A few days ago, the day Arnie had locked himself in the hub.
A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true.
A'Ran launched himself upwards, catching the door as the ground beneath him crumbled and gave.
A'Ran pushed himself away from the table he leaned against and paced, thoughts turning to Gage, who would bear Ne'Rin's child.
A'Ran took control of the ship, forcing himself to focus.
A'Ran was uncertain what to expect but found himself disappointed she didn't instantly volunteer to stay.
A'Ran wasn't as controlling as Romas, from what she knew of him, and she couldn't help feeling as drawn to the picture in front of her as she was to the man himself.
After composing himself, he found Sarah's room and knocked on the door.
After that, it was 'each man for himself.
After washing himself, he changed into the waistcoat left on the bed.
Alex excused himself early and Carmen stayed downstairs with the children.
Alex glanced at Josh as he lowered himself to the chair beside Lori.
Alex had forced himself on her - taken advantage of her.
Alex handed the reins to a caretaker and dusted himself off as he headed for the gate.
Allowing himself to meet her eyes, he found his anguish reflected back.
Although taken aback by such intimacy from a stranger, as well as terrified himself, he felt an overwhelming need to comfort her.
Although totally unnerved, he knew he could not let himself lose it again, yet had to speak to her, see if he could figure her out.
An old joke is about the city slicker who finds himself lost in the country.
And just where was Mrs. Dean when Jerome found himself on the short end of a cut rope?
And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise,-- as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea.
And so He loved men Himself and though they were very cruel to Him and at last killed Him, He was willing to die for them because He loved them so.
And the guy from California who got himself killed; him too.
Andre himself had ordered their exiles when it was revealed they were Sasha's spies.
Apparently he had given her a car, bought clothes for her and generally made a fool out of himself over her.
Arion dressed himself in his finest clothing.
As if unaccustomed to his longer legs, Toby tripped twice on his way to the door, stabilized himself, then started forward more cautiously.
As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.
At least, he told himself he was.
Bill was going to get himself a fine helpmate.
Bordeaux picked his hat off the ground and dusted himself off.
Both older sisters nodded in deference as he approached, and he glanced over them to assure himself of their health.
Brady got his food as the two talked, seating himself before he looked to Dan again.
Brady threw himself down, rolled, and ran, taking cover behind a boulder as the laser missile exploded the ground in front of him.
Brady unstrapped himself, and she watched uneasily as he inched closer to the center of the cabin, his hands—and concentration—on the ceiling.
Brady wiped his face, preparing himself for a confrontation.
But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.
But he couldn't let himself do it, no matter how much he wanted her or how willing she was.
But he found himself smiling at the enigmatic god's explanation.
But it didn't make sense, even though I think Shipton himself continued to believe that's how he fell.
But the more he tried to hide it the more clearly--clearer than any words could have done--did he betray to himself, to her, and to Princess Mary that he loved her.
But to his surprise Willarski soon noticed that Pierre had lagged much behind the times, and had sunk, as he expressed it to himself, into apathy and egotism.
By mutual agreement, announced to Howie by our silence, no discussion about Julie took place unless initiated by Howie himself.
By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.
Careful, Dean thought to himself.
Cassie had to smile when Bordeaux positioned himself in a spot less than ten feet from her and pretended to settle down for the night.
Confusion and rage blinded him, and he threw himself into the battle, not noticing the nicks and bruises his opponents inflicted upon him.
Connor arrived just as Jackson was telling himself he had better snap out of it and get downstairs.
Cynthia was still on the phone so after Dean introduced himself he completed the paperwork, without comment or acknowledgment that he knew Ryland's relationship to Bird Song's other guest Edith Shipton and her son.
Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
Damian Transported himself before he ditched his mission for some quality time with his mate.
Dan shook his head and flung himself down across from him, retrieving the sealed vault.
Darian stirred, pushing himself farther into the corner.
Darkyn himself had shown some signs of being affected by her, perhaps not as much as she liked, but more than she ever expected.
Darkyn was entirely too satisfied with himself for Gabriel's comfort.
Dean asked, as much to himself as Fred O'Connor.
Dean chuckled to himself.
