A comfortable bed replaced the cot utilized in Peabody and absolute darkness proved more conducive to sleep than the leaked light that often snuck into our old quarters.
A couple of wing-backed chairs and sofa sank luxuriously into that thick wine carpet, but what caught her full attention was the wide curving staircase.
A gust of wind whipped at her full skirt and tossed her long blond curls into the air.
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
A horrible thought burst unwanted into her mind.
A microscopic voice inside warned her to stop, but desire put uncontrolled passion into her response.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
A timid voice broke into their lovemaking.
A touch of humor came into his eyes.
A twinkle came into his eyes.
A voice broke into their lovemaking.
A whisper soft movement in the night alerted her, and she held her breath, straining her eyes into the darkness.
About 10 feet back into the cave water oozed from the wall, slowly dripping into a small rock pool.
Adrienne screamed, cramming her foot into the floor as if she, too, had a break pedal.
Adrienne stiffened, her heart lurching into frenzied activity at the sound of his voice.
After a long time they came into a clearing on the edge of the mountain.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
Alex tossed her into the air.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
Alondra walked into the room with some tissues and a damp rag.
An armadillo stared at them from a rocky ledge as they passed, and a doe and her fawn darted across the trail not more than a hundred yards ahead, disappearing into the brush.
An hour later she found herself staring vacantly into the fire again.
And now you're trying to tell me that I don't fit into them either.
And so they both managed to get her things into Mary's truck.
Are you going to help me into my wagon today?
As he continued to watch Zach, his expression molded into unmistakable awe.
As he joined her they squinted into the heat waves, shielding their eyes against the bright sun - trying to discern something of the shadows below the plume.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
As she glanced into the last bedroom, she noticed it had a patio door.
As she reached the tree, a large black furry form crashed into the trees ahead of her.
As she swung into the saddle, the horse sidestepped.
As she watched, the horses plunged down a dune, sending a spray of white sand into the dry air.
As soon as Howie emerged from the basement we all hurried into the living room and stood around, expectantly.
As they packed the last of the items into the back of his truck, he glanced up at her.
At eleven she finally crawled into the bed.
At his affirmative nod, she hurried to her room and changed into jeans and sneakers before he could change his mind.
At the end of the pool, it seeped back into the ground between some more rocks.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
At times he seemed on the verge of revealing it to Adrienne, only to draw back into himself and avoid her for days.
Back in his arms, Tammy leaned forward with her nose on his, looking into his eyes.
Back into the fuzzy recesses of her mind she crawled – back where it was safe.
Backing out of that file, she went into another.
Because he doesn't want to get married and I'm not going to force him into it by making him feel guilty.
Before she had time to protest, he scooped her into his arms and deposited her in the buggy.
Bennigsen should have advanced into Prussia sooner, then things would have taken a different turn...
Betsy named him Bumpus after his tendency to crash into immovable objects as he dashed around our house and yard.
Betsy was pointing at the television as Martha and Howie came into the room.
Betsy's red-eye flight for Chicago left at seven and I kissed her as she stepped into her cab at the curb.
Blood pulsed vigorously into her neck.
Bordeaux helped her into the saddle and then mounted one of the mules.
Bordeaux might not want to take them into their home.
Bordeaux slung a long leg around his saddle horn and tucked the glasses into his saddlebag.
Bordeaux took her hand in his and she gazed up into his solemn features.
Brandon crammed his hands into his pockets and stared at the floor, obviously in deep thought.
Brandon hit the breaks, and the car started to slide sideways... directly into the path of the Mack truck.
Brandon met her gaze, and his somber expression finally melted into a smile.
But it was a good hot meal that brought me into the diner the first time.
But really, I fell into the pool at the fountain, and this kind man brought me here to get me dry.
But when she came into the kitchen he was nowhere in sight.
But when they came into Lacedaemon, they heard his praises on every side.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
Cade dropped into a chair and immediately began to put away the food.
