A few feet away, Gerry flinched.
A few feet further, in a dry grotto scooped out from the main walkway, something glinted in Dean's flashlight.
A large outcropping of rock made it impossible for a climber more than just a few feet below the edge, to see anyone above him.
A little further ahead, they glimpsed a white flash of tail as a deer bounded crossed the trail no more than fifty feet ahead of them.
A log tripped her, and she rolled partway down the other side of the hill then bounded to her feet.
A mature bull weighs over a ton and can be six feet or more at the hump.
A small, round object twice the size of a dinner plate appeared from the chasm and skimmed over several feet of grass to reach them.
A tiny bathroom off the kitchen sported a bathtub with feet, a modern commode and a sink with porcelain handles.
A tiny red haired woman, under five feet, Dean guessed, emerged from the vehicle that bore Colorado license plates.
A'Ran dropped his feet from the table and rose to face his uncle.
A'Ran pulled his opponent to his feet, offered several quiet words, and turned his gaze to her.
Abruptly the scratching sound of the crampons beneath his feet told him he'd reached the first mounds of solid ice.
After five minutes of irksome, constrained conversation, they heard the sound of slippered feet rapidly approaching.
After making sure she was asleep, he carefully slid out from under her feet and headed to the studio.
After the first several feet, the angle of the slope dropped more sharply and he was forced to move to his left to avoid falling.
Alex reached one hand down to help Carmen to her feet.
Alex stood and helped Alondra to her feet.
Alex stood and helped her to her feet.
Alex was lithe and graceful – light on his feet.
Alex was on his feet instantly, watching Josh intently.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
Amid a banging door and stomping feet, Gladys Turnbull entered the kitchen.
An unexpected heat jarred her to her core, and the earth beneath her feet shook violently enough to rattle her teeth.
And I won't share how to counter her mutation so you don't end up at Sasha's feet.
And, if she had cut the line earlier, it would have either been noticed by Shipton or he would have fallen the entire distance of more than a hundred feet from the edge to his certain death.
Any activity ten thousand feet in the sky quickly separated the properly trained from the panting wannabes.
Are you getting cold feet?
As before, even seeing her, his extra senses didn't identify anyone stood before him until he was within three feet of Jessi.
As if sensing she'd noticed, he straightened and moved away, breaking contact to stand a few feet away.
As soon as Brutus saw them, he lunged to his feet and growled at Alex.
As soon as he was three feet from her, he lost all ability to track her.
As soon as she was more than three feet away, she disappeared from his enhanced senses.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
At close to seven feet with eyes and hair blacker than night and a permanent scowl, he was what most expected Death to look like.
At six feet, two inches tall, with a slim, athletic build, he moved with the grace of a dancer.
At the sound of a new voice, Jenn pushed herself to her feet as Damian slammed the door to the kitchen open.
At under six feet tall, Logan was still almost half a foot taller than she was.
Bare feet padded across the hardwood floor behind her, announcing that Alex was awake.
Barely noticing the taste of blood on her lip, she kicked the bedroll away and scrambled awkwardly to her feet again.
Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass.
Beside the tank was a pile of split wood about three feet high and six feet long.
Besides, the last fifty feet is still straight down.
Bison can jump six feet high.
Bordeaux hit the sand on his feet, a rifle in his hands.
Bordeaux pushed to his feet and moved away from her, careful not to make any sudden movements that might be misinterpreted.
Both jumped to their feet and started around the cluster of boulders where Joseph had parked only to see the tail of Joseph Dawkins' Jeep as it bumped across the blanketing wave of wild flowers.
Burgess remained several feet away.
But I glance up and this little shit, who looked to be about twelve, is standing on a rock about fifty feet away, laughing his ass off.
By midmorning, Deidre was free. Katie grimaced as she wrapped the dismembered sleeves of her sweater around her wounds. Blood soaked the sweater quickly, and she held it over her head. Even before she stood, she felt woozy. Deidre tested herself and limped a few feet. Katie steadied her breathing to keep from dropping to her knees.
By now, more than two feet was packed against the door, though the exact depth was difficult to determine in the wind-driven drifts.
By the trembling of her body, she wasn't going to be on her feet much longer.
Carefully she moved her feet into a position with better leverage.
Carmen dropped into the chair beside the stove and pulled some heavy socks over her cold feet.
Carmen hung her coat and tugged the boots off her wet feet.
Carmen stared at her feet.
Carmen stood and backed away as the doe lurched to her feet and went into another contraction.
Carmen was on her feet again, and jumped between them.
Carmen watched with excitement as the foal's feet could be seen inside a thin sac... first one and then the other.
Claire bounded to her feet, heart pounding.
Claire just had to keep on her feet until Jenn's strength gave out.
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.
Cynthia turned on the balls of her feet, still holding the immense knife, waist-high, pointed directly at him.
