A door slammed down the hall and Katie sprinted into the room, hugging herself.
A few glanced her way, and Lana braced herself.
A woman has a right to protect herself – any way she can.
A woman identified herself as Mrs. Fryatt and asked if Martha had telephoned today, or if we'd heard from her, or from her mother, or anyone else concerning Martha.
A woman killed herself in my inn.
After a thick moment of silence, she forced herself to continue.
After chores, she went to bed and cried herself to sleep.
After her father's funeral Princess Mary shut herself up in her room and did not admit anyone.
Again she found herself hoping Gabriel took her soon.
Again she had abandoned morality and shamed herself in front of him.
Again she had allowed herself to be put in a precarious situation.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
An hour later she found herself staring vacantly into the fire again.
And now she had put herself in a position where she would be alone with him in the car.
And she'd never demean herself to that man.
And why did she always have to make such a fool of herself?
Any pain she caused was going to be short lived and quickly fixed, when she revealed herself to Gabriel once more and told him they could be together.
Anyway she finally got so lonely and depressed that she locked herself in her room one day and shot herself.
Anyway, she's just a stray that wandered up one day and attached herself to us.
As much as she hated herself for feeling it, she needed his touch to calm her.
At his disappointed expression, she gave herself an attitude adjustment.
At last, she forced herself to lie down and tried not to think of the man named Jule, whose soul still lingered.
At least now they'll have real heat, she thought to herself.
At least she's casting herself as a minister's wife and not a soiled dove.
At the time when I became her teacher, she had made for herself upward of sixty signs, all of which were imitative and were readily understood by those who knew her.
Because I should have dragged her to a shrink or someone who could have talked some sense into her, or at least watched her more closely-protected her from herself.
Betsy absented herself, feeling it unfair to listen if the other couldn't.
Betsy was beside herself with frustration when she heard what mayhem our nemesis had wrought.
Bianca righted herself and carefully straightened the blonde, panicked by her pale features.
Bianca wrapped herself in a towel, cold.
Bracing herself, she stepped into the hallway.
But she might need to know how to defend herself.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
By the next day she was ready to resume her normal activities, but Sarah insisted it was Saturday and she should take some time to enjoy herself.
Carmen assigned responsibility for that to herself because she didn't notice early enough that Destiny was sick.
Carmen disentangled herself from Destiny and urged her to lie down.
Cautiously she moved forward, allowing herself a peek at this amalgam of evil, this seducer of virgins, who had so ravaged her body.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
Could she make it across the lava field by herself?
Crossing the threshold into the bathroom, she paused to look at herself in the mirror with a grimace.
Cynthia busied herself with the notebook once again.
Cynthia excused herself and retreated to the kitchen, leaving well-meaning Brandon Westlake with a what-did-I-say-wrong look on his sun beaten face.
Cynthia turned and propped herself up on an elbow.
Cynthia was definitely not herself.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
Dean felt a pang of sympathy—a child herself about to bring a life into the world.
Dean knew in time, he'd get over the sudden death of Edith Shipton but he also knew the fact he failed to stop her from killing herself would remain with him forever.
Dean turned to Cynthia who tried to busy herself picking up snack dishes from Fred's evening refreshments.
Deciding to use the sun to orient herself, she detoured around several dense patches of blackberry bushes.
Deidre braced herself for his violent reaction or words.
Deidre braced herself, hoping not to feel the warm energy of his magic.
Deidre felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
Deidre found herself leaning into his solid frame without resistance, entranced by the combination of his hot, hard body and cool fire on her swimming senses.
Deidre hugged herself and padded down the hallway, her heart flipping in her chest.
Deidre hugged herself, disturbed.
Deidre hugged herself, hearing the unasked question about their deal.
Deidre kept her thoughts to herself, growing more distressed with the visit.
Deidre pushed herself up carefully, unable to take her eyes off of Gabriel.
Deidre pushed herself up to see his face.
Deidre sank to the floor, not trusting herself.