Cade joined her and climbed up into the seat on the sickle.
Cade launched into an investigation of the old truck while Cynthia and Mary caught up on the latest gossip.
Cade never came to visit - a fact that sent her into a down spiraling depression.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Carefully she moved her feet into a position with better leverage.
Cassie squinted into the darkness, searching for a target, but all she could see was dust and an occasional hoof.
Charcoal eyes burned into hers.
Closing it behind her, she moved into the cool moist air.
Could you have Howard look into his record?
Cynthia gathered him into her arms and sat down on the bed.
Cynthia was peeling potatoes when Claudette wandered into the kitchen.
Dad shouldn't have dragged you into this.
Darting down the stairs, she ran to the stage office, arriving as the driver was preparing to climb into the seat.
Did Bordeaux feel pressured into marrying the girl - to save her reputation?
Did she think Giddon had other reasons for bringing a young girl into the house?
Do you realize how close you came to running right into a bear?
Each carrying two canteens, a rifle and a lantern, they started off into the long shadows of the sand dunes.
Even most futurists have fallen into this trap.
Every time I found a way to lead into it, you came up with something else.
Every time you go into the woods, you get into trouble.
Examining history is not like gazing into some fantasy crystal ball, where what we see is prophetic in detail.
Finally she plunged into conversation with him.
Finally they descended into a low place in the ravine, momentarily putting an outcropping between them and the Indians who waited.
Finally, she turned and sauntered back into the apartment.
For a moment he simply gazed into her eyes, and then he drew a deep breath.
For a moment he stared into his coffee.
Fritz snatched the cigarette from his mouth and stepped away from the fire, glancing around nervously into the darkness.
From time to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed into her radiant smile.
Gazing up into his face, she smiled.
Getting into that building was getting more important all the time.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
Giddon swooped her into his arms and pushed through the brush.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
Giving him a few minutes to traverse the drive, she got up and went into the kitchen.
Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.
Glancing into the family room, he turned back to Cynthia.
Glancing up, she found herself staring into the eyes of Bordeaux.
Grabbing the saddle horn, she vaulted into the saddle and kicked the horse into a run.
Have you ever thought of turning this place into a dude ranch?
He carried it into the bushes but I didn't want to see it so I didn't follow him.
He chuckled and she glanced up into his mocking gaze.
He could have forced her into the car... could have drug her into the woods.
He could have led her deep into the woods with intent to harm.
He crammed his hands into his pockets and answered in a cold voice.
He dropped into his chair.
He dropped into the chair and glared at her.
He fired at another figure trying to force its way into the circle.
He frowned and stepped into the kitchen.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
He had a fight with your mother that night and went into town.
He had used her and she had played right into his hands.
He killed Mom, just the same as if he'd plunged a knife into her heart.
He knew he was being backed into a corner.
He laughed and grabbed her fist, jerking her into his arms.
He leaned back and gazed into the room.
He led her to his truck and opened the door, helping her into the truck.
He let the child fall into the trunk, slammed it and quickly drove away just as the mother was emerging from the house.
He lifted her chin again and looked deep into her eyes.
He lifted her in his arms and she allowed him to carry her deeper into the cave.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
He lifted his hat from a peg on the wall and shrugged into his coat.
He lowered the glasses and rolled over on his back, gazing up into her face.
He made a face and then delved into his food.
He moved close and pressed some meat into her hand.
He nodded and lapsed into silence.
He opened the door for her and they entered, quietly slipping into the kitchen.
He pulled her into a gentle comforting hug.
He put the bag of money on top of them and then leaped into the water.
He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
He reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up into his lap.
He said mildly as he climbed into the seat beside her.
He said, and dropped into a recliner.
He sank into the chair and let out a long breath.
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
He shrugged into one arm of his pajamas.
He shrugged into the pajama shirt.
He shucked his boots and waded into the water.
He simply went into town one day and never returned.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
He slapped the team into action and they headed for town at a more leisurely pace.