Damian held out his hands and helped her to her feet.
Damian rose and pulled Dusty to his feet.
Damian stood a few feet away.
Damian struggled to lift the woman at his feet then carried her towards a tree.
Daniela hefted her to her feet.
Darian anticipated her first kick and snatched it, sweeping her off her feet again and falling with her this time to keep her from escaping.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
Dean asked as he rose to his feet.
Dean could see nothing behind him, only the slope directly beneath his feet.
Dean half-felt his way across the parking lot in his bare feet, cursing the pebbles and splashing through ankle-deep puddles at curbside before stumbling into the absolute darkness of the beach-side path.
Dean nodded his head, shuffled his feet, but said nothing.
Dean pointed out the peaks that ringed them; Cirque and Teakettle Mountains, and Potosi Peak, all over 13,000 feet, and Mount Sneffles, standing tall beyond the others, stretching 14,150 feet to the sky.
Dean stomped his feet and entered his home, for the first time absent his wife.
Dean took his wife's hand and pulled her to her feet and held her until her sobbing subsided.
Dean was already on the stairs, just about asleep on his feet.
Deidre grunted and visibly tugged at her feet.
Deidre listened to their rustling and distant cries and focused on placing her feet along the path.
Deidre shivered and paused a few feet from the deity.
Deidre withdrew a few feet down the balcony, struggling with the heat streaking through her blood and scattering her rationale.
Denton disappeared into the room, and she glanced up at her father, acutely aware that Justin was less than twenty feet away.
Despite her fury and fear, she found his presence oddly calming, like sitting in a spa surrounded by incense with her feet in a salt bath.
Destiny was sitting no more than five feet away now.
Detective David Dean sat in the Parkside Pennsylvania Police Headquarters with his feet in his lower desk drawer.
Don't trip over your own feet on your way there or anywhere else.
Donnie popped to his feet and brushed a kiss on his mother's cheek and resumed his work.
Dropping the last few feet to the ground, she regained her balance.
Dustin hopped to his feet and ran to join his master.
Each cleansing lick from the doe nearly knocked them off their feet, but they staggered close to her for more nourishment.
Encouraged by the comparison, she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the cold hardwood floor.
Evelyn smiled tightly from her position a couple of feet away, her attention riveted to the situation before her.
Evelyn was six feet tall and Romas a full head taller than her.
Fear lit her insides, and she scrambled to her feet, darting to the door.
Finally he released her, and when her feet touched the floor again, she took a deep breath.
Finally, after ten minutes of silence passed, they heard the sound of feet running down the slope on the other side of the rise above them.
Finally, it caught, and she kicked her feet as it pulled her towards the surface.
First, can you tell me if your Gabriel is about seven feet tall, with eyes darker than night and no sense of humor?
From this higher level, Dean could see a patch of the road a thousand feet below him.
Gabe climbed to his feet.
Gabe lowered himself into a crouch a few feet away, recalling the last time he'd been on a beach.
Gabriel stood carefully and pulled her to her feet.
Gilbert was soon on his feet again.
Go in the parlor and pour yourself a glass of sherry and put your feet up.
Grass tickled her feet as she stayed in place too long.
Grass tickled her feet, and she glanced down at the swath of green beneath her.
Halfway around, she dropped again, emerging back into the desert a few feet from the other portal.
Hannah looked again to the host, who pretended not to hear despite being less than two feet away.
He backed up a few feet and stopped, lowering his head and growling in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
He bounded to his feet as another paused beside him.
He changed forms in midair and dropped the half dozen feet to the ground, smelling Toby.s blood as he landed near it.
He clamped the metal spikes to his feet.
He could lie and tell them he was a police officer or sheriff and maybe squeeze some tidbit of information about recently released mom Patsy, but surely Fitzgerald would find out and tank his election ambitions, if those aspirations weren't already six feet under.
He couldn't decide if he'd be pleased or disappointed if a woman with an impenetrable mind melted at his feet like every other woman.
He crossed to the seat in front of Damian's desk and propped his feet up on the desk.
He despised her video game playing and art, instead saying she needed a man capable of keeping her feet on the ground long enough for her to focus on doing something real with her life.
He dodged the spray of dry earth and stared at the clump that fell at his feet.
He dropped her feet to the ground abruptly.
He fell back a few feet and snarled at her.
He gently lowered her feet, but kept a supporting arm around her.
He grabbed Selyn and hauled her a few feet away.
He groped his way down the path, the wind whipping his raincoat behind him, until he felt the mush of soft sand beneath his aching feet.
He guessed her to be nearly six feet tall.
He had a nightcap on his head and his feet were bare.
He hefted Kiki once again. Hannah sniffled and crawled to her feet. Rhyn hurried towards the Sanctuary, concerned for Kiki but even more anxious about making sure Katie was alive and well.