Dean couldn't bring himself to think of any of them seriously, given their lack of reasonable motive.
Dean cursed himself for not wanting to talk to the redheaded deputy, who would have been infinitely preferable to this obnoxious jerk.
Dean himself smiled and shook his head.
Dean introduced himself and his stepfather.
Dean introduced himself to the large gathering in the parlor, trying without success to remember names.
Dean looked at his wife for help, but she just shrugged and smiled, and Dean let himself be led up the street.
Dean poured himself a cup of coffee.
Dean poured himself a cup while the lawman finished his snack.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
Dean questioned Janet's scholastic ability to himself and cynically wondered if today's class was Vacuuming For Beginners or Dusting 101.
Dean realized from his past experience that being forthcoming and subjecting himself to interrogation without an attorney was naive but the entire idea of his trying to kill Shipton was so ludicrous in his mind, he tended to minimize the seriousness of the situation.
Dean remembered the Ride the Rockies bike tour, when he had fallen, nearly killing himself, but put his bruised and cut body back on a bike, just to finish.
Dean rose to pour himself a glass of milk.
Dean skied a few tentative yards down the slope, took a couple of turns, stopped, and assessed himself.
Dean smiled, in spite of himself as Fred continued.
Dean spent the afternoon busying himself with the chores of Bird Song, partially out of guilt for having dumped the morning duties on Fred and in part to take his mind off the ever-present feeling he'd caused long term or, heaven forbid, permanent damage to his seven-month marriage.
Dean thought of a few more snappy comebacks but kept the rest of his thoughts to himself in front of Donnie.
Dean was startled by her sharpness, chastising himself for underestimating the young girl.
Dean wondered if he'd fortified himself with one of the pints of vodka.
Dean, absent any tools for pulling himself upward was limited to using the rope, hand over hand, impossibly slow compared to the man now pursuing him.
Dean's morning had been filled with enough ghosts, dreams and galactic sex to last a lifetime and he excused himself.
Did he have any idea what he was getting himself into?
Do you believe he'll keep the conversation to himself?
Don't forget the Dawkins boys, Dean told himself.
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
Donnie sat off by himself with one of the copies.
Dusty and Talon rose, Talon taking the chance to launch himself at Dusty.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
Edith had cut the line and he fell, injuring himself.
Elisabeth felt a safe harbor in his arms, and Jackson wanted to give her every part of himself.
Even as he said it, he knew he was contradicting himself.
Every time he spoke to this guy, he found himself on the defensive.
Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.
Finally he said, "I told him to buy a couple of bottles of vodka and drink them himself."
Finally he steadied himself enough to respond.
Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.
For once, Rhyn knew some sort of stability within himself, no doubt because of his bond to Katie.
For the first time in his life, he felt and thought too much, and he wanted to keep himself occupied with the world around him rather than the pain within him.
For the first time in years, he doubted himself.
Four, maybe five. He can test for it by cutting himself.
Fred had taken care of the early morning chores as Dean poured himself his first cup of coffee, dreading the inquisition he knew would be forthcoming from the old man.
Fred O'Connor had arranged the affair and Dean had reluctantly agreed to subject himself to the scrutiny of the cream of the town's lady folk.
Fred, seeing that further discussion was fruitless, excused himself.
From now on she would tell him to keep his hands to himself.
Gabe cleared his throat, amused at seeing the half-demon putting so much effort into restraining himself.
Gabe lowered himself into a crouch a few feet away, recalling the last time he'd been on a beach.
Gabe paused then forced himself to continue.
Gabe roused himself and sat.
Gabe waited a few more minutes then forced himself to leave.
Gabriel didn't trust himself to respond.
Gabriel found himself laughing.
Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.
Gabriel smiled to himself and pulled on his clothes, replacing weapons.
Gabriel wouldn't let himself near you in order to protect you.
Given his experience and lauding as one of the most capable strategic battle planners in the Five Galaxies-- the only reason he hadn't been driven out by the Yirkin despite his tiny army-- he found himself learning a tidbit here and there.
God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.
Granted, he wasn't exactly himself at the time, near dead, starved, weak.
He accepted the food well enough, but made no attempt to feed himself.
