Alex knew very well what he wanted.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
I never knew there was so much.
I knew that it would not rain any more.
He already knew she was here, and it wasn't as though she could run and hide.
I told them all I knew about them.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
No one knew what the future held, but if they faced everything together, surely they would grow together.
You knew she intended it for you.
I knew you'd be upset and there is nothing you can do... nothing I can do.
Nobody knew where he had gone, or how he had escaped.
I never knew any Madame Jacquot.
Boris knew nothing about the Boulogne expedition; he did not read the papers and it was the first time he had heard Villeneuve's name.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
They were a family who knew all they had was each other.
No, it's no one my family knew but I think the change will be good for me.
He was tired, he was vexed, he hardly knew what he said.
The old man already knew everything.
The next thing she knew, Alex was shaking her awake and telling her they were changing planes.
No one even knew where you were!
Of grammar she knew nothing and she cared nothing for it.
Suddenly we stopped, and I knew, without being told, the Sea was at my feet.
All he knew was that at the commencement of the action balls and shells began flying all over his regiment and hitting men and that afterwards someone had shouted "Cavalry!" and our men had begun firing.
Maybe he knew it would do no good.
It was probably the last thing he expected to hear, and yet, he knew it was true.
I knew you'd let them come! she said quickly all in one breath.
If Pete had another name, nobody knew it.
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 knew her face was getting red.
He was too weak to chase her down this time, and she knew it.
He gave orders to prepare for a fresh conflict to finish the enemy and did this not to deceive anyone, but because he knew that the enemy was beaten, as everyone who had taken part in the battle knew it.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
Pierre did not understand what his benefactor was saying, but he knew (the categories of thoughts were also quite distinct in his dream) that he was talking of goodness and the possibility of being what they were.
And the point is that we knew whom he had it from.
She knew it was right in front.
Pierre knew that Makar Alexeevich was Joseph Bazdeev's half-insane brother and a hard drinker.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
They all knew very well that the enchanting countess' illness arose from an inconvenience resulting from marrying two husbands at the same time, and that the Italian's cure consisted in removing such inconvenience; but in Anna Pavlovna's presence no one dared to think of this or even appear to know it.
He knew no more than the others what his words meant.
Everybody knew him, the Emperor liked him, and he was young and interesting.
With the naive conviction of young men in a merry mood that other men's wives were created for them, Rostov did not leave the lady's side and treated her husband in a friendly and conspiratorial style, as if, without speaking of it, they knew how capitally Nicholas and the lady would get on together.
He knew that an apple should not be plucked while it is green.
This wasn't the Alex she knew.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
By whoever invited all these other people - I suppose because she was someone I knew.
I guess I always knew he was secretive - even you to some degree.
Alex would never cheat - not on someone he respected and admired more than anyone he knew.
Maybe they thought she never knew.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Lisa knew it felt good.
Sure. Is it someone your family knew?
A boss she knew little about.
I knew he was capable of something like this.
I've kept my identity hidden for five years now, but I knew deep down inside that it couldn't last forever.
Even as the idea occurred that she would rather have this room, she knew she couldn't ask.
I thought everybody around here knew about the Cade's.
She knew that when she accepted the job so any complaint at this point would be out of line.
Cynthia knew her face was getting red.
She knew the color was deepening in her cheeks.
She knew what she liked, and it rarely had anything to do with what was in style.
I never knew you thought of me as anything but a housekeeper - an opinionated one at that.
Cade knew how to be a friend, even if he didn't know what to say.
Almost immediately his breathing changed and she knew he was asleep.
In the fog of desire she knew one thing - it was too late to protest.
She knew that at the time, so why had she pushed reason aside?
As far as he knew, she made a habit of this kind of activity.
At least now she knew where they stood.
Maybe he knew he was about to lose a good housekeeper.
A doctor appointment confirmed what she already knew, and that everything was normal - as normal as they could be under the circumstances.
After the fourth week she knew he wouldn't be back.
I knew you didn't want children.
I knew I was losing control and I should have stopped then.