He squinted into the distance, scanning the entire horizon.
He stabbed a fork into the roast and cut a small slice off.
He stayed with them and was shocked when the car left the road, bumping into a secluded copse, frightening the girl.
He stood and slammed the magazine into the chair.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
He strode off into the other room.
He strode to the door, clamped on his hat, shrugged into his coat and left the house without so much as a good-bye.
He studied her face with mocking eyes, and his mouth twisted into a humorless smile.
He swung up on his horse and tipped his hat to her before riding into the desert.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
He took the wood from her arms and dropped it into the wood box.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and fixed Connie with a hostile stare.
He tucked the pan into the cabinet.
He turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
He turned his attention to the fire and tucked another piece of bark into the bright coals.
He wadded the apron into a ball.
He walked quickly, but very quietly, down the pathway into the darker woods.
He was dressed just as they had seen him when he jumped into the sea.
He was lounging against the kitchen doorway, staring down into his coffee cup.
He was picking up the paper and lowering his frame into a chair when he noticed she had stopped.
He was standing close and she was startled by a desire to be swept into his arms again.
He washed and bellied up to the table, proving his statement as he delved into the food.
He wasn't interested in marriage and he didn't want her trying to manipulate him into it.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
He watched the wolf disappear into the tall grass.
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
Her heart was racing, but she forced innocence into her voice.
Her jet black hair was swept up gracefully into a plaited crown.
Her knees finally gave way and she dropped into the chair.
Her rosebud mouth curved into a smile that never reached her eyes.
Her smile broadened into a grin as she reached for the cat.
His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown.
His expression was openly compassionate as he reached out, drawing her into his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
His face softened into a smile that invaded his eyes.
His face was pale and drawn as he shoved the range back into place.
His features twisted into what might have passed for a wry smile.
His gaze bored into hers, immediately identifying the source of her apprehension.
His lack of response sent a painful flush into her neck.
His lips crushed down on hers, bruising them as his fingers dug into her shoulders.
His lips twisted into a wry smile.
His mouth twisted into a bitter smile.
His mouth twisted into a sardonic smile.
His mouth twisted into a wry grin.
His mouth twisted into a wry smile.
His mouth twisted into what might have passed for a smile.
His thumb caressed her jaw as he gazed down into her face.
His words put courage into every heart.
How did she get herself into predicaments like this?
How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety?
How would they fit into Bordeaux's plans?
Howie lived with them for a few months but they eased him into an apartment nearby.
I admire the effort and sacrifice you put into it.
I can get into enough trouble without people squeezing imaginary insults out of my words.
I could see a man and a boy some distance away, pitching hay into a horse drawn wagon.
I don't know how I got into this situation in the first place.
I don't mean to make her feel unwelcome, but it was her own carelessness that got her into this situation.
I flirted like a hooker and goaded him into discussing all those sordid confessions he'd be hearing.
I just know I'll burst into tears or not know how to answer if they ask questions.
I rationalized myself right into his bed – right where I wanted to go.
I refused to be drawn into the discussion.
I started the dairy and everything I had went into getting it into the black.
I think he figures Brandon's into a good thing and he wants to share.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
I want you to promise me you won't go into the woods alone again.
I went into the building today.
I will confess that I intended to eat the little pig for my breakfast; so I crept into the room where it was kept while the Princess was dressing and hid myself under a chair.
I wouldn't sell the ranch after you put so much money into it.
I'd better get this stuff back into the house before it's crawling with ants.
I'll direct all my efforts into preparing for our new baby.
I'm sure you'll fit into his plans.
I'm the one who should be apologizing - for dragging you into this.
I've found old rock fences, and there's an old log cabin falling into ruins not too far from here.
If Howie drops into ten or twenty minutes of anyone's life, chance are all he sees is them picking their nose, reading a book or working.
If I pushed you into a relationship you didn't want.