Deidre stopped herself from pursuing.
Deidre tried to ignore him, afraid reacting would only draw more attention to herself.
Deidre walked deeper into the forest, wrestling with herself mentally.
Deidre was silent for a moment, wrestling with herself.
Deidre went back to the mirror and gazed at herself.
Despair washed over her, but she forced herself to concentrate.
Dorothy was herself anxious to get home, so she promised Eureka they would not stay in the Land of Oz much longer.
Edith allowed herself to be led back to her seat.
Edith Shipton took the garment and held it against herself.
Elisabeth stood, hugging herself.
Even if she couldn't kill the next swordsman that came for her, she could buy herself some time.
Even when she knew she was dreaming, she couldn.t wake herself up or shake the fear that this time, Rhyn wasn.t going to come.
Faced with the reality of the situation, she paced in front of the door, arguing with herself.
Failing to make herself understood, she would become violent.
Fashioned by Death herself, the dagger was immune even to magic as strong as Rhyn's.
Flinging herself on the bed, she sobbed out the anger and hurt.
Floating in the shocking cold, she oriented herself in the darkness.
Food had become an overlooked stranger, and she'd found herself leaving her studio only for the bathroom and the bedroom.
For Brady, she told herself.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
Gabriel glanced at her and straightened. He handed her more food and water cubes then motioned for her to seat herself by the fire.
Gabriel had been, and she was furious at herself for not taking him more seriously and for choosing to accept Darkyn's deal instead of taking a chance with Gabriel.
Glancing down at herself, she decided there was only one logical place for her to start.
Glancing up, she found herself staring into the eyes of Bordeaux.
God help her, she couldn.t even try to off herself while trapped in the bathroom!
Granted, we didn't stop her death, but she didn't kill herself through any direct fault of ours.
Hadn't she resigned herself to being the ugly duckling years ago?
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
Hands over her ears, she took a deep breath and hurried up them, all but flinging herself into the arms of an awaiting rebel soldier.
Hannah shook herself visibly and said, I didn't hear you come in last night.
He added, I'm sorry the missus killed herself but she was a looney from the word go.
He had no idea how long it would take her to regain consciousness, or, if even then, she would be strong enough to free herself, yet he saw no other option.
He joined Dean at the kitchen table although Cynthia would have preferred having her private domain to herself.
He neared the closet, and she pushed herself back into the clothing.
He offered a genuine smile she couldn't bring herself to return.
He plied her lips gently, testing and encouraging, and she felt herself respond despite her indignation.
He wasn't the first man she had kissed and she had never considered herself promiscuous with other men.
He'd urged her to hide herself away when she wasn't at work with him, telling her tales of how bad the upper class was.
Helen was petted and caressed enough to spoil an angel; but I do not think it is possible to spoil her, she is too unconscious of herself, and too loving.
Helga turned to look at her curiously, and she forced herself forward.
Her body sang in happiness at the closeness, and she felt herself relax.
Her erotic dreams were proof that he was becoming more than a friend to her, and that thought was troubling - both from the standpoint of her goals, and the fact that she was setting herself up for rejection.
Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself to do it.
Her eyes flew open and she braced herself against the side.
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 gaze settled on the Other, and she forced herself up.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
His cranky words echoed in her thoughts, and she smiled to herself.
His eyes lit up, and Bianca flung herself into his arms, thrilled to feel her brother's lanky body again.
His only comment of note was that Patsy, while obviously exhausted, seemed especially cheerful— "pleased with herself" was how he'd described her.
His shove almost drove her to her knees again. She steadied herself and looked up in time to see him disappear into the jungle. Fear made her heart pound. The strange path he'd been following appeared ahead of her, revealing itself only a few steps at a time. She started at a walk and quickened to a jog, making sure the path wouldn't close and trip her. The path kept up with her, and she ran.
Hmm. Too bad you didn't videotape her, so she could see for herself.
How could she explain her mood to Katie when she had so little understanding of it herself?