He knew that these were the eyes of the wolf.
I knew typesetters who said computers would never duplicate their quality; travel agents who said the Internet would never replace them, and whose stockbrokers reassured them this was true.
I knew my own mind well enough and always had my own way, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it.
In a flash I knew that the word was the name of the process that was going on in my head.
I took my "Reader for Beginners" and hunted for the words I knew; when I found them my joy was like that of a game of hide-and-seek.
Almost before I knew it, the train stopped at the Tuscumbia station, and there on the platform stood the whole family.
Only those who knew and loved him best can understand what his friendship meant to me.
I cannot help feeling as if I knew its gifted author.
The signs, which I had learned the day before, and which I thought I knew perfectly, confused me.
If more people knew this, and the friends and relatives of deaf children learned the manual alphabet at once the deaf all over the world would be happier and better educated.
Helen Keller writing "The Frost King" was building better than she knew and saying more than she meant.
Then my parents knew I would live, and they were very happy.
In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price.
The Concord hunter told him what he knew and offered him the skin; but the other declined it and departed.
I never knew it to open in the course of a winter, not excepting that of '52-3, which gave the ponds so severe a trial.
Bonaparte himself, not trusting to his generals, moved with all the Guards to the field of battle, afraid of letting a ready victim escape, and Bagration's four thousand men merrily lighted campfires, dried and warmed themselves, cooked their porridge for the first time for three days, and not one of them knew or imagined what was in store for him.
In Bagration's detachment no one knew anything of the general position of affairs.
From behind him Bondarchuk, an hussar he knew, jolted against him and looked angrily at him.
Several of those present smiled at Zherkov's words, expecting one of his usual jokes, but noticing that what he was saying redounded to the glory of our arms and of the day's work, they assumed a serious expression, though many of them knew that what he was saying was a lie devoid of any foundation.
How and when this would be he did not know, he did not even know if it would be a good thing (he even felt, he knew not why, that it would be a bad thing), but he knew it would happen.
It seemed to him that everyone knew what had happened to him as he knew it himself.
Pierre knew that everyone was waiting for him to say a word and cross a certain line, and he knew that sooner or later he would step across it, but an incomprehensible terror seized him at the thought of that dreadful step.
Or he would suddenly feel ashamed of he knew not what.
She was looking at them with an expression they both knew, an expression thoughtful and sad.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
She knew that her going in during the night at an unusual hour would irritate him.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
Everyone probably knew about the incident with Dulce last night.
Surely he knew she wouldn't leave him over something that happened before they met.
Quint knew he should quell the ire that surged up and pounded in his neck.
As she stared at the caskets she knew she should feel something – should cry.
Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.
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.
The seclusion she knew well, having been brought up less than five miles from this house.
Who knew what would tick him off?
What was it about him that she responded to in spite of what she knew about him?
Those animals were more afraid of her than she of them, and he knew it.
If Sarah suspected that she already knew what was going on and looked the other way, why not welcome her into the family?
He knew all the right buttons to push.
I can't imagine how Allen knew.
Allen didn't do drugs either – as far as she knew.
Even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true.
He never looked directly at her, but the way he held back branches was indication enough that he knew she was there and was thinking of her.
Today while she was in town, she'd ask Connie if she knew what it was.
I knew it when he caught you alone beside the pool.
Len suspected or knew something.
And yet, even after he knew she suspected something, he made no attempt to send her home.
He knew she was not in the chair, but he had no way of knowing she had been to the building.
I knew he and Lisa had dated for a long time, and I knew they had a falling out, but I never thought he'd try to hurt her physically.
I always thought I knew what was going on out there.
Lisa wasn't looking for it, but when she saw it, she knew what it was.
He knew his father would disapprove of her.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
Some might call it luck, but she knew better.
She knew some students like that, but none would be found in their apartment.
He knew he was being backed into a corner.
You reckon them Injuns knew we was around?
That much she knew from a conversation she had overheard between two men in Ashley.
She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.
Instantly she knew that wasn't true.