He airlifted himself out.
He also acted badly by concerning himself with the active army and disbanding the Semenov regiment.
He appointed himself as my big brother... when we were still toddlers, I think.
He banged himself up fairly badly—broke a couple of ribs, did something to his knee and leg, whacked his head pretty good and cut up his face.
He braced himself for more syrupy love sentiments when she awoke but was
He braced himself for the battle with his fangs and waited for the inevitable pain from fighting to keep them at bay.
He braced himself for the fear or disbelief that did not come.
He braced himself to tell her thanks for the night and farewell.
He busied himself with his equipment but after glancing outside and turned to Cynthia.
He calmed himself enough to listen for a heartbeat.
He can kill himself if he's fool enough to want to but the boy has no business up there.
He caught up with Shipton on the sidewalk where the man was holding a handkerchief to the side of his head while loading gear to his vehicle and chuckling to himself.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.
He closed his eyes briefly and began loosening his tight grip on the line, readying himself to rappel downward.
He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
He considered, smiling to himself.
He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.
He could see himself becoming addicted to the energy flowing between them.
He couldn't bring himself to look down before a wave of dizziness overtook him.
He couldn't catch his balance and steadied himself against a rock.
He cursed himself for not packing provisions or even remembering to feed before leaving Fairhaven.
He debated with himself again.
He didn't just notice she was gone --he found himself wishing she wasn't.
He didn't push himself awake but let his senses register the world slowly.
He didn't tell her he'd heard Joseph himself call the Jeep rental dealer earlier.
He disappeared, and she stared at the place where he'd been, wondering why he was so upset with himself.
He excused himself and asked the owner if he could make a phone card call and did so, but was unsuccessful in reaching Cynthia.
He excused himself and crossed to her, motioning for her to follow him out a nearby door into a corridor.
He excused himself to cross to her.
He extended his hand, introducing himself and swinging into a cheery speech about the visual pleasures of wintertime in Ouray.
He felt himself not only free from social obligations but also from that feeling which, it seemed to him, he had aroused in himself.
He fixed himself a cheese sandwich and joined the parlor confab.
He flung himself back into bed.
He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.
He flung water from himself, furious to have his Travel ended prematurely.
He forced himself to focus on something else.
He forced himself to walk away, uneasy.
He forced himself to withdraw.
He fought until the yard was lit only by the castle.s outer lighting, then onward to dawn, free after so long restraining himself around the Immortals and humans.
He found himself drawn to her again, almost too strongly to resist, and reminded himself something was off about her story.
He found himself hating the feeling instead of relishing it, like he thought he would if their roles were ever reversed.
He found himself lingering, wanting to feel a little less alone.
He found himself outside the door where Kiki was being kept prisoner.
He found himself wanting his nishani to gaze at him as she did in the image.
He found himself wishing again that Andre was alive.
He found that puzzling, never considering himself to have much of a conscience.
He gasped and crossed himself.
He glanced around the tiny place, unable to rid himself of the instinct that warned him he was missing something.
He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen.
He had hoped to have the day and night to himself, and now that would be unlikely.
He had little time to redeem himself, and he kicked himself mentally for not walking into the room that would turn him into the Death he was supposed to be.
He had never doubted himself before.
He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.
He hadn't thought himself attached to the unique woman he chose as a nishani.
He hadn't thought himself unhappy; he'd never thought about it at all.
He hated himself for it, yet still felt jealous.
He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.
He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.
He hesitated, at war with himself.
He himself could have cut the rope—the short end they found tied up top— set up a second rappel at a nearby spot and gone down on it.
He hoped, no he prayed, Darian regained himself someday soon.
He imagined himself as an enormously tall, powerful man who was throwing cannon balls at the French with both hands.
He introduced himself as Emile Corday, with the Colorado Bureau of Investigation.
He jogged through the castle and ran out into the snow, launching himself into the cold air as he changed into the bird form.
He just laughed, ignoring the question and turned instead to Cynthia, extending his hand and introducing himself.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
He killed himself, right?
He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.
He let go of all his worries and immersed himself fully in the moment.
He looked away and steeled himself.
He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.