He helped Darian to his feet.
He helped her to her feet and then lifted her in his arms.
He helped her to her feet with a hand on each elbow.
He jumped to his feet and looked up at the kind gentleman.
He jumped to his feet flipping light switches and stumbling through both rooms, barely seeing still-sleeping Cynthia through eyes pinched nearly closed against the intrusive brightness.
He jumped to his feet, pulling her up.
He landed on the hard ground with a curse and darted to his feet, chasing her down again.
He launched to his feet again, this time flinging a dagger at the Other nearest him.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
He leaned back over certain death, a hundred bouncing, smashing, flying feet below.
He leapt to his feet before he was fully aware of his surroundings.
He lifted her to her feet.
He lifted up a bit to see her feet and found the answer.
He looked at the floor and shifted his feet.
He looked down at her feet, and after noting she wore sneakers said, "You up for a little hike first?"
He lowered her feet and gently pushed her against the wall beside the door.
He lowered her feet to the ground and she limped toward the sound of water.
He lowered his arm enough to see his determined brother, unsteady on his feet with one arm in a sling.
He lowered the woman to her feet and pushed her behind him.
He moved forward and took her arm, pulling her to her feet.
He moved to Damian's side, grateful his brother would soon be back on his feet.
He moved woodenly to lift the body at her feet and walked away, disappearing into a portal.
He paused a few feet away, before the door was whipped open.
He planted his feet and dropped the rope in an effort to help her up.
He planted his feet firmly and made ready to spring.
He propped his feet up and checked his watch.
He pulled at Fitzgerald's arm and tugged him a few feet away.
He ran until his pounding heart drowned out his pounding feet.
He released her and stood, helping her to her feet.
He rolled over, springing to his feet and lunged at Alex.
He rose and hauled her to her feet, all but dragging her into the hall.
He sat a couple of feet from her.
He set the iPad he carried on a totaled machine a few feet away without coming closer.
He shifted and lowered himself feet first into the hole.
He shone a light in her face before hauling her to her feet.
He spit blood and pushed himself to his feet.
He stood a few feet away, eyes on the blood.
He stood and brushed the sand from his clothes and then helped her to her feet.
He stood atop nearly 11,000 feet of mountain gazing in wonderment at the spectacular view below him as he strained to catch his breath.
He stripped off his shirt and flung it then tossed all his weapons in a pile at his feet before seating himself once more.
He took her hands and helped her to her feet and then swooped her into his arms.
He took her hands and helped her to her feet, his voice becoming soft and gentle, his gaze mystic.
He tried not to think of that sad time, instead blinking away dark memories and focusing on the snow at his feet.
He tucked his hands in his back pockets and shuffled his feet, the color in his face deepening.
He twisted it and unleashed a kick that knocked his opponent off his feet and sent the sword flying.
He was close to seven feet tall, with chiseled features and eyes as black as eternity.
He was in his stocking feet, snowy boots left by the back door after his day at the library and museum.
He was standing a few feet from her, outside the kitchen.
He was taller than average, over six and a half feet, built like a rock with wide shoulders and tapered abdomen and hips beneath a jumpsuit similar to those worn by the prisoners.
He was the first to his feet and dragged her up the beach.
He went on to add judiciously that elevation changed Mother Nature's rules about the weather every few hundred feet.
He whirled at the all too familiar voice and sprung to his feet.
He wobbled on his feet and shook his head.
He yelled Cynthia's name as he stumbled ahead until he reached the wind-driven surf splashing at his feet.
Her added weight, though slight, caused the parking lot gravel to cut even deeper into his aching feet.
Her balcony was several feet from the edge of his.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
Her breathing quickened, and she sought to break the entrancing spell before she began mewling like a cat at his feet.
Her fall was brutally interrupted by a rock ledge about five feet down.
Her feet felt swollen and fiery.
Her feet skidded out from under her and she spun around, clutching desperately to the limb, twisting into a sitting position and sliding until she was sitting before him.
Her feet were cold on the wooden floor, and she'd caught herself looking down many times to see if she made grass grow here, too.
Her feet were swollen and shredded, as she expected.
Her first impression was confirmed—the men in the room were UFC material, all well over six feet and solid.
Her heart leapt then dropped to her feet when she realized a man like that didn't call.
Her heavy boots trampled one of his feet, and he pried his from beneath hers.
Her mother made it to her feet and flung something at her.
Her position at the table shifted as the program grew more complex; she dropped her feet to the ground and leaned forward, taking in the rapidly changing situation.
His attention shifted to her, their bodies separated by less than two feet of space.
His eyes fell to a toaster on the dresser with two socks resting beside it, as if waiting for their turn to warm her feet in the morning.
His eyes went to the bag at her feet.