How did she get herself into predicaments like this?
I created this monster that can hack into our systems and make herself disappear.
I decided to talk to you this weekend, but I guess Mary found the form and took it upon herself to mail it to you.
I don't know why she hanged herself when she had a bottle of sleeping pills right next to her bed but wacky people do wacky things.
I killed so many more, Lana thought to herself.
I think she did that to herself.
I'm not sure she knows the answer herself but a lot of marriages are built on far less.
If Donnie didn't know that Annie hanged herself, how could Edith know?
If he wasn't there, she could convince herself this was all some sort of nightmare.
If he'd thought for a minute she was suicidal, he'd have taken some steps to protect her from herself.
If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself.
If she didn't try to kill Jerome, then why did she kill herself?
If she didn't try to kill Jerome, why would she kill herself?
If she proved to be as he suspected she was, she might find herself the first woman in his society given the official position of strategy battle planner, a position traditionally held by the dhjan alone.
If she's so rich, why did she only book one room for herself and the boy?
Ignoring the hisses of the others, she locked herself in a bathroom stall and texted her boss, Dusty.
In her confused state of mind, she had convinced herself that he loved her.
In the last few weeks she had allowed herself to be distracted.
Indeed, her whole body is so finely organized that she seems to use it as a medium for bringing herself into closer relations with her fellow creatures.
Instead, she forced herself to leave and find something to do.
Instead, she found herself recalling what almost happened.
Intrigued by the sensations, she found herself unwilling to look away from him this time.
It opened, and she flung herself against the second door.
It seems to me, that Edith had a very rapid mood change from flaunting her nakedness in front of Claire to...killing herself, practically minutes later.
It stuck, but she forced herself not to ask why.
It took an instant for her eyes to adjust to the dim coop interior, and then she found herself staring into the desperate eyes of a red fox.
It took us two hours to come ten miles from the airport and Julie had to direct him the last mile and she just got here herself.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
It was ridiculous - sending him into town after such personal items when she was perfectly capable of going by herself.
It was the same question she'd been asking herself.
It was unclear if this action was prompted by Patsy Boyd herself or just some do-gooder trying to clear her desk of problems.
It wasn't Ne'Rin that greeted him for his daily briefing but the woman herself.
It wasn't until dusk, when Evelyn had said she'd come back, that she forced herself up.
It's a suicide note she wrote 'cause she killed herself.
It's as if she's bent on degrading herself.
Jackson and Elisabeth took turns sitting with Sarah; she seemed to be reconciling herself to their new reality.
Jackson heard a noise and motioned to Sarah to silence herself.
Julie can decide for herself as well.
Just because she threw herself at you hours before she died doesn't make you culpable.
Katie busied herself setting the table.
Katie cringed at his over the top décor of gilded everything and oriented herself.
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 locked herself in the bathroom, cursing Ully for the skunk perfume that clearly didn.t work.
Katie pushed herself to her feet, remembering what pain a pissed-off Hell-creature could cause.
Katie was expecting a child now - Katie, who had trouble taking care of herself.
Kiera blinked and forced herself to pay attention.
Kiera braced herself and exited behind Evelyn, whose quick step led them back to the main house and outside, where the floating tents were still in place.
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 lowered the shirt, glad she'd never convinced herself to remove the band.
Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.
Kiera rubbed her arm with a small wince and forced herself to turn away.
Kiera was bound to be traumatized until she saw for herself there were no monster-sized spiders on Romas's home planet.
Kiera wasn't surprised and felt bad for admitting it to herself.
Lana braced herself and hurried after Mike.
Lana braced herself as the two looked her over carefully.
Lana found herself eating faster than she should have, hungry for real food after ten days of appetite suppressants and the dehydrated staples that she'd stuffed her bag full of.
Lana hesitated then looked down at herself again.
Lana jumped over him and squeezed between two boulders, all but flinging herself towards the object.