If my mother happened to be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest.
If Sarah suspected that she already knew what was going on and looked the other way, why not welcome her into the family?
If you want to go into town for pizza, please don't feel obligated to invite me.
In her room, she dropped on the bed and threw her arms out, sinking into its softness.
Inside the archway were several doors, leading to different rooms built into the mountain, and Zeb and the Wizard lifted these wooden doors from their hinges and tossed them all on the flames.
Inside the quiet room, the balcony beckoned, so she slid the patio door open and stepped out into the balmy night.
Instead of braids, she brushed her hair into a ponytail.
Instead of keeping still, so I could eat him comfortably, he trembled so with fear that he fell off the table into a big vase that was standing on the floor.
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
It had been foolish to climb into the car with him.
It is expected to continue into the foreseeable future.
It seems the police are looking into the situation.
It shows me you have some inkling of the importance of this gift you possess and the dire consequences of it falling into the wrong hands.
It was a moonless night and the perpetrator cut the power, pitching the farm house into total darkness.
It was the most comical shapeless thing, this improvised doll, with no nose, mouth, ears or eyes--nothing that even the imagination of a child could convert into a face.
It's flapping jaws that get people into trouble.
Jonathan came into the room, fully dressed.
Just then a man came running into the hall and addressed the Prince after making a low bow.
Large Mahogany doors swung into an entry graced with antique furnishings.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
Leaning back, she gazed solemnly up into his eyes.
Leaning her head back, she forced the soft chair into a reclining position.
Leaning into one stirrup, she forced her other leg over the back of the horse and dismounted.
Let's not get into that again.
Let's not just plunge into this.
Life would be filled with mutual concessions I thought as I tucked my tee shirt into a bottom drawer.
Lifting her into strong arms, he deposited her roughly on the wagon seat.
Lifting the covers, he climbed into bed and moved close to her.
Lisa drew further back into the brush as the car drove by.
Lisa showered and crawled into the single bed in the guestroom.
Lisa went out to help her carry things into the house.
Make a list of anything you need and I'll drive into town Monday.
Make me a list of the things we would need and I'll take you into town.
Martha burst into tears and we tried one last time.
Martha jumped into the fray.
Mary smiled and the twinkle came back into her eyes.
Maybe hearing Mary say it so often had burned it into his brain.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
Mrs. Marsh burst into a fresh bout of tears, and Brandon put an arm around her, his own eyes growing misty.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
No one wanted to feel forced into anything.
No, she was reading too much into an innocent good night kiss.
No. I guess I'd be upset, too, if someone barged into my life that way.
Now put that energy into walking.
Now she had matured into an even more beautiful woman.
On the other side of the rocks, water sprang from the ground and spilled off a ledge into a large blue pool.
Once into the woods, she began to relax.
One by one he tossed the rocks into the pond.
One way or another, she had to get into that building.
Only low brush could grow in so small a space... no trees to prevent a vehicle from plunging into the forested mountain ranges below and beyond.
Only this time his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into frenzy.
Our route scooted between Pennsylvania and Virginia for three hours until we crossed into West Virginia and traded a major highway for winding secondary roads.
Our visions continued to keep us awake long into the night.
Personally, I don't buy into the paranormal.
Pete turned away and his soft footsteps faded into the darkness.
Possibly in answer to her prayers, the front of the car climbed into the air.
Pouring water from one of the canteens into his hat, he watered the horse.
Princip seized the opportunity and fired into the open car at a range of five feet, killing them both.
Pulling into a well lit empty parking lot, she parked the car to the side.
Pulling on his half-dry socks and tugging into his boots, he picked up his shirt and left the area.
Quint dropped into the seat and started the engine.
Removing his hat, he glided into the booth.
Royce's hostile expression slowly faded into a sheepish smile.
Scraping the left-overs into a bowl, she ran water to wash the dishes.
Scraps from the table coaxed him out even during the daylight hours - but only when she stepped back into the house.