His eyes were dark and warm like Bianca's, his frame just over six feet and still lanky, though he showed signs of starting to fill out.
His features paled and he bounded to his feet while the guard still spoke and motioned to two men at his right.
His feet were cold, and he was hungry.
His gaze settled on the body at his feet.
His gaze went from the sky to her to the body at her feet.
His gaze went to the body at the Black God's feet.
His huge feet splashed through the wet snow, slinging it at the goats.
His lean build gave the impression that he was tall, but he was only five feet nine inches.
His scent and heat, the warmth of his magic, the heady sensations of being so close to him … She concentrated on placing her feet and not on his body.
His shirt and tie were in place as usual and Mrs. Lincoln was curled up on the bath mat at his feet, fast asleep.
His sweater, jeans, and trench coat were all of high quality with his heavy boots dwarfing her feet as hers did Toby's.
His tucked waist and hips were clad in dark brown, his feet bare.
I can't stand this any-more—come on, let's put our feet in the brook!
I clung to her, trembling with joy to feel the earth under my feet once more.
I didn't come here to throw myself at your feet for a place to stay.
I don't know - one with a tail and four feet - a cat, but not a tom cat or a polecat.
I had no shoes for my feet, no coat for my back.
I have nightmares of waking and finding you dead at my feet, and now you are trying to make them real.
I so hope you will sweep me off my feet and take me away from my sad, lonely life straight to fairy-tale land.
I'm an Immortal, and Gabriel has moved on after thousands of years at your feet.
I'm not afraid of him, just because he's twelve feet tall and can bench press me with his toes.
I've yet to meet one who could have me mewling at her feet the way you mewl at Claire's.
If he brought her more fish tomorrow morning, she'd have rope enough to reach the cliff edge ten feet above.
If he thinks I'm going put those stupid things on my feet and swing down there like some mountain goat, he's crazier than I am for coming out here in the first place.
If nothing else, we can bury motion sensors a few feet away, if you think the Others will sense anything close to the portal.
If the radar was working, the soul would be within a few feet of him.
Ignoring his whines and growls, she grabbed his feet and rolled him over so that he was lying on the sack.
Ignoring the acid tone, Gabriel sat in the chair a few feet from him.
Immediately he was on his feet, accepting her hand.
In a flood of tears and half-controlled sobs she got to her feet, and handkerchief to her face, dashed across the room toward the entrance.
In his mind's eye Dean could picture climbers rappelling downward in great lunges, covering many feet in long swings, reaching the bottom in but a few mad leaps into space.
In the hall beyond, most of the murmured conversation was taking place as feet tromped around the house.
Infatuated by the carpet, she kept her feet bare.
Irritated, she pulled her feet up and crossed her legs beneath her.
Isac shouted as he struggled to remain on his feet.
It is thrown across the gorge at a height of two hundred and fifty-eight feet above the water and is supported on each bank by towers of solid rock, which are eight hundred feet apart.
It seemed like a long time, but was probably no longer than fifteen minutes before the mare lunged to her feet, snapping the cord.
It settled into the grass near the prisoner's feet.
It shot off the counter, hitting the block wall and bouncing off to roll across the floor and stop at Carmen's feet.
It surged up through his feet to his head, making his whole body tingle as the planet welcomed back its king.
It swiped at her, and she backpedaled, hopping to her feet.
It was a good 15 feet to the bottom from the ledge she was on.
It was a rough circle about four feet in diameter.
It was a single occupant transport ship whose passenger stood several feet from it and looked familiar from a distance.
It was as if every fear he'd ever encountered paled before the idea of descending even a few feet closer to the edge that yawned before him.
It was barely more than 500 feet taller than her house at its peak.
It was enough to get her out of debt and on her feet in California.
It was hard to ignore him when he was only a few feet away.
It was time to stand on her own two feet.
It's a full-size motor home—around 32 feet, she guessed.
It's several feet beneath the ground - -far enough for us to forget you quickly.
Jackson opened the door; the wolf lumbered in and collapsed at his feet.
Jackson sat away from her and motioned with his hands to put her feet up.
Jenn approached as if in a dream, struggling to stay on her feet with the earth's shaking.
Jenn focused on the sound of her breathing and the placement of her feet on the trembling ground.
Jenn grated her teeth and climbed to her feet, wishing Bianca was there for another of her healing charges.
Jenn leapt the last few feet to the level ground.
Jenn struggled to her feet.
Jerome Shipton was scarcely a dozen feet lower, off to his left.
Jessi saw what Toni saw, but she wasn't going to drop at Xander's feet.
Jonny's feet crunched in the snow until he reached the rocky area on the west side of the mountain.
Jule had moved and collapsed in a heap a few feet away.
Jule pulled her to her feet and half-carried her out.
