticked loudly, and Tommy Jones, who was standing up for the fourth time, began to feel very uneasy.
The cook began running hither and thither in the passage like a frightened hen, just as Alpatych entered.
The crowd cheered as one and the parade began.
The dark eyes began to twinkle and the smooth lips slowly twisted into a wry smile.
The Dark One's mysterious search for something past-Deidre left behind began to make sense.
The day Jonathan went to camp, she began working on her plan.
The doors lining the halls were unmarked, and she began to suspect her plan would fail fast if she had to open every door in the hallway.
The first time I heard mention of the name was when the litigation began.
The flames leaped up at once and the bonfire began to smoke and roar and crackle just as the great army of wooden Gargoyles arrived.
The girl in front of her began speaking.
The girl understood and began to clear them.
The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien.
The hand pushing against his side was covered in warm blood, and Lana's panic increased as Brady's body began to relax.
The ice climbers smiled politely but one by one began to make excuses about leaving for dinner.
The inmates began cheering.
The keypads had to be delivered somewhere safe, though she began to wonder if anyplace really was safe.
The kid began crying and she waited, ticking off her mental to-do list to see where she'd start.
The kid was crying and began tugging on her coat.
The land and space battle sprung up before him and began to spin.
The little company began its long journey.
The most curious looker, who sat at the first desk, scurried to an empty desk three stations away and began rummaging through the drawers.
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 officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
The others agreed readily to this sensible suggestion, and at once the boy began to harness Jim to the buggy.
The partner, the younger of the two, began to circle to his left.
The room began to spin, and she grabbed the edge of the sink.
The smile began in his eyes, then touched his lips, and finally the dimple appeared.
The snow began falling before dawn, drifting down with an urgency that heralded a serious accumulation.
The snow began falling harder, and he met her gaze again finally.
The storm ended with the same abruptness it began just as the Deans commenced the trip down the mountain, glued to the water-soaked seats.
The storm raged on around them and finally began to abate.
The temperature was in the high teens but as the sun began its ascent it felt far warmer.
The two began their struggle anew.
The wild dogs were gathering around the circle of light now, and two of them boldly began to devour Penny.
The woman turned away and began walking down the street, leaving Faust with a disappointed look on his face.
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
Their issues faded into the background as they began preparing the house for the new babies.
Then Caedmon, with only the cows as his hearers, opened his mouth and began to sing.
Then everybody began to feel frightened.
Then he began to nail them on.
Then he began with the first word on the first page and read the first story aloud without making one mistake.
Then she began cleaning the family room.
Then the chief cook began his song.
Then with great labor he began to widen the passageway.
Then, about the middle of the day, it began to grow dark.
Then, as if on cue, the phone began to ring.
Then, sensing the need for their privacy, she moved to the far room and began shuffling books.
Then, thinking better of her quick response, she began to pick at her fingernails.
Then, with her back still turned toward him, she unfastened the drape cord and began tying the knot.
There began the intimate gathering of five distinctly different individuals, and the unique results of our brief weekend cohabitation.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
There was a chill, but once Dean began warming his muscles he felt comfortable in this familiar posture.
These were motionless at first, but soon began to flicker more brightly and to sway slowly from side to side and then up and down.
They began a surreal dance of body and mind that left them both dizzy with passion.
They began beating against their cell walls, and the lights flickered again.
They began the arduous climb, puffing in the high elevation for ten minutes until the trail leveled and opened to their left.
They began the drive back to Ouray with Cynthia snuggled against him.
They began the long descent, hand in hand.
They began to wonder if there were no people to inhabit this magnificent city of the inner world.
They continued to watch as the children began tossing small stones at their floating treasure, trying to halt its progress, when the sound of a horn startled them.
They dripped streams of water as soon as the sun began its business, the remaining moisture forming dragon-teeth icicles as soon as the cold air touched the droplets.
They each brought two in and began cleaning them out.
They had rated each other highly in the entanglement, and by mutual consent began repeating the performance regularly.
They kissed tenderly and Jackson began to relax.
They moved Alex's office upstairs and began work on the nursery.
They reached a compromise and Baratto began to half-tell his story until Dean found an all-night truck stop, miles north of Parkside.
They responded and began to relax.
They snuck around and found my name and began to push me, claiming public interest, national security, and all that bull shit.
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
Three weeks after she began working for the Giddons, they had the pool filled.
Toby began to panic and pull, and the jaguar lowered itself farther to the ground, planting its back legs and jerking the boy towards the forest.
Toward dusk the cannonade began to subside.
Two hours remained before the last of the day's celebrations— the Jeep flare parade down the mountain, followed by a massive fireworks display—so after finishing supper, the Deans began playing catch up with Bird Song's chores.
Two of the young ice climber descended the stairs and began gathering their suitcases and gear piled by the door.
Ully cursed as he moved to seek cover from the downpour. Safe beneath his jungle roof, Toby watched him. The brave, cheerful Ully that sat with him in Hell seemed lost in the underworld, and Toby began to suspect there was another reason their jailer, Jared, had freed them.
Venom replaced saliva and his jaw began to ache.
We agreed on an allowance figure and she began working in earnest.
We began to have fun together.
We had scarcely arrived at the Perkins Institution for the Blind when I began to make friends with the little blind children.
We'd sort of made a pact that our lives began when we met each other so the past wasn't discussed much, if at all.
Weller smiled and began counting off on his fingers.
What we heard shocked us as Howie began to speak.
Whatever the case, Natalie began suckling as soon as the nipple was in her mouth.
When he began pouring the second glass, both guests said, "None for me, thank you."
When he did not immediately set her down, she began to wiggle.
When his mind finally began to return to reality, he worried that he might have hurt her.
When Howie ran dry, we began discussing reasonable explanations for what he was seeing.
When the crowd began to break up in earnest, she took her husband's arm and led him to their kitchen where a chicken pot pie was still bubbling on the table.
When the darkness came, they too began to be alarmed.
When the helo circled the rocks, she began to suspect they'd picked up her transmission.
When the mare began pushing again, he pulled down gently, twisting the foal a little.
When the next company of Gargoyles advanced, our adventurers began yelling as if they had gone mad.
When the Revolutionary War began he was one of the first to hurry to Boston to help the people defend themselves against the British soldiers.
When they heard that Arion had a large sum of money with him they began to make plans to get it.
While Cynthia began serving breakfast, Edith Shipton emerged, looking as if she'd had little sleep.
While he hated even speculating about a child murderer, it was the first time Shipton's attempted killing began to make any sense.
With another look down, she found her first foothold along the side of the cave and began to climb.
With heart racing he began to sense what he would find beyond.
With that odious chore behind him, Dean began to formalize his notes on yesterday's interviews.
With the help of a footman Tikhon brought in the bedstead and began putting it up.
With this he began walking in the air toward the high openings, and Dorothy and Zeb followed him.
Yet as the world began to open beyond her little circle, she realized that he had been open about his interest all along.