He lost his beautiful wife and died so young himself.
He lowered himself into a fighting stance.
He made himself known, and the captain willingly agreed to carry him back to his own country.
He may be planning to kill himself.
He moved a short distance away to more level ground and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
He parked himself at a computer, and she perched on a stool beside him.
He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.
He prepped a med-gun for himself.
He prided himself on the fact that he had never killed a human by sucking them dry.
He pulled off his sweater then dropped back onto the sparring mat, focusing hard on calming himself down.
He pursed his lips then poured himself a shot and sat back to sip it.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
He pushed himself up, glancing at the Magician's body.
He pushed Katie's chair forward and seated himself at the table.
He rarely allowed himself that privilege.
He recognized himself, yet his reflection was... better.
He regarded all these occupations as hindrances to life, and considered that they were all contemptible because their aim was the welfare of himself and his family.
He relaxed quickly and lost himself in the music.
He remained, however, uncertain how to do so without immersing himself further in Lydia Larkin's sordid activities.
He restrained himself as much as possible to keep from injuring Ully.s test subject.
He rose and poured himself a cup of coffee.
He said nothing of his visit to Martha's room and busied himself on the stoop taping a "Dean for Sheriff" poster to a wooden stake before adding it to a growing pile.
He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.
He saw himself with a mate like her, one who was able to remind him what it was like to feel human.
He seemed at ease with himself, another thing she didn't remember about him.
He shifted and lowered himself feet first into the hole.
He shook himself mentally to refocus on the dire circumstances before him but was unable to force the thought of Kiera from his mind.
He shot himself up with the drugs he'd brought with him, leaning his head back against the back of the seat as they traveled.
He slammed himself against the cell walls, roaring.
He smiled to himself as he climbed the steps, wondering what Jake's reaction would be to a search for ancient bones.
He smiled to himself, enjoying the game they always played.
He so busied himself with his silly telephone trick to call away the mother he didn't notice someone who must have been watching.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
He spit blood and pushed himself to his feet.
He steadied himself with his hands on his knees for a moment, panting; then opened a bottle and started to drink, fast; desperate to find oblivion.
He steadied himself, pulling upright until he was sure of his footing.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
He stood at the mirror and gazed upon himself for the first time since being abducted.
He stopped Fred when the old man began to excuse himself.
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 surprised himself with his calmness, prompted by a total lack of understanding of the situation.
He swiped at the flakes then braced himself to change into his jaguar shape.
He then sat at the table, helping himself and his companion to the assorted pastries.
He then sat on the sofa, put his feet up on the overstuffed ottoman and once again congratulated himself on his prowess.
He thought of the number of times that he himself had been a coward.
He threw a leg over the ATV and settled himself on the seat with a grin.
He threw himself down and squeezed his head, furious at his own weakness.
He threw himself down in the seat across from her.
He threw himself into one of the beat-up chairs in the tiny comms center.
He took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee.
He Transported himself into Yully's room and looked around briefly before stepping into the quiet hallway.
He tried to convince himself the reason was the burden she carried with her mother's illness, but deep down, he knew that was only partially true.
He tried to tell himself this was why he was agitated.
He tried to turn and raise himself to a sitting position while pushing her away, but she held back his arm in a strong grip and locked a crooked arm about his neck.
He truly lost himself in music and the hard mask of self-control gave way to softening features.
He waited in the library until he'd composed himself and left for his suite.
He wanted to let his hand drift downwards but stopped himself.
He wanted to lose himself in her warmth and liveliness on his last night.
He was comfortable with himself.
He was hot and sweaty, but he'd not yet been able to rid himself of the wired energy humming through his blood.
He was human, and there had been times that he had slipped, but it wasn't because he was thinking only of himself.
He was putting himself at her mercy again, except that, this time, he had the power and chose not to use it.
He was thinking of Prince Andrew, of Natasha, and of their love, at one moment jealous of her past, then reproaching himself for that feeling.
He wasn.t the kind to pity himself.
He wasn't angry, but he wasn't himself either.
He wasn't defending himself, though.
He wasn't too full of himself, and he really did appear to love her.
He wasn't trying to force himself on me.