Lana rolled onto her side and listened, crying herself to sleep for a different reason this night.
Lana shoved herself back, ignoring the pain in her wrist as adrenaline flew threw her.
Lana squeezed herself and Jack into the small space behind him.
Lana's eyes settled on them, and she found herself tensing.
Locked herself in her room for days working on layette sets for the grand children Russie would never provide.
Martha made no move to cover herself.
Maybe he had a harem of women at his beck and call, but she couldn't see herself with any other man.
More tears came as she realized she couldn't do anything for herself let alone Jonny if they kept her in such a state.
More than an hour later she was pouring herself a cup of coffee and wondering if a person could get dehydrated from crying.
More than she could say for herself at the moment.
Mrs. Watson appeared thoughtful before she pushed herself to her feet and hobbled to the couch.
My bet is she disguised herself as you—that's why Shipton said your name to Jake Weller!
My own flesh and blood, selling herself to half-drunk miners for a few gold coins.
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
No nishani in his bloodline had learned to defend herself or been exiled from her planet.
None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms.
Not falling for it this time, she vowed to herself.
Not my or thy great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother Nature's universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness.
Not trusting herself, she refused to look at him and instead wrapped her arms around him.
Nothing more, she told herself.
Now she couldn't marry Josh - and couldn't bring herself to break the news to him.
Of course, once she had convinced everyone else what a foolish move it would be, how was she going to convince herself that she didn't need Brandon in her life?
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
Once Elisabeth had composed herself, she asked, "What else do you want to know?"
Once more, she held the dress in front of herself.
One charged her hiding place, and she scrambled back, pressing herself against the tree.
Or maybe she just wants to prove to herself someone actually loves her enough and cares about her enough to punish her.
Perhaps Edith transcribed the last few pages herself.
Pierre gave him a sidelong look at his butchered French, and Sofia smiled despite herself.
Pleased to hear from the Guardian, she found herself smiling.
Pleased with herself, she began to think being human wasn't going to be so hard.
Pulling the rail back up, she stood beside the tent, helplessly watching Destiny cry until she coughed herself into another retching fit.
Reminding herself that Alex had made no commitment, she still couldn't put the picture of him opening the car door for Lori out of her mind.
Rhyn glanced at him, taking in the arm in a sling. Kris was healing from an attacker Rhyn had saved him from, the day Katie killed herself.
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.
Rousing herself, she bit him and fed until revived.
Sarah heard Jackson and slowly unfurled herself from a sleeping Connor.
Sarah met them at the door and introduced herself, then turned to Elisabeth and grabbed her hand, Ahhhh!
Sarah put herself between him and the door.
Seems to me Martha's pretty sharp and can take care of herself pretty well.
She ached to touch him but refused, hugging herself more tightly instead.
She almost scolded him before stopping herself.
She almost screamed at herself.
She almost slapped herself when she realized how simple it was.
She blocked clumsily at first but ordered herself not to look weak in front of such a man and focused hard.
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
She braced herself against the memories running through his head and the confusion as he tried to figure out where he was.
She braced herself and placed her palm against his.
She braced herself and reached out to him.
She braced herself and touched him.
She braced herself for a refusal and a fight.
She braced herself for him to turn into Talon and hurt her.
She braced herself for the resentful looks.
She braced herself to face him nonetheless.
She braced herself, expecting to feel some sort of rush of energy, like she did when she touched Jule.
She came back by herself.
She can't eat food, but she refuses to admit it to herself, Han explained to Pierre.
She caught herself and quickly continued, "Sure, let me get the keys."
She caught herself with her hands before she did a face-plant on the ground and tried to catch her breath.
She caught herself, and slumped into a chair, clutching her gown to her ample chest.
She cleared her throat, forcing herself to focus on his dark eyes.
She closed her eyes and braced herself for another.
She composed herself and psyched herself up for a day of shopping, awkward questions about Rhyn, and flaky friends.
She concentrated hard, intent on distracting herself as well as learning something new.