Jule vaulted to his feet and spun before a knife could catch him.
Jule's opponent was standing in her headlights, staring at her, while Jule's body rolled to a stop a few feet away.
Just under seven feet tall and muscular, he wore all black with weapons strapped to various parts of his body.
Just under six feet tall, wide-shouldered and lean, Darkyn's youthful appearance was framed by short, dark hair.
Justin was on his feet immediately, placing himself between her and the intruder.
Katie hauled Hannah to her feet and pulled her through the doorway, across the bedroom, and into the hall.
Katie pushed herself to her feet, remembering what pain a pissed-off Hell-creature could cause.
Katie trailed her into the stately Georgian mansion and glanced down as the polished wood beneath her feet creaked.
Kiera climbed to her feet, barely caught herself from hitting the fountain with the next great tremor of the ground, and bolted for the door.
Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.
Lana sat as soon as he released her and started to her feet again, only to feel a hand planted in her chest that pushed her onto her back.
Lana was knocked off her feet.
Lankha retrieved a small satchel from its bed and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her feet, withdrawing small vials and balled gauze.
Letting her gaze fall to her feet, she shuffled them around.
Lifting her feet so that she lay in his arms, he smiled down at her.
Like the seventh and last wave that shatters a ship, that last irresistible wave burst from the rear and reached the front ranks, carrying them off their feet and engulfing them all.
Little feet pounded across the living room into the kitchen and Destiny interrupted them in an excited voice.
Made of material softer than silk, the black dress she wore pooled at the top of her feet.
Maybe it was cold feet, as Katie had said.
Mrs. Watson appeared thoughtful before she pushed herself to her feet and hobbled to the couch.
Mustering his strength, he leapt, tearing the woman out of the attacker's grip and rolling several feet with her.
Near hyperventilating, she bent over and drew in deep breaths until moonlight revealed the dismembered hand near her feet.
No brush grew within three feet of the fence.
Now the jeep road was closed, as it had been since early fall and would remain so until June, locked in its privacy by several feet of accumulated snow.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
One carried me in his arms so that my feet would not touch the water.
Or hear her or smell her or sense her, unless she's standing within three feet of me, Xander said in irritation.
Panicked in the darkness, he bounded to his feet, tripped, and landed hard on his face.
Pete threw his feet over the wagon seat and dropped to the ground.
Pierre removed his feet from the sofa.
Rainy started to his feet as she rose, and she stopped.
Reaching high and taking a firm grip on the rope, she lifted herself, clamping the rope between her knees and letting her feet rest on the piece of broomstick.
Rhyn gasped and struggled to sit. Kiki's still body lay a few feet from him, the ocean lapping at his brother's feet. The Caribbean night was humid and warm, and the moon large over head.
Rhyn ignored Hannah's approach, and Toby shuffled his feet.
Rhyn.s heart dropped to his feet, and he looked at Katie.
Rhyn's jaw clenched, and he looked up at the sky. He stood and hauled Kris to his feet, indicating the forest.
Romas and Evelyn were already several dozen feet down the flowered path.
Ryland raised his feet for Cynthia to clean beneath him and said, "Edith's gone back to her husband."
Sarah tucked her feet beneath her.
Sarah was asking Elisabeth about her art when she stopped mid-sentence, spotting her feet.
Satisfied that she looked proper as a new bride, she pushed her feet into yellow sandals and headed for the reception room.
Scaling the wall once again, she dropped to her feet and was still for a long moment, using her senses to see if anyone was there.
Scrambling to her feet again, she stumbled to shallow water.
Several squeals and grunts were instantly heard at his feet, but the Wizard could not discover a single piglet.
She allowed her feet to touch the bottom and stood.
She blinked away tears and forced herself to her feet.
She bounced to her feet and searched the dresser she'd already searched earlier.
She breathed deeply of the moist night air and relaxed, stretching her feet toward the edge of the porch.
She buried her feet in the sand to keep them warm.
She came to her feet, stretching her body to its maximum height.
She caught up to him at the door, surprising him with the quiet of her bare feet on the carpet and gave him a hug from behind, burying her head against his back and holding on for a long while.
She continued in that fashion until she was a good fifteen feet off the ground.
She crouched, catching sight of a guardsman several hundred feet away.
She darted for the barn, the kid's feet dangling like limp ropes.
She darted for the pitchfork and he caught her mid-stride, lifting her off her feet.
She darted to her feet and threw one of her daggers.
She dashed on bare feet to intercept him, catching him with an index finger in the back of his belt.
She didn't see one woman under six feet tall or any man who didn't tower over six feet.
She entered, stomping her feet to clear her legs of snow.
She felt like she stood at the door of a plane fifteen thousand feet in the air getting ready to skydive, only she didn't remember packing a parachute.