He wasted no time finding himself a replacement when she refused his touch.
He willed himself solid, surprised when it worked.
He wouldn't let himself fail.
He'd amused them and himself by emerging each time in some other shape.
He'd drooled over her offer, after wrapping himself around her warm body.
He'd forgotten what color real fire was, but he found himself thinking it was orange, like the fruit in the basket on Sasha's desk.
He'd hoped she would adjust to his world on her own, never suspecting he'd need to change himself.
He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.
He'd never been able to bring himself to wear it.
He'd never forgive himself for that, even if Rhyn's mate deserved little more respect than the half-demon himself.
He'd never thought he'd hear himself admit it to any woman who became his mate, especially not to her.
He'd thought himself in love with Lilith once, and so had Kris and half their brothers.
He'll see that himself when he thinks about it.
He's always been so sure of himself.
He's got this weird thing like if he sees himself, he'll self-destruct or something.
Her womanly scent teased him, the heat of her nearness reminding him of how he'd gotten himself into this situation in the first place.
His body was starting to feel the strain again, but he pushed himself on.
His chest clenched, and he found himself holding his breath.
His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.
His legs trembled, but he forced himself on.
His whole body shaking, he tried to calm himself and withdrew, wanting to wipe away the taint of Sasha.s blood from his clothing and skin.
How could he expect her to understand things he did not understand himself?
How does he support himself?
How in hell did he get himself into these situations?
How splendid! said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more.
Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.
Howie would never ask Quinn himself; as always seeking one of us as a go-between.
I don't know, but it seems to me that his ability to perform may be something that makes him feel like himself.
I guess he can take better care of himself than Toby, she said.
I guess he couldn't picture himself in my old jalopy.
I had the feeling if I hadn't, he might have chased them down himself.
I hate to think of him worrying himself if there's some problem we could help him with.
I think, Dean thought to himself.
I told a man on the phone, who didn't identify himself, that Edith Shipton wasn't registered at Bird Song.
If anything, he seemed absolutely sure of himself and what he wanted, even if his nature didn't allow him to control his own wild talents.
If he could shake his fever and take care of himself, he'd be okay alone.
If he knew she was there, wouldn't he come himself?
If he let himself, he'd feel that again with Bianca.
If he tried to follow a moving automobile, he could sometimes attach himself, if the vehicle was slow or stopped, but the act was tenuous at best.
If he weren't damned to die this night, he could see himself with her forever.
If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.
If she died, Jackson would never forgive himself.
If something even more untoward than what the scene implied had actually occurred last evening, Dean would find himself squeezed between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
In a second bedroom, he sees himself, cowering beneath the cover, and biting back tears.
In an instant he entered the coop and pushed Carmen back, putting himself between her and the fox.
In both cases, he found himself looking forward to hearing her voice—and making sure she was still alive.
In many ways he was still a recluse, but he wasn't wrapped up in himself.
In Othello is a character named Iago, an evil man who never does anything illegal himself but is always planting ideas in other people's minds, to get them to do his dirty work.
In practical matters Pierre unexpectedly felt within himself a center of gravity he had previously lacked.
In spite of his continued concern over Fitzgerald, Dean indulged himself.
Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.
Instead, he focused hard on cleaning up her blood and bandaging her arm before the scent drove him too wild to control himself.
Instead, he found himself mulling over the advice from another brother.
It crossed her mind to go in and find him, but he didn't need assistance and probably needed the time to himself as well.
It had to be the private deal, the one Gabriel found no trace of that Darkyn himself had mentioned to him.
It hadn't been because he finally got himself killed or because he was through with her.
It seems like he either shot himself or died of venereal disease.
It was expected from Evelyn but not from the man himself.
It was never clear if that was the case and the kid lucked out, but Dean used the excuse of mock consternation to excuse himself and walk uptown to telephone Cynthia.
It was Roger who introduced first himself, then Charlie, who dipped his paper in acknowledgment, and Harold, who set down the news and looked at Dean over the top of his glasses, curious about the visit.
Jack rose and shook himself off.
Jackson busied himself as best he could during the week.
Jackson could not bring himself to make eye contact, being certain he would lose it if he did.