She could go on feeling sorry for herself because she couldn't have children, or she could accept the cards that had been dealt her and settle for less than perfection.
She couldn.t bring herself to voice the words out loud.
She couldn't bring herself to say what they'd done.
She couldn't bring herself to try, just like she couldn't remove her hand.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
She cried again, snuffling and wiping at her nose before she pushed herself off the chair.
She cried herself into a restless sleep.
She cried until she could control herself, wiped her face, and drew several shuddering breaths.
She crossed her arms, hugging herself.
She crossed herself and bowed her head.
She crossed herself, kissed the icon, and handed it to Andrew.
She curled her legs under herself, and put her head on his shoulder.
She curled up on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
She cursed herself quietly for saying stupid things.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
She didn't know why she summoned him, except that right now, she wanted to see him, to reassure herself.
She didn't want to talk about herself anyway.
She drank herself blotto because her husband is a shithead.
She drank more, forcing herself to swallow it.
She drew a sharp breath but forced herself to stay, to take his pain.
She ducked her head and braced herself as he reached for her again.
She even caught herself touching her ear to keep from sliding her finger behind it to the subcutaneous net implant.
She excused herself to prepare supper for the three residents.
She finished her oatmeal and pored herself a cup of coffee.
She flung herself in, slammed the door, and locked them.
She flung herself into his arms, gratified when he squeezed her hard.
She flung herself through it, not caring what waited for her on the other side.
She flushed despite herself.
She forced herself not to cover her tattoo with her hands as she followed her sister to the second floor, where the private rooms were.
She forced herself out of bed, exhausted and hungry.
She forced herself out of her fear and leaned forward.
She forced herself to continue.
She forced herself to pull away from him.
She forced herself to withdraw from the surreal world and let herself go numb.
She found herself breathing him in, aching for him to touch her as he had not so long ago.
She found herself hurrying around him to the couch at his low growl and suspected he wasn't someone who ever repeated anything.
She found herself intrigued and hopeful.
She found herself nipping back at his chest and neck, something she'd never done before.
She found herself poking the new teeth with her tongue to confirm they really were there.
She found herself reaching for her power again, only to find it gone.
She found herself sketching him as she'd seen him in the vision from what felt like years ago when they walked hand-in-hand on the dead planet.
She gingerly untangled herself from some thorny vines and tried to stand.
She glanced around the kitchen, knowing she should familiarize herself before breakfast, but feeling uncomfortable about exploring so soon after her arrival.
She glanced down, taking a moment to compose herself, and then placed her hand over Jackson's.
She glimpsed Selyn and even herself in his story.
She had enough for a month, but after a few days, she found herself wishing for real food instead of the stale bars.
She had learned the printed letters, and for some time had amused herself by making simple sentences, using slips on which the words were printed in raised letters; but these sentences had no special relation to one another.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
She heard herself talking.
She hugged herself and faced him, agitated.
She hugged herself and hurried towards the door to the pub.
She hugged herself and treaded to the side of the main road down a small hill to the barracks housing the feds.
She hugged herself, in spite of the warmth of the cozy room.
She hugged herself, scared and uneasy.
She hugged herself, visibly upset.
She hugged herself, waiting.
She hugged herself, wanting to throw her arms around him but knowing he was in as an approachable of a mood as Dustin.
She introduced herself and her husband as Sadie and Sid, with no last names.
She is blaming this whole thing on herself.
She kept telling herself she'd wake up from this wacky dream soon.
She leaned back and held her nose as she completely immersed herself.
She leaned down, bracing herself as she rested a trembling hand on his forehead.
She learned it gladly when she discovered that she could herself read what she had written; and this still affords her constant pleasure.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
She left, stopping in the shadow world to try to calm herself.
She let herself be led to a corner chair.
She let herself think what she'd do, if she had the choice between the two.
She lifted her canteen and allowed herself a swallow of the tepid water.
She looked herself over, satisfied that she looked good.