Seconds later it crashed into the trees below.
Señor Medena shoved hands into his pockets.
Several minutes stretched into ten or more with neither of us closing our eyes.
She accepted the coffee and scowled into the tin cup.
She began to moan and sunk her nails into my back until we finally flopped back in exhaustion.
She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others.
She climbed into her wagon and dropped onto the hard seat.
She climbed into the leather seat and he shut the door after her.
She combed Destiny's hair into pig tails, and then on impulse, did the same with hers.
She cowered into her hiding place, trying to breathe softly in spite of her state of panic.
She crammed the pictures down into the suitcase.
She curled into a ball and he covered her with his coat.
She curled into a ball and tried to go back to sleep.
She cut her explanation off short as Cade pulled into the drive.
She delved into her work, wishing that Brandon could be there.
She didn't want to jump into marriage with a man she hardly knew, but she didn't want to chance loosing him, either.
She dug her fingers into the soft sand, avoiding his eyes.
She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.
She flattened against the rock wall as she heard the horse scramble down into the ravine a little way down from her.
She gave him a sour look and kicked the horse into a lope, ranging out ahead of him.
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
She gazed up into eyes that were full of tenderness.
She gazed up into his face.
She grabbed a handful of clothes from the drawer and threw them into the suitcase.
She had allowed herself to fall into the role of mistress.
She had been the one who pushed him back into it.
She had changed into respectable clothes and looked painfully beautiful.
She had no intention of hopping into bed with Brandon before they were married - house rules or not.
She had no intention of letting him turn her into a mouse.
She had to get into that building and find out if there was any chance of a relationship with Yancey.
She heard the gurgling water before the creek came into view.
She held her breath as they approached and turned into the circular drive.
She hugged her arms and hunched down into her jacket, her teeth chattering.
She hung the last garment and changed into jeans and tennis shoes before leaving the house.
She inspected a tee shirt of mine, sniffed it with disgust, and tossed it into a trash can across the room.
She jerked her hand free and darted past the wide-eyed Claudette - up the stairs and into the safety of her room.
She launched into an explanation of the truckload of supplies and a description of her new room.
She leaned into his kiss, completely surrendering to the arms that surrounded her.
She led us into a large room, dominated by a pot belly stove.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes.
She lifted her head, peering into the darkness.
She lifted the blankets and crawled into bed feeling disappointed.
She made sure her computer was solely a word processor with no on line capabilities so no one could ever hack into it.
She might be getting over him, but the idea of running into him in town was particularly disturbing.
She mounted again and watched him swing lithely into the saddle.
She peeked around the door again just in time to see him walk into the office and close the door.
She picked up a small valise and lifted her skirt as she stepped off the boardwalk into the dust.
She plunged into the food on her plate, discovering that Brandon wasn't bragging about his mother's cooking.
She preceded him into the house and swiftly burdened the table with lunch.
She pulled her boots off and waded into the cool water.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
She ran to the horse and lifted her skirt high enough to get a foot into the stirrup.
She released his arm only to grab it again as one of the buggy wheels dropped into a pothole.
She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, staring out into the night.
She sank into the luxurious seat, enjoying the smooth ride and the smell of leather.
She sat up, tucking her shirt back into her pants.
She scooped the tomatoes into her hands and poured them into a bowl.
She scrambled into the seat and grinned down at him.
She scraped bones from a plate into a hole she had dug in the sand.
She settled into the old rocker and snapped on the lamp.
She settled into the seat and smiled down at him.
She shifted in the seat and peered into the night.
She shivered in her light cotton nightgown and curled up into a ball.
She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
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 sighed and wandered absently into the kitchen.
She slammed the plates into the sink.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
She slipped into her shoes, still smarting from his reproach.
She snuggled down into the covers and yawned.
She snuggled into his arms and felt safe for the first time since the accident.
She spoke into the receiver.
She squinted into the distance.