Jackson could not bring himself to return Sarah's gaze.
Jackson didn't concern himself, since he never brought women home.
Jackson had not allowed himself to reflect on his relationship with Elisabeth prior to learning her secret, but now he let the memories rush in and in doing so, found some peace.
Jackson smiled to himself.
Jackson's desire flamed so intensely, he had to force himself to think straight.
Jackson's instinct encouraged him to hold her and calm himself enough to calm her.
Jade couldn.t bring himself to ask about the vial for fear of giving himself away.
Jade gasped for a moment and steadied himself.
Jade had freed himself during his thrashing and launched out of the door, machete in hand as he flung himself on Kris.
Jade walked into Darkyn.s open chamber to find the demon arming himself for battle.
Jared launched himself at the demon barreling toward them.
Jonathan separated himself from the other children.
Jule excused himself quickly from his brothers and trotted after her.
Jule focused first on the nearby wardrobe and braced himself against it.
Jule forced himself to put some space between them.
Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.
Jule looked around Yully's room, trying to digest everything he was learning about himself.
Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.
Jule refused to release her, sensing more danger toward her than to himself.
Jule threw himself down as she leveled it and fired.
Jule trailed, forcing himself to ignore the tingle of vamps that made him itch to reach for his weapons.
Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.
Jule wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched out on the floor, hungry and chilled.
Just before five o'clock he went to the kitchen to begin preparing spaghetti for Fred and himself, and Martha, whom they had invited to again stay for supper.
Kiki poured himself a glass of whiskey and tossed it back.
Knowing that Natasha asked nothing for herself, and gave him commissions for others only when he himself had offered to undertake them, he now found an unexpected and childlike pleasure in this purchase of presents for everyone in the house, and never forgot anything.
Knowing the most powerful creature – one the Dark One himself exiled at one point for his ruthlessness – had taken over Hell was another matter entirely.
Kris asked as he poured himself a second glass of whiskey.
Kris poured himself chilled whiskey from the small refrigerator tucked in a corner.
Kris traveled via shortcuts through the shadow world as Gabriel did and willed himself to the in-between world.
Kris willed himself to the shadow world and walked back to his underground refuge, heart heavy.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
Let him rummage around inside it and find all those treasures himself.
Let him sleep by himself.
Man is an animal who more than any other can adapt himself to all climates and circumstances.
Mansr regained himself and rose.
Maybe he seems like another person because he doesn't feel like himself.
Maybe Señor Medena was trying to ingratiate himself with Alex.
Maybe she sensed something different about him – that he was unsure of himself, probably.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
Met the devil himself and decided I'd had enough of this shit.
More so, he blamed himself.
Mr. Dean wished he felt a modicum of confidence in himself as the three drifted off to sleep—David and Cynthia Dean, with SB, the Bird Song owl, snuggled next to them.
Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.
Neither did I. The jerk managed to do that himself.
No wonder he was having so much trouble expressing himself.
No, it can't be, he told himself at every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy.
No, she was not at all the type of person Tim normally surrounded himself with.
No. Sasha defected to the Dark One then killed Andre and was himself killed by a traitor.
Now all he'd accomplished was to piss off the woman he loved and make a public fool of himself!
Now he's gone and exposed himself to the world.
Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.
Of course he is right there," said Countess Mary, "but he forgets that we have other duties nearer to us, duties indicated to us by God Himself, and that though we might expose ourselves to risks we must not risk our children."
Oh, I knew he just thought that way because I was his kid, but I figured he was a pretty smart guy himself so he couldn't be all wrong.
On impulse, Brady tapped his implant and breathed her name as he continued to ready himself.
On the way home, Jackson cursed himself for his lack of self-control.
Once Dean turned from the highway; however, he had the road to himself.
Once more, he caught himself thinking of Andre and missing his brother.s—and best friend.s—guidance.
One of Fred's nameless cohorts buttonholed Dean as he stepped from his vehicle, and by the time he extricated himself from her verbal grasp, the blonde was lost in the crowd at the park.
Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.
Or did he do it himself to blame her?
Or, papa got an answer to his newspaper ad and saved a shotgun shell by doing the bashing himself.