He knew exactly where to look.
She watched his retreating back and knew there would be little sleep for her tonight.
She knew by the way he rode that it was Bordeaux.
Even the animals were quiet, as if they knew danger lurked in the darkness.
They barely knew each other.
Lord, she prayed, please don't let them get Chauncey - and then she knew nothing.
As much as she would like to have offered to walk while he rode, she knew they would cover ground faster if she rode and he walked.
Unless someone knew the area, they could pass within a hundred feet of it and not know it was there.
Again, it struck her that she knew little about him.
It was plain that the Indian girl knew she had created a problem.
She knew her face was as red as his.
She knew little about Bordeaux except that she loved him.
If you knew Mr. Cade nearly as well as you think you do, you would know that he is actually very sensitive.
I knew I had ruined everything between us.
I knew you would take the responsibility, even if you didn't want the baby.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
I knew, because I felt the same way.
By the time Claudette showed up, I knew for sure.
Maybe I'd admit what happened to friends I knew I could trust.
When my aunt practically insisted he visit me, I was scared to death wondering what he knew or why he wanted to come.
While he exuded honesty and sincerity, we barely knew the man.
I first spoke to Martha, while not fully committed; I knew she was more sympathetic to Howie than her husband.
Besides, I knew her far better than her husband.
He insisted I tell him where I was setting my units so he always knew approximately where he was going.
But he knew he must remember him as he did his master.
He cared for Claire, or at least, he was attracted to her, and she didn't know if there was more than what she knew about them.
He offered his wrist, and she knew he was offering much more.
Two had helped force feed him, before he knew kiri loved him.
Darian knew him because of Sofia.
Will he ever be close to the man I knew?
He knew Sofia better than he knew Damian.
He knew as much and was as grateful for the two men before him as he was at finding his brother again.
In the words of an Oracle I once knew, get used to it.
He didn't look like the threat she knew him to be.
Her eyes flew up in shock that he knew about her plan to get Gabriel back.
But deep down, I knew I deserved it.
He knew she'd understand.
I suppose you knew that, too.
He grinned at her and waved as if he knew who she was.
She had chosen him partly for his ability to assume control while keeping everyone's best interest in mind... and partly because he aroused a passion she never knew existed.
They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they were safe.
He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
He knew how to work with his hands.
The people there knew nothing about war and conquest.
He was senseless; but I knew he wasn't drowned.
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.
People were still alive who knew the Wright brothers.
One Gallup poll at the time said more people knew about the trial than knew the full name of the president.
You knew little of what any other scientist was working on.
What if you knew exactly what to plant, when to plant it, when to harvest it?
He understood my signs, and I knew it and loved him at once.
This was before I knew many words.
It delighted me inexpressibly to find that they knew the manual alphabet.
So my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when I knew that my wish was at last to be realized.
One thing is certain, the language was ineffaceably stamped upon my brain, though for a long time no one knew it, least of all myself.
I never knew even the names of the members of the "court" who did not speak to me.
I wrote timidly, fearfully, but resolutely, urged on by my teacher, who knew that if I persevered, I should find my mental foothold again and get a grip on my faculties.
I had a French grammar in raised print, and as I already knew some French, I often amused myself by composing in my head short exercises, using the new words as I came across them, and ignoring rules and other technicalities as much as possible.
So long as we felt his loving presence and knew that he took a watchful interest in our work, fraught with so many difficulties, we could not be discouraged.
The signs, which I had so lately learned, and which I thought I knew, perplexed me.
I knew that there were obstacles in the way; but I was eager to overcome them.
Before we began the story Miss Sullivan explained to me the things that she knew I should not understand, and as we read on she explained the unfamiliar words.
Her pronunciation of this gradually became indistinct, and when I first knew her it was nothing more than a peculiar noise.
If you knew all the joy I feel in being able to speak to you to-day, I think you would have some idea of the value of speech to the deaf, and you would understand why I want every little deaf child in all this great world to have an opportunity to learn to speak.
I knew that in that sunny land spring had come in all its splendour.