She stabbed the spade into the flowerbed and gazed off into the distance.
She stared at Darcie, clenching her hands so tight that her fingernails bit into her palms.
She stared at him, her insides winding into a tight ball.
She stared down into the sink, feeling violated.
She stared into her cup, not wanting to say anything that would add fuel to the torch she suspected he was carrying for her.
She stared into the early darkness of a thick cloud cover.
She stared into the flames, wondering why none of the windows had curtains, and why so many things were left to gather dust in the attic.
She supplied bitterly as she rinsed the last dish and put it into the rack.
She tentatively lifted a foot into the front seat, and knew a moment of panic when her sandal heel caught in the hem of her dress.
She threw the potato into a pan and eyed Carmen reflectively.
She tossed the chopped lettuce into a large stainless steel bowl.
She tried to bring a knee into his groin, but he dodged in anticipation.
She tucked her suspicions back into a corner of her mind.
She tucked the spot into her jeans, trying not to expose her tears.
She walked into the den twice and stared at the computer.
She was only a month into two years old, but she was big for her age.
She was putting supper on the table when she glanced out the window and noticed Giddon riding Diablo back into the yard.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
She was staring at the cake, trying to find some fond memory to shove aside the pictures in her mind when Sarah walked into the room.
She was still smiling when she walked back into the kitchen.
She watched him climb stiffly into his wagon and knew a moment of sadness when she remembered that before long she would be leaving and she would never see him again.
She went upstairs and changed into Jeans and a fitted blouse.
She winced as she stood, and glanced up into blue eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared into the dusk.
Silently, she slipped into the building.
Slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, she headed for the kitchen.
Slipping into the new nightgown, she slid between the sheets.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
So, with a snort and a neigh and a whisk of his short tail he trotted off the roof into the air and at once began floating downward to the street.
Some of the money she had saved would have to go into new clothing - and soon.
Some people just put more effort into distinguishing right from wrong than others.
Soon, with the gun in one hand, he crept back into the cave.
Space-time in simple terms is a mathematical model that combines space and time into a single continuum.
Still, if she could get into that building and find out, it might ease her mind.
Still, the car weaved as he guided it back into the right lane.
Taking a zip-lock bag of scraps from the refrigerator, she opened the door and stepped out into the cool dawn.
Tammy half skipped and hopped down the hall, throwing a shy smile over her shoulder at Lisa before disappearing into a doorway.
Tears filled her eyes, but she forced the water fight at her car into her mind to push out the other.
Thankful for the change of subject, Cynthia launched into a description of her latest conquests with the cat, again tucking that nagging doubt to the back of her mind.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
That made an extraordinary long hole, as you may imagine, and reached far down into the earth; and, as I leaned over it to try to see to the bottom, I lost my balance and tumbled in.
The blood bounded back into her neck.
The blush was developing into a burning flame.
The building she had spent more than a month trying to get into and now was the site of an open house.
The chances were, he rarely got into town at all.
The children and the Wizard rushed across the moving rock and sprang into the passage beyond, landing safely though a little out of breath.
The driver handed him an envelope and hopped into the car.
The driver pitched her old clothes in the boot and helped her into the stage.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
The first raindrop slammed into the window so hard that she instinctively recoiled.
The fish flipped and dived back into the water.
The flames threw eerie lights into the sand around the wagons, but nothing moved.
The four freight wagons pulled into a single line behind her.
The Gargoyles roughly pushed them into the opening, where there was a platform, and then flew away and left them.
The gray eyes held a glint of something more than humor, but his lips twisted into a satirical smile.
The horse finally came into view and she slumped to the ground in relief.
The king's soldiers were sent into every part of the country.
The lights of Washington finally came into view.
The lint he tucked back into his pocket, and the ring he tossed on the table in front of Adrienne.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
The mule lurched forward and the others followed, jerking the wagon into action.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
The newly christened Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Gustefson were finally merged into one apartment and blissfully drifting back to a day to day routine.