She floundered to a sitting position, then her feet, cringing as she struggled upright, the sting in her wounded knees bringing tears to her eyes.
She found a supply room and acquired several pairs of boots, fully knowing she'd come back with wet feet every time she left.
She glanced down absently at the tickle of grass against her feet.
She had a laser gun, even if she couldn't hit a target two feet in front of her.
She had changed to the white dress, the one she'd worn to dinner that night and the hem touched the tops of her bare feet, which pointed downward.
She held him until he quieted, helped him to his feet and then to the sofa.
She held the shoes next to her feet.
She hopped to her feet and darted back the way they came.
She hopped to her feet and shoved Jule's arm away, pulling Darian to the ground beside her.
She hurried to her feet and continued, heart racing as she ran through the city towards her home.
She jumped, surprised to find the Black God a couple of feet behind her, staring at the scene.
She kicked her feet and swung at him with her fists.
She knelt beside the fish and unwrapped them with a grimace, cheered to find the section of rope nearly five feet long.
She lay in his arms, gazing up at him until he gently lowered her feet to the ground.
She let go, dropping into a heap on the ground then vaulting to her feet and running.
She lunged frantically again, dragging Brutus nearly four feet this time.
She lunged to her feet and grabbed the pitchfork.
She made sure he continued walking then swung herself over, dropping ten feet on the other side.
She may have been a duty for him, but he'd been so much more … and Anshan… Her gaze went to her cold feet again.
She opened the back door and in bounded a large Borzoi who rushed to Elisabeth and stood on his hind feet, resting his front legs on her shoulders, and then licked her face.
She plopped down in the chair and pulled her socks off, holding her feet up to the stove.
She pulled away from the warriors and dropped beside him, more comfortable on the ground than trying to navigate the shaking earth on her feet.
She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the death dealer's glare.
She pushed herself up, reaching into a pocket for a food and water cube. Gabriel took her arm and pulled her to her feet. She nearly choked on the cubes and swallowed them whole, struggling to keep up with the death-dealer as he darted into the forest.
She ran, crying out as glass shredded her feet.
She rested fully against him, shaking too hard to stay on her feet.
She rolled and leapt to her feet.
She rolled onto her back and swept his feet from beneath him, pouncing.
She sat for a moment until her wobbly legs were strong enough before forcing herself to her feet.
She scrambled to her feet, drawing her sword.
She scrambled to her feet, gaping at the tall figure in the doorway.
She settled on her belly a couple of feet away, glaring at him.
She slid her feet into clogs and left the room, meeting Ully just outside the girls' locker room.
She slid her feet into plain sandals provided by the convent along with her plain sweats and T-shirt.
She snatched the piece of grass from her mouth and scrambled to her feet, feeling the blood burning her neck and cheeks.
She squealed and he lowered her feet to the ground, gently pulling her close.
She staggered to her feet again and hobbled to a large rock.
She staggered to her feet and tried a voice still scratchy.
She stared at her feet, gnawing on her lower lip.
She stared at his chest, not looking up until he stopped a couple feet from her.
She started to rise but Fred O'Connor rose to his feet.
She stepped back and held the pitchfork ready as he scrambled to his feet and headed for the door.
She stomped her feet like a child in a tantrum.
She stood on wobbly legs and all but dragged Toby to his feet.
She stopped a few feet from the entrance, debating whether she should just leave, until she heard A'Ran's name.
She stopped and gazed around, spotting a small dirt trail a few feet away.
She struggled to rise and Alex helped her to her feet.
She swung her legs around and firmly planted her feet on the ground before accepting the hand he offered.
She swung out and at the precise moment, let go, holding her nose and plunging into the water feet first.
She threw the covers back and rolled out of bed, gasping when her bare feet hit the cold floor.
She twisted to pull her feet onto her bed and choked back a scream.
She twisted, one knife drawn before she recognized Darian's dark shape crouched over her feet.
She vaulted to her feet, adrenaline flying through her.
She walked down the beach opposite the party, gaze alternating between the ocean at her feet and the full moon climbing into the sky.
She was a few feet into the lake, coughing and sputtering.
She was about to object when the disc beneath his feet levitated and launched them into the air.
She was barely on her feet and debated whether or not she'd get up to turn off the light or fall asleep right there.
She was but a few feet beyond where he stood.
She was hauled to her feet and she blinked, struggling to keep the pain at bay.
She was lifted to her feet and Bill spoke to her in a calm voice.
She watched, astonished, as it carefully cleaned her feet without hurting them and then slathered on oil from one vial and wrapped them in gauze.
She wondered if she had died, for she seemed able to see the conversation occurring from a dozen feet away, as if she were watching television instead of involved in it.
Sheet-covered, her remains lay in Dean's office, only feet from where she had lain naked against him so short a time before.