What was the meaning of this so steady and self-respecting, this small Herculean labor, I knew not.
And when the sound died quite away, and the hum had ceased, and the most favorable breezes told no tale, I knew that they had got the last drone of them all safely into the Middlesex hive, and that now their minds were bent on the honey with which it was smeared.
I had the previous winter made a small quantity of lime by burning the shells of the Unio fluviatilis, which our river affords, for the sake of the experiment; so that I knew where my materials came from.
This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!
Yes, I knew it long ago but had forgotten.
Pierre well knew this large room divided by columns and an arch, its walls hung round with Persian carpets.
And in my dream I knew that these drawings represented the love adventures of the soul with its beloved.
She knew it was a proof that in the depth of his soul he was glad she was remaining at home and had not gone away.
They knew their Natasha, and alarm as to what would happen if she heard this news stifled all sympathy for the man they both liked.
And Rostopchin now knew it.
He could scarcely read, and knew nothing.
Ermolov was nowhere to be found and no one knew where he was.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
She was gazing where she knew him to be; but she could not imagine him otherwise than as he had been here.
No one knew she was there except...
From the time they broke up, she knew it could come to this if he were left to his own devices.
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
I've seen a lot of places and people in these visions but never anyone I knew.
Neither Martha nor I knew what details Howie knew of the event.
Now we knew we possessed an incredible tool at our fingertips.
I don't know what, if anything, Howie saw but he knew Quinn tricked him and he went ballistic.
Each of the four knew their job and we proceeded to conduct four tests before the day was over.
I knew he desperately wanted to pursue Howie's never-before-encountered ability as far as it would go.
We knew similar situations would arise when missing children would be found dead, or actually murdered.
I knew what I was about to say was far more than I wanted to offer.
He remained adverse to any case where he knew for sure that someone was killed.
While we reveled in our triumphs, we knew in our hearts we couldn't maintain our present pace.
We chose a seafood establishment where we knew a back booth would provide the privacy we needed for our important postponed conversation.
He now knew there were five of us although no other information was conveyed to him.
We knew some of our tips never came to fruition simply because authorities lacked the probable cause to arrest the perpetrator.
We knew the young girl was in trouble shortly after she left her house, with Howie following closely behind her.
Howie immediately awoke; not wishing to witness what he knew would follow.
We knew it was but a temporary hibernation.
I knew no human saw me that night and yet the dogs of police received information on me and began snapping at my heels!
However, we knew a careless word overheard could spell our doom.
I knew Betsy viewed scores of non-abduction cases, any of which Howie could solve in a minute.
While Merrill Cooms knew there were five of us and had spoken to each, we'd never identified which one of us held the gift.
I knew from the start he was a fake-a-roo!
I'd voiced this concern to Betsy throughout the week and I knew she was of a like mind.
He obviously knew he owed us an explanation but I sensed he would wait us out until someone asked.
The few people I've met who knew me back then say I'm a different person.
I knew he was squirming but I pressed on.
He knew I had a wife and there was at least one other female and we numbered five.
I knew craved forgiveness from the others, but lacked the capability to attain it.
I knew this conversation deserved more thought on my part but it felt good taking some action, even if it might prove misguided.
He also murdered a deputy sheriff who stopped him because the law knew his license plate from a tip.
I knew from my in depth research, the number and location of all payphones bearing the area code and first two numbers dear Brenda provided me.
I knew to right the train on the track apologies needed be given.
The break-in was only hours old and we knew the exact location from Howie's first visit.
Howie's body began a strange movement we knew to be his effort to move more rapidly.
I knew when we started this business it was like I was in the backseat of Thelma and Louise's car hurtling toward a cliff edge.
He'd die if he knew what I did!
I knew right off what he was babbling about.
She knew my feelings by the look on my face.
Sure, I knew what I was considering was contemptible but I figured all I was doing was identifying him; not stopping the good stuff he was doing... what all you guys, were doing up here.
I knew I would be suborning a lie and allowing a relationship I felt strongly was tenuous at best to move forward into a life commitment.