She looked nothing like herself, almost primal.
She lowered herself back to the seat and pulled on her harness, strapping it on.
She made one anyway and forced herself to eat it, blaming her recent trauma for her queasiness.
She met his gaze, her stomach tense as she steeled herself against the response to her next probing question.
She moved to the center of the monument and opened herself to the magics.
She nestled herself comfortably in Dorothy's lap until the kitten gave a snarl of jealous anger and leaped up with a sharp claw fiercely bared to strike Billina a blow.
She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else.
She owed it to herself to find out for sure, didn't she?
She peeled off the thick coat and draped it over one bench before seating herself facing the door, as her father had taught her.
She picked up Sunny and sat on the couch, making herself at home.
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
She pored herself a cup and started breakfast, wondering where Bordeaux was.
She poured a bowl of cereal, something Martha would have done for herself on a usual day.
She poured herself amber liquid and took a long swallow.
She pressed herself against the door, almost wishing Romas would discover them.
She promised herself to find a way to check on him in the morning without her father finding out.
She propped herself up against the back of their brass bed.
She pushed herself away and leaned against a wall.
She pushed herself away from him as he took another step towards her, a newfound horror creeping through her.
She pushed herself away from the doorframe and retreated to her room, only to find the prisoner's bracelet didn't work.
She pushed herself back and stuck her tongue out at Jackson.
She pushed herself off the floor and rose.
She pushed herself tighter against me.
She pushed herself up and shielded her face with her bound hands.
She pushed herself up despite his grip, staring at him hard.
She pushed herself up when Talon snatched her.
She pushed herself up, cold inside and out.
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 raced forward through the men, not caring what they thought, and flung herself into Mansr's arms with enough force to drive him back a step.
She ran into a blurry wall, shoved herself off, and smashed into another monster.
She reached Evelyn and Romas and forced herself not to crowd them.
She recognized this trait and would accept rules she herself would never be able to make.
She recoiled, pushing herself against the couch.
She recovered herself and wiped her tears, gazing around one last time.
She relaxed and sank into the soft leather seats of the Town Car, telling herself she was being granted a chance to be normal.
She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went.
She revealed herself in her work, and he felt an intimacy with her through her art.
She roused herself and lay on her side, facing him.
She roused herself and opened the door from the bedroom to the living area.
She roused herself, surprised to see the other three had disappeared at some point.
She sat up, forcing herself to meet his golden gaze.
She screamed at herself silently, afraid he meant to walk out the door forever.
She seemed to be actually enjoying herself.
She shifted herself in compliance.
She shivered and hugged herself as they emerged into the cool fall dusk.
She shook her head and pushed herself off the bed, hugging her hurt arm to her chest.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and forced herself to smile as she faced Jonny, who'd been in training since shortly after she awoke.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
She slept until the edge of her fatigue was gone before borrowing his neatly folded clothing and making herself a huge pancake and egg midday breakfast.
She smiled and flung herself into his arms.
She snapped out of it and made herself think straight.
She sprawled on top of him, unable to push herself up with the earth's violent shaking.
She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
She steeled herself and nodded.
She stood and paced anxiously, hugging herself.
She stretched and pulled herself onto the bank, shaking hard with cold.
She struggled to pull herself out of the cabin, against the flow of cold river water.
She studied him with more interest than fear, even if she did push herself into the corner again.
She sucked in a breath, struggling to calm herself.
She swallowed hard, willing herself to remember that she was meant for Gabriel, even if it was Darkyn's name on her back.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
She threw herself at Ryland, practically under Shipton's nose.
She took his hand but didn't introduce herself.
She took one step forward, then another, throwing herself onto the ground beside Sofi.
She tried to balance herself only to find herself toppling over and over and over down a stairwell.
She tried to push the thought away and distract herself by wandering the mansion.
She tugged her hands free and leaned into him, sobbing and shaking, unable to support herself.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
She turned to Ryland, throwing herself on him, but that didn't work.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
She waited another few seconds for a catch before letting herself believe him.