Pa never did any mining himself.
Pierre felt particularly well disposed toward them all, but was now instinctively on his guard for fear of binding himself in any way.
Pierre maintained the contrary, and as his mental faculties were greater and more resourceful, Nicholas felt himself cornered.
Pocketing the vial, he willed himself to the shadow world, the place between worlds.
Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
Pushing himself away from the book that would reveal nothing he sought, he went to the small, square window overlooking the stone structure of the Sanctuary.
Rainy paced, flung himself into a chair, paced again.
Rhyn blinked himself out of his stupor enough to steady himself.
Rhyn found he didn't need to respond; Giovanni was capable of discussing himself --and his Hannah --without any sign of stopping.
Rhyn gave a throaty chuckle and launched himself back into the battle.
Rhyn lowered himself into a fighting stance and faced off against the two.
Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.
Rhyn pushed himself away from the wall.
Rhyn refused it and threw himself onto the comfy couch farther away from Hell's flames.
Rhyn righted himself, unconcerned, and barreled toward the demons.
Rhyn smashed himself against the cell, as if to prove his strength.
Rhyn wouldn't saddle himself with a blood monkey he had to actually take care of voluntarily.
Rhyn's jaw clenched, and he fought the raw feeling inside him, the one that betrayed him every time he tried to convince himself he'd survived worse.
Rostov noticed something new in Dolokhov's relations with Sonya, but he did not explain to himself what these new relations were.
Rostov, too, dragged himself to the fire.
Sasha was armed with two daggers and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
Sasha.s gaze took them both in, his eyes settling on her bandaged arm before he forced himself to look at Toby.
Schemes and devices for which he never rightly accounted to himself, but which formed the whole interest of his life, were constantly shaping themselves in his mind, arising from the circumstances and persons he met.
Seizing control of himself, Two stepped forward and pushed her back, binding her to the table again.
Sensing he had the upper hand in any case, Brady forced himself away from her.
She belonged with him, even if she was second rung to his war against bad guys or even if he was never able to devote himself to any one woman at all.
She continued to hold him about the neck until he slowly pried her arm away and pushed himself to a half-sitting position, her leg still tightly locked over him.
She didn't like Kris, but he did what he did for some greater cause than himself.
She didn't look at him, afraid of finding the devil himself in front of her.
She jumped, watching as he folded himself into the small chair across from her.
She kissed him on both cheeks then waited as he poured himself wine.
She knew he could've taken so much more, made himself stronger by bleeding her dry.
She looked at him curiously, and he rolled his shoulders back, prepping himself physically for the verbal discussion to come.
She needed to be unhappy, he reminded himself.
She picked her way through the first few steps, startled when he launched himself at a tree, clawed his way up, and bypassed the muddy section by leaping to the next tree.
She tightened her grip around him, and he was amused to think of himself as any sort of comfort to anyone, let alone a little human like her.
She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.
She was in his world now, offering him something he'd allowed himself to fantasize about more than once.
She.s a … charming woman, he forced himself to say.
Shipton claimed Jerry fell in the water while they were shooting rapids and Shipton himself nearly drowned trying to save him.
Should I inform Merrill Cooms I'd been in contact with After, the investigative baby he himself had started?
Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.
Smith says that if one man tried to make pins by himself, he might make one per day.
Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.
Something always drew him toward those richer and more powerful than himself and he had rare skill in seizing the most opportune moment for making use of people.
Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests.
Sometimes, he kept himself entertained by forecasting what happened without letting himself peek at the details.
Sooner or later it would become obvious to Cade himself.
Spirits dampened, Jule watched Rourk leave for the pub before Transporting himself to the forest side of the Other's property.
Struggling against the demands of his roaring blood, Rhyn closed his eyes, sought his magic and willed himself awake.
Talon threw himself on his back.
That, coupled with Cynthia's strange behavior at the news of Shipton's fall bothered him far more than he'd allowed himself to believe.
The bottom line is, if this guy really loves you, he will find it in himself to accept you, fangs and all.
The captain himself had been a robber.
The child comes into the world with the ability to learn, and he learns of himself, provided he is supplied with sufficient outward stimulus.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone. Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.