I considered waiting until morning before speaking to my wife but I knew I wouldn't sleep anyway.
I knew any defense of Julie O'Malley would bring the wrath of heaven down on our bed.
He left the wallet with the body so no one knew the card and papers even existed, much less were stolen.
While I knew we were helpless to do anything positive in Howie's absence, I never-the-less opened the site where Betsy located cases for our attention.
I knew she remained frightened and I sensed his knowledge of the apparent closeness of the Delabama killer gave at least a modicum of comfort.
It's a relief the monster wasn't responsible for Vermont but I'd feel much better if I knew he didn't break into Julie's place.
Baffled. He really hardly knew her but thinks he's supposed act like he's grieving.
I immediately knew where I was; on the carousel because I was spinning slowly around while blue and red lights revolved around the room.
What's more, I knew she was right.
God, I knew all this would end someday but I never dreamed it would feel so empty.
When I didn't answer immediately, she knew the answer.
He's the only one who knew how to manipulate them.
While I dreaded frightening my wife further, I knew I owed her the information on the motor home.
I needed time to formulate a response to Detective Jackson's questions but I wished I had some idea of the extent of what he knew or had deduced.
Of course I knew who Annie was.
You actually knew her personally?
Everyone in the crowded room knew Pastor Humphries and treated him with the reverence as a visiting cardinal.
I'm not sure how well they knew him.
In New Hampshire, I watched as another tried to mimic me and failed while no one even knew I was nearby.
I found the key, just where you said but when I went in, I knew something was wrong.
I managed to calm myself enough to relate what little I knew of what happened to the people with whom we'd both worked so closely.
I suddenly realized where the illusive motor home was parked and I knew Baby Claire Elizabeth LeBlanc was unidentified but alive!
I knew he wanted to remain close to Julie so I said nothing further about trying to go back.
I knew Quinn kept cryptic notes of machine settings and results but I was sure the majority of his writings remained in Keene.
While he never owned up to it, Betsy and I knew he retained records of ventures into the deeper past, where Howie refused to go.
I only knew settings somehow incorporated GPS numbers.
I was sure he wanted to know about the tipster and when he asked me outright if it was I, I knew I was correct.
It was two in the morning and I knew Howie was exhausted.
Quinn didn't have to record current time settings; he knew that stuff by heart.
I thought I knew but I asked anyway.
Back last fall he knew I didn't want to go there.
While it would take time for precise confirmation, we all knew the burned out vehicle contained the bodies of Howie Abbott and John Luke Grasso.
While the killer's intentions were unknown, we knew Howie thwarted them both to their death.
I knew I had only bought time for Molly and I and our captor would soon learn of the nonsense I'd fed him and be done with me.
We knew we had but hours before we'd be permanently thrown into darkness.
He couldn't remember when he'd last had a full five hours of his own, and he knew he wasn't likely to get another break for a while.
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
She knew him to be merciless, and his words only reminded her how dangerous he was.
Dusty knew the memory of killing in order to be initiated wasn't something even Bianca could take away from him.
You ever meet someone and you knew there was something just wrong about them?
He hesitated, visibly unsettled by what she knew were her spinning silver-blue eyes.
He knew without asking she'd left him dinner again.
Cold fury replaced the regret, and he knew he'd do anything to keep her from danger.
She didn't doubt it and felt somewhat satisfied her brother at least knew there would be consequences to any stupidity.
She sat up and gazed at him, chewing her lip in a way he knew to be an indication that she was troubled.
He said nothing to Talon, gave no trace he knew something was wrong.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
Even then his gaze was haunted, as if he somehow knew his fate.
Dusty didn't say what they both knew, that Darian's attempt to save the world broke something they didn't know how to fix.
Jule understood the importance of her appearance, just as he knew all bets were off once she was revealed.
His erratic moods had grown more volatile the past couple of days, and she knew better than to draw his attention.
Some of the locals she knew from her frequent visits seated themselves before Sean at the bar.
She knew better than to relax around her father, whose hand was likely to fly at the drop of a hat.
Dusty trusted her for a reason, and if Dusty trusted someone, Damian knew she was the best at what she did.
The guardsman was on his back, but Jule knew he wouldn't be down for long.
When it didn't morph into something else, she knew it was what he wanted.
She knew she'd have to leave him.
She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.
If she had a choice of what to believe, she'd believe Jule, a man she barely knew.
She'd never before wondered how or why he knew so much about fighting.
Her presence would have the same calming effect on Dusty, who was the most wound-up man Jule knew.
If he crossed an Other, he knew exactly what the risk was.
She wondered if he knew what she saw.
Thousands of years hadn't given him much insight into a woman's way of thinking, but this he knew without a doubt.
He was always right, even when he told her to ask Damian something he knew very well.
He didn't understand the ins and outs of their blood bond, but he knew how much she rocked his world when she drank from him earlier.
The Watcher smiled in response, and Damian knew well enough his kind truly thought themselves superior.
He was messing with her—he knew she was hungry!
While afraid, she knew whatever he was, he needed help.
He knew without touching her mind that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.
From what little she knew about etiquette, she was occupying the seat of the lady of the house.
He was accompanied by Dustin and two other men, one she knew as Sasha, a man who'd struck her with his devotedness to his family, and Levi, a man who'd been present in many of his pre-Schism memories.
The Guardians knew that betrayal would be confronted by Dusty, and even those loyal to Damian feared him appearing unexpectedly at their door.
Damian knew him well enough to know all the tales weren't true.
She still wore the gown, though strands of hair blinded her and she knew her pillow would be filled with makeup.
She knew he could heal people.
I knew it would hurt you.
The halls narrowed and sloped, and he knew he'd been this way before even though he didn't remember when.
Dusty and Jule knew better than to pry what happened when he confronted Claire.
He trusted Sofia to either of the two men before him and knew Dusty was the more likely of the two to shoot first and ask questions later if she was threatened.
He went to the library, where he knew she'd be hiding out.
Her chest was tight and her breath short, but she knew there was one way to find out what happened to Damian.
He knew nothing beyond the past twenty-four hours.
Every step he took brought more memories of people and places he felt to his core he knew – but couldn't recognize.
Was what she felt for Gabriel nothing more than destiny and Immortal laws she knew nothing about?
He always knew how to read her.
The simple, purposeful touch reinforced what she already knew.
Why try to help her, if he knew her destiny already?
The ones only he knew that let him win.
It had to be a dream, except that she remembered the heat of the skin beneath his shirt and tracing the scars she knew covered his body.
Need was thick in her body, an inhuman craving she knew now how to satisfy.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Did he trust her or assume she knew better than to run?
Of course, he chose two of the most selfish people she knew.
This world had been all she knew three weeks ago.
If he knew she was there, wouldn't he come himself?
Granted, she hadn't heard anything, but she knew Darkyn well enough to know he didn't plan on leaving anyone alive.
I knew something was wrong.
Deidre held his gaze, wishing she knew the right answer to anything.
With his hair mussed and his youthful features, he didn't look like the devil she knew him to be.
Was this how Darkyn knew how to make deals?
I don't think she knew they were working as much against her as with her.
As much as it hurt, she knew her place was with Darkyn.
There was an edge in his voice, one that told her he already knew.
I never knew there were so many.
I knew he'd figure out something.
Her hope had been crushed in every other way – except that it stirred once more at the idea there was more to him than she knew.
As soon as I touched you, I knew, he said.
You let me go the first time because you knew I was your mate.
You knew that though, didn't you?
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.
She planted her hands on her hips, tempted but not about to do it, now the she knew he wanted her to.
Deidre looked from Harmony to Selyn, wishing she knew how to diffuse the situation in a way that Selyn was able to escape.
Deidre guessed the death dealer knew enough about Darkyn to fear him.
She probably knew many of the same rules Darkyn did about creating terms.
Instead, she wondered if those people she lived with would punish her if they knew what she was doing.
She knew she'd deserve it, just for being in here.
The Deans were devastated and knew when Fred O'Connor returned and learned the news, he too would be crushed that his young pal was leaving.
I always knew Martha was only here temporarily but I thought we'd at least get some warning.
They both knew he spoke the truth—a steady salary would go a long way toward lessening their money problems.
When Dean first introduced himself, the young lady continued with her engaging smile until it became obvious she had no idea what he was saying—even after he sputtered the half-dozen words of Spanish he knew.
I knew better but the other kids called me chicken.
He knew Cynthia wanted to update him on her talk with Martha, but both realized time was short as they planned to take Martha to dinner for her last night under Bird Song's wing.
I knew we wouldn't get lost, as long as we had the flashlight.
That's when I knew what everyone says about old mines being dangerous is true.
Caleb knew where it was—where he was going—'cause he was told, see?
He'd have a fit if he knew I'd spied on him!
I knew he had a spotted life before meeting my mother, but I figured he was secretive about his past simply because it gave him a sort of mystique.
They knew there was little more they could do or say to console the lonely child.
Uncle Pat Clancy asked around Pop's favorite bars, but no one knew for sure—or really cared much.
Dean knew Joe Calvia; they'd met when he was first dating Cynthia.
Randy and Jen made a great pair and Dean knew it would all work out in the long haul.
Cynthia knew he was concerned.
Cynthia and her husband were appreciative of his efforts, which Dean knew came as much from nerves over his pending jury duty as early morning kindness.
He knew at least Martha, Caleb, and Fitzgerald had come this far.
He knew in a situation like this fear and panic were their worse enemies.
Whatever legal action the Dawkins are involved in would certainly be tainted if Fred knew how Joseph acted up there.
He knew his wife was right.
There was the Friday meeting with the town ladies— just two days away—and Dean knew he should be gathering thoughts and notes but his mind was too scattered to construct a coherent speech.
Dean wondered if the young man knew the girl's condition.
At least Dean had refrained from disclosing the tie to the Dawkinses—Josh, the missing mine manager—nor had he mentioned he knew the name of the Dawkinses' stepmother.
Remember, Caleb knew where to find the bones because someone told him.
I don't know how it came up—maybe he asked where I was born—but when I told him, he said how he knew Ouray and loved it out here.
I'm not sure she even knew Paul owned it.
As soon as Dean said it, he knew he'd made a mistake.
He wanted to make sure he had time to hook up with Billy Langstrom and question the young man, whom he knew would be there.
The look Dean gave him left no doubt they knew where he'd been.
He knew at once the object of her concern.
He knew Cynthia would not look kindly on any direct line of questioning in the personal area of parentage.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
He knew the river lay far below and they'd negotiated less than half the distance.
While Dean remained distressed over the accident, he knew he must concentrate on the Women's Club debate just hours away.
It was before I knew you.
Even more disconcerting, while Dean knew a small number of those present, he didn't spot a one of Fred's supportive cronies.
He knew the state, the town, and what the problems were.
Dean knew from reading their newspaper comments and hearing of their exploits that age had in no way diminished their faculties.
But the Josh I knew wasn't any miner.
Never knew a gold nugget from a bear turd.
Yeah, everyone knew Patsy.
He wanted to ask her about the bones but knew any such discussion would be the height of tastelessness for a long time to come.
Both had driven up the Dexter Creek Road and knew the location.
Not in so many words, but we both knew what he was suggesting.
I knew a lot more information that might help you.
He knew who I was when we first talked at the basketball game, but it was years later he told me about it.
I don't think my mother knew about Paul.
He knew I was adopted by my stepfather, but he wasn't sure what I'd been told, so he just kept quiet.
He knew neither her name nor anything about her.
Dean didn't press the old man for whatever he knew nor did Fred offer any information.
Dean knew Fred O'Connor was scheduled for release and that necessitated a dreaded trip to the sheriff's office.
Whatever happened, Dean knew he could count on the sheriff's fairness and honesty.
At least she knew I was coming