She wanted to explain herself more thoroughly but I shushed her and continued with business.
She was doing enough of it for herself.
She was making it day to day telling herself neither of those things was true.
She was ready to break down crying and throw herself out of the helo in the hopes she didn't die when she hit the water.
She was worried about him, and he was touched by the idea she took pity on him when she herself was in more danger than he was.
She wasn't going to have much time to prepare herself, either.
She watched him pace, his long, muscular legs drawing her eyes. A familiar ache filled her, one that made her want to launch herself into his arms and never leave the dream world.
She willed herself not to think of the man named Jule trapped somewhere in the house.
She willed herself there, concentrating hard to keep from losing the connection.
She wobbled and balanced herself against the wall.
She won a bet but backed herself into a corner.
She wrapped the duvet around herself.
She'd been learning how to defend herself and watching how his people operated for a few days before the accident.
She'd forced herself to try to watch human-Deidre as much as possible.
She'd forced herself to walk daily, if for no other reason than to keep her mind off the paintings and memories.
She'd have to throw herself at Gabriel's mercy.
She'd just made a complete fool of herself and Evelyn … how would she react if someone were as terrified of kittens on earth?
She'd never allowed herself to ask why A'Ran didn't come for her.
She'd never interacted with the army-types before, but she found herself liking them, if they were all like Guardian and Brady.
She'd never taken a chance on a man or let herself wonder what she was missing.
She'd promised herself she wasn't going to cry today.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
Sitting on the couch feeling sorry for herself wasn't accomplishing anything.
So she stayed put and hugged herself more tightly.
Sofia almost laughed at herself.
Sofia bit back a retort and forced herself to her feet.
Sofia forced herself not to recoil, afraid to touch anyone.
Sofia forced herself to walk over and take it.
Sofia looked down at herself.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
Sofia turned off the shower and dried herself before opening the door between the small bathroom and the bedroom.
Sofia watched, astonished at the blatant display, and almost didn't prep herself for her first encounter.
Something... she shook herself mentally.
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
Steeling herself, she passed Pierre at her door and knocked on Damian's door.
Still breathless, Katie forced herself onward along the stream's rocky bank.
Stilling her mind, she calmed herself.
Suddenly, she felt guilty for using the emerops depots for herself like a typical member of the elite.
Suns, she corrected herself with a small smile.
Tell them that naked Edith Shipton came out of his room and moments later hanged herself.
The ache of loss had faded a little over the past two weeks, but she still cried herself to sleep at night.
The body heat of someone kneeling beside her made her blink, and she braced herself for the doc shooting her up again.
The buzzing continued, and she pushed herself up on one elbow.
The chocolates, the familiar insistence that she learn to protect herself, the Southern drawl.
The door opened, and she braced herself.
The forest swallowed the city before she could orient herself.
The game room was the only place the sisters didn't bug her, and for the first time since being kidnapped by Evelyn and A'Ran, she found herself having fun.
The heart thing happened again and she busied herself at the table.
The human thought herself unwanted, except by Darkyn, who had done more to help her than Gabriel thought possible.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
The next morning, Deidre found herself at the wall overlooking the red deserts of Hell.
The night air was chilly on her bare arms and she shivered involuntarily, annoyed at herself because it looked like an obvious ploy.
The odd scent was closer, and she found herself breathing in deeply to try to capture it.
The only person who can keep him away is Edith herself and it doesn't look to me as if she has the sense to do so.
The phœbe had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
The poor old woman may have believed it herself.
The power pushed her off balance, and she caught herself before it sent her sprawling into the blood pooled around her.
The same voice that got her into this mess and told her to drown herself had given her this reminder twice. Katie sensed she wasn't safe where she was, but she didn't want to travel without Gabriel.
The second dealer was moving closer, and she couldn't free herself from the thick arm wrapped around her.
The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.