The old Indian gripped Bordeaux's arm and nodded, his mouth working into a snaggletoothed grin.
The only problem is that it all doesn't fit into your preconceived plans.
The pace increased until a horse leaped over the wagon tongue and into the circle.
The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
The problem is the further I go into the past, the less accuracy I can attain.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
The stage pulled into Bradley in a cloud of twilight dust.
The surface of the water ruptured, spewing a colorful fish into the air.
The twinkle came back into his eyes.
The very next day she was straining over the counter to reach behind the stove when Cade came into the kitchen.
The wagon groaned into a slow roll.
The Wizard's sword-blade snapped into a dozen pieces at the first blow he struck against the wooden people.
The women, hearing him, poured into the area, with smiles as broad as his.
Then he caught up another piglet and pushed it into the first, where it disappeared.
Then he led her into the cave.
Then she ran straight into the fence - like she didn't see it.
Then, having tied the wooden creature securely, the boy buckled the strap and tossed his prisoner into the buggy.
There she changed into jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers.
There's nothing sensitive about Claudette, but if you want to move into that room upstairs with the balcony, go ahead.
They couldn't be seen unless someone came down into the ravine.
They did not go far into the woods.
They finally reached the creek, where Giddon stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms.
They followed his parents into the house and Adrienne hesitated at the dining room door.
They had stored Brandon's things, and Rachel had moved into his room.
They let you fall into the water, and you would have been drowned, if it hadn't been for me.
They moved off and their voices faded into the noise of the waking town.
They quickly melted into the heat waves again.
They rode into Ashley in the late afternoon.
They trekked back down the hallway to the family room and then into a spacious kitchen.
This is a nice scrape you've got me into, isn't it?
This time they started out heading west, into a maze of arroyos and low brush.
This time they were on the balcony, gazing into the night, his arm around her waist.
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
Through his shirt sleeves she could feel the swell of his biceps and her heart jumped into high gear.
Throwing my voice into any object I pleased, to make it appear that the object was speaking instead of me.
To their right was a doorway into a huge family room.
Together they had redecorated the room and changed it into a nursery.
Tossing her worn clothing into the brown paper, she tied it up and left the room.
Tossing the two of them into the same thought brought out the contrast.
Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.
Tucking a toe in the stirrup, she swung up into the saddle.
Turning her head, he lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes.
We assumed our now familiar positions with Howie changed into pajamas and robe.
We drove along the beach and into the town of Nahant.
We stumbled into an incredible gift that was bestowed on Howie and we couldn't live with ourselves or look at one another if we didn't embrace everything in our power to maximize its benefits.
We were an hour into our drive south before I broached the subject, asking her about the tete-a-tete.
We're running into a little turbulence from the storm.
Well, as I was hurrying along, I heard a great splash, as though something had fallen into the pool by the fountain.
What was he thinking, dragging her into this?
What would inspire someone to chisel their name into a rock so far from civilization?
What's got into you lately?
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted when Tammy sped into his arms like a bullet.
Whatever. Just think it over and don't jump into something you might live to regret.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
When he came into the kitchen, his gaze settled on her.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
When I get my thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset them or throw them into confusion.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
With his hands to his face, he burst into tears, shocking us.
With his help she got into the saddle.
With that thought, she nestled down into the bed and fell asleep.
Without another word, he turned the horse and kicked it into a trot in the opposite direction.
Would he think she was pressuring him into marriage now?
Yancey tossed his newspaper aside and stomped into the hallway, where he gruffly answered the intrusive caller.
You can run away from him, stay in the same relationship, or set your foot down and get things back into control.
You can't just march into a person's life and disrupt it.
You live here; you just might bump into someone you know.
You promised you wouldn't go into the woods alone.
You shouldn't change your goals simply because they don't fit into someone else's plans.
You wouldn't get two miles into those woods before you were lost.
You're growing into quite the young lady.