Sitting down with a book, she propped her feet up on the table and relaxed, calmed by the sounds of the ocean and the warm sun.
Six inch high strappy heels adorned her feet.
Skidding, half on his feet, half on his seat, he had negotiated a hundred yards further when a glowing flash brightened the sky to the north.
Sofia bit back a retort and forced herself to her feet.
Some I have seen, sixty or a hundred feet long and thirty feet broad....
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.
Someone grabbed her and lifted her to her feet.
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
Sometimes, the souls they sought were a few feet from the ones they claimed.
Sometimes, you need to acknowledge the path at your feet and just go with it.
Somewhere in the garden a bee buzzed and someone shuffled their feet.
Sure. He was like those guys in the musicals—loveable rogues who roll into town and catch the eye of the local star-struck gal and sweep them off their feet.
Surprise was replaced by anger and concern as he vaulted to his feet, intent on ensuring his men were safe.
Swords flashing, they sprinted towards her and the center of the city only to be brought down by a flurry of arrows a dozen feet before her.
Talon hauled her to her feet, holding her up by one arm when she wobbled.
Talon shoved her back into the valley with a snarled threat under his breath, and she hurried out of the trough again, breathing hard by the time she'd clambered twenty feet to the top.
The angel ignored her and dropped beside her, wringing his hands helplessly. The blond woman dangled over the widening chasm, clutching Katie's hand. She braced her feet against the side of the chasm and walked upward, until Toby could grab her belt. The angel pulled hard, and Katie pushed Deidre on top of the angel, who yelped.
The attackers reached her as she sat in stunned stillness at Taran's feet.
The black fortress and dark skies made her heart drop to her feet.
The boy shuffled his feet, looking down at the ground.
The chasm appeared to Dean to be a hundred feet or more to the river below.
The churning sea below was littered with jagged rocks that looked small from her perch a hundred feet above them.
The earth would drop from beneath his feet and the sun pierce his soul.
The edge of the highway to Dean's left, absent any guardrails, was a drop of thousands of feet but the roadway suddenly leveled and then climbed sharply over a rise before continuing downward.
The escape was less than stealthy, and it was impossible to tell if there was more than one pair of feet.
The explosions were coming faster, and he launched to his feet, ignoring the bruises and scrapes along his side.
The flight out on Friday night had been a comfortable few hours spent at thirty-odd thousand feet, sandwiched between a cloud-covered countryside and a starlit sky.
The forest outside his windows grew dark, and he forced himself to his feet.
The frozen sea beneath her feet was the color of tar, the black clouds above paused mid-swirl around a pop of blue sky in the storm's center.
The furious part of her wanted nothing to do with letting him admit she'd won until he was mewling at her feet.
The Gargoyles were very small of stature, being less than three feet in height.
The girl at Jonny's feet was still alive.
The glow from the flashlight barely illuminated the next few feet of inky darkness as the two youngsters crept along the dank passageway.
The halls grew wider, and the stone turned to carpet beneath her sore feet.
The helicopter lifted away before Brady had two feet in its belly, and the soldier holding her strapped her securely into a seat in the rear while the two of them stood with nonchalance in the center.
The helo teetered, throwing Brady off his feet.
The highway to Pagosa Springs followed the San Juan River up the pass to the top of the Rocky Mountains while side streams, arush with melting snow, ice cold to the touch, cascaded down from the roof of the sky, thousands of feet above.
The icy water tickled her toes as it leaped over her feet and danced around the rocks.
The last thing she remembered was sitting down on the bed to tug her wet jeans off her bare feet.
The man before her – a Watcher by his glowing green eyes and the Original Watcher by his unusual height of nearly six feet – was smiling.
The material hugged the natural curves of her body, pooling at the top of her feet.
The minute his feet touched the ground of the immortal world, he heard shouts.
The obelisk was twenty feet away.
The ride starts out fairly flat and then climbs—Wolfe Creek Pass at 10,850 feet, Poncha Pass at 9,019, Fremont at 11,318 and finally Loveland Pass at 11,992 feet.
The robed man didn't fall to her feet unconsciously as she planned but stared at her in surprise.
The robed man scrambled to his feet and darted for the door.
The rocks were deceptively sharp and the coldness of the water increased the sensitivity of the soles of her feet.
The run was eight feet high and had a top, so they wouldn't fly out and nothing would get in.
The sack and dog moved about two feet.
The second spell hadn't hit yet, or he wouldn't be on his feet.
The snow crunched under their feet and the icy carried Katie's words back in a cloud of steam.
The snow fell straight from the sky without the wind and was soft and fluffy beneath her feet.
The sound of waves rushing the shore and the firm sand beneath his feet indicated its location a few yards from them.
The ten feet to the top felt like it took hours, though the sun had barely risen when she finished.