The Guardian's relationship, he reminded himself.
The healer clucked to himself, growing more comfortable as he concentrated on his trade.
The human righted himself and held his head in both hands, shaking.
The idea Darkyn voluntarily took a bond to a human when he made a name for himself disobeying his former master … There might be a reason Darkyn hadn't explained it to his mate.
The Immortal launched himself at Rhyn, and the two sparred as the scientist watched intently.
The instant the word left his lips he cursed himself.
The large man in black with lopsided shoulders and an executioner's hood pressed himself into a corner.
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
The next-to-last thing Dean wanted was to have to look out for the safety of his stepfather—the last was going himself.
The old man excused himself and followed Dean to the kitchen.
The other bottle's empty. Did he inject himself?
The police detective helped us by perjuring himself.
The small chamber holding the battle planner was silent, and he waved the computer on, unable to hold himself up any longer.
The smooth ride grew bumpy suddenly, and Brady braced himself against his seat.
The softened expression on Romas's face-- only present for her-- hardened as he prepared himself to deal with whichever of his warriors had happened upon Kiera.
The soldier himself does the stabbing, hacking, burning, and pillaging, and always receives orders for these actions from men above him; he himself never gives an order.
The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.
The world was turning at Mach speed and Dean felt himself racing along with the uninformed, totally out of control.
Then he laughed at himself.
Then he smelled it and had to steady himself with both hands on the counter.
There had been no hesitation, no second guessing when Rhyn snapped Jade's neck. Over and over, Kris had tried to convince himself he'd do the same for his half-brother.
There is no negotiating with the Yirkin scum or my father's killer, A'Ran thought but held his tongue, aware his only ally believed himself right in this.
There were a few landscapes that were quite good, then he opened the page to a perfect likeness of himself.
There's no one to interest himself for him.
These words he kept to himself.
They figured he'd left to go fishing by himself just after we returned to Kansas.
They hadn't, but as long as he was awake and unable to sleep, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk.
They say that Arion, being a good swimmer, kept himself afloat until this ship happened to pass by and rescued him from the waves.
They shared a deep kiss and when they parted, Jackson wasn't sure he could tear himself away.
This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.
This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!
Though he had visited Rhyn regularly, Gabriel never was able to fully forgive himself for what felt like a betrayal of the only friend he had.
To rid himself of them he closed his eyes.
Toby's backpack was there along with his pink coat. Rhyn straightened, angry at himself for not hearing the boy leave. A flash of purple caught his eye through the trees, and he loped through the forest.
Trying to convince himself he was too angry to think straight, Jade shook his head and turned away.
Two rolled from his place on the concrete floor in the corner and unwrapped the ratty blanket he used to keep himself warm.
We should split, he forced himself to say.
We yacked the usual inanities for a few minutes until Howie excused himself to use the bathroom.
Weller poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.
When Dean didn't introduce himself, Faust gave Jennifer what he meant as an "old boy" pat on her arm and added, "Checking out the property one last time?"
When he finished the chores, he swallowed three aspirins and went outside to shovel the accumulating snow, hoping further activity might dissipate the anger he felt, not only at Shipton, but at himself for losing it in so public and childish manner.
When Pierre himself wanted to change his mind she would fight him with his own weapons.
When someone sacrifices himself for someone else, the assassination contract is void.
When the old man tried to engage him in further conversation—this time about Pumpkin Green and the general irresponsibility of today's youth—he excused himself on an important errand and left Westlake standing in the hall.
Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily.
While Cynthia didn't answer, her eyes told him if he did poke around, he'd better not get himself in deep do-do doing it.
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 he fancied himself at least an experimental, if not good cook, in his present state of mind he found himself reverting to bachelor days of quick-is-best.
While it was a nice ending, Dean didn't kid himself that he'd won the confrontation.
Why should he not cool himself in the refreshing water?
Why would the second guy put himself at such risk?
Without a thought as to who might be watching, he ducked into an alley and flung himself into the air.
You have to protect him, Rhyn. He's too young to get himself out of things.
You really think Sasha came here to throw himself on your mercy without some sort of back-up plan?