The sound of footsteps running down the hall drew her attention, and she flung herself backwards as the maid with the butcher knife tried to cut her.
The thought distracted her, and she both yearned to be with him and hated herself for not being able to shake the thought of him.
The thought of drinking from him made her sick, and she pushed herself up to vomit.
The way he should've done, before she'd walked into the ocean and killed herself to protect him from a fate he deserved.
The woman introduced herself as Annie Mae Wilkie and informed us she was the treasurer of Brockville, in addition to holding several other positions.
Then she added, almost to herself, I'll have to make some arrangements.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
Then you ditched your new honey and she's stupid enough to think that's a big loss and goes and hangs herself.
There was a man behind the fierce face, and she'd only confused herself more by spending the night with him!
There was barely room to maneuver, and she found herself standing on her tiptoes to keep track of Evelyn, who had no trouble with the people around her parting the seas for her.
There was no point in working herself up this way.
They all feigned shock and surprise at this not-uncommon happening as Paulette huffily announced she'd absent herself with a walk around the block while they "took care of the matter."
They gave me the job of running him down to tell him the missus killed herself.
Think of a recluse who finds herself in possession of a marvelous gift, through no action on her part.
This lovely, sweet-natured lady offered to teach me herself, and we began the twenty-sixth of March, 1890.
This one wasn't just pretty; she was downright gorgeous and carried herself with a sartorial elegance.
This thought she kept to herself.
This very building was the one Gabriel dived off of in an attempt to keep the terrified human from trying to kill herself.
Though nauseated by the thought, she heated up a can of soup and forced herself to eat it.
Three more days and she'd have the dairy back to herself again.
Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.
Unable to understand or control the strange sensations, she tried to help right herself as the hands gripping her ribcage steadied her.
Uneasy with the stirrings within her, she forced herself to step away.
Until the seventh day after she drowned herself, assuming Darkyn doesn't catch you first.
Voices prevented her from losing herself to her pain.
We can't say if she planned on killing him with it or was just protecting herself but later she used it to cut his line.
What do you suppose Paulette was doing up there by herself?
What was so important she flung herself off a cliff to get it?
When it didn't, she uncurled herself from the ball she was in.
When Julie controlled herself she apologized and looked up at me.
When no more tears came, she roused herself.
When she could, she pushed herself up and gazed out over the dark river.
When she finished the second chop, she licked her face, cleaning herself.
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
When she saw herself, her face was pale.
When she'd touched him in the alley, she'd left a piece of herself within him.
When the meal was over, Martha excused herself to leave.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, Dean assumed it was either a call for reservations or more discussion on the upcoming New Jersey wedding plans, but Cynthia held the phone against herself and called to her husband.
Whenever she seemed to be getting herself under control, a fresh bout of sobs would begin.
Where is she? she asked, bracing herself for the answer.
While Cynthia's mother was recovering, they discussed what to do if and when she should become unable to care for herself.
While Dean had no desire to participate in the new and perilous sport of ice climbing, he didn't share Cynthia total perplexity at why a sane human being would even consider subjecting himself or herself to such uncomfortable danger.
While her step was anything but sure, Lana forced herself onto the road and walked.
While Howie stood shyly by the door, she boldly stepped forward and introduced herself.
While she acted blasé about his life and death, Dean wondered if she were being entirely truthful with herself.
Why did she need to prove to anyone, least of all herself, that she was right in breaking off the relationship?
Why not how she killed herself?
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
With a deep breath, she forced herself up.
With a frustrated growl, she threw herself into bed.
With a nod, she prepared herself for the worst.
With that dark thought, she excused herself and went to her room.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.
You don't suppose she planned all that business with Fitzgerald just so she could run for sheriff herself?
Yully forced herself to her feet and strode through the house to the garage.
Yully opened herself to him, and he shivered as their souls, then their bodies, met once again.
Yully shoved Jule fully into the passenger seat of her car and ran to the driver's side, throwing herself into her seat.
Yully swallowed hard and steadied herself.