The third time that he thrust out the weapon there was a loud roar and a fall, and suddenly at his feet appeared the form of a great red bear, which was nearly as big as the horse and much stronger and fiercer.
The two men first boarded chair lift number ten and ten and a half minutes later were eighteen hundred feet higher than Fred and Donnie, at nearly eleven thousand feet elevation.
The unidentified male was seven feet tall, dark hair, with eyes that glowed like a vamp's.
The vamp shook his head as he pushed himself up from the ground a few feet away.
The vehicle careened down the block, narrowly missing a mail truck that honked its irritation, and sped around the corner before Dean had staggered to his feet.
The vision disappeared in a moment, after someone stepped in front of Dean and helped him steady his legs and rise to his feet.
The walls were made of uneven, massive stones, the same kind beneath her feet.
The white dress scarcely touched the tops of her bare feet and fitted her perfectly.
Then she got up and stood very still, as if listening with her feet for Mildred's "thump, thump."
Then she joined the fun, leaping and lashing her feet into the air as she twisted her belly toward the sun.
There was a body at his feet.
There was nothing at all within a few feet of him, aside from knee-high wild flowers waving happily in the spring breeze.
They drove him to his feet, and he ran, his body torn apart from within.
They seemed unconcerned that their feet were buried in snow.
They slopped forward, feet sloshing the muddy floor, no longer trying to avoid the water that oozed in rivulets down the narrow passageway, back toward the entrance, now out of sight behind them.
They were all over six feet, all engineered for power, agility, and endurance.
They were going into the black water, hundreds of feet beneath them.
They were simply very tall – all well over six feet.
They'd traveled several hundred yards when Dean saw it, nearly covered by brush and invisible from all but a few feet away.
They're pretty light on their feet for being so big.
They've got a plate on the sole so your feet don't get numb and they hold on to the pedal better.
This time, she paid no attention to the shale or placing her feet right.
Three Others with glowing purple eyes stood several feet away, frozen in surprise.
Thursday's storm had roared into town with uncommon severity, bringing with it not only more than two feet of fresh snow, but a wind that set the white stuff a-dancing and swirling about the town, like a wild rhumba or some native fertility rite.
To listen to her talk, you'd think he was six feet tall and bullet proof.
Toby squealed again and bounced to his feet, beginning a whirling dance.
Toby was too shocked to move, while Katie scrambled to her feet.
Toby's pattering stopped, and she looked up, startled to see a massive man a few feet away.
Tom DeLeo continued doing legwork on the Wassermann case, a curious jurisdictional mess with the Federal boys in charge but legions of local flat feet in scattered municipalities doing their grunt work.
Toni walked into the apartment like it was a catwalk, pausing every few feet to primp and pose.
Two bolted to his feet at the unfamiliar voice.
Water dripped off her into a puddle at her feet.
Water splashed as Keaton strode toward her and strong hands gripped her arms, lifting her to her feet.
We went down a hundred and twenty feet in an elevator that we might see the violent eddies and whirlpools in the deep gorge below the Falls.
We've got about three feet of snow out there that needs shoveling.
Weller had tromped through several feet of snow and was white to his thighs.
Weller put his feet up on the coffee table and took a long swallow.
What's your excuse - or is it simply your slow southern way that makes you drag your feet?
When he could finally focus through the black of the night, he plodded forward, feet wallowing in the soft sand like a boat in a heavy sea.
When her feet touched the ground, she gazed up at him.
When they approached the area known as The Drinking Cup, the road narrowed and barely clung to the rock wall, a breath-gulping overhang hundreds of feet above the river.
While only three feet apart, the space felt immeasurable.
Whoever kept her from falling swept her off her feet and placed her again on the hospital bed.
Why don't you curl up on the couch and get your bare feet off this cold floor?
With a clatter and scrape, the rocking chair turned on its side and skid several feet across the porch.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
With planning and diligence, his business would be on its feet in a few years and she would be working in the pediatric ward at the hospital.
With the town's elevation near eight thousand feet, plenty of snow was to be expected.
Wolfe Creek Pass at 10,850 feet was unlike anything Dean had ever seen and easy wasn't the description that came to his mind.
Xander swung his feet down and strode through the apartment and down the stairs to the ground floor, intrigued by who dared try to push their way into his apartment.
Xander was in the kitchen, a few feet away, still gazing at her in a way that told her he really didn't know what to think.
Yes, I despised the son of a bitch, especially after he grabbed my wife's breast ten feet away from me.
You know how I feel and I'll be darned if I'm going to grovel at your feet.
You need to get off your feet.
You'll also need rope, not cut from your outside clothes line, but a couple of lengths of one-hundred and fifty feet each of 9 or 10mm line.
You'll be on your feet in no time.
Yully floated several feet off the ground, radiating power.
Yully forced herself to her feet and strode through the house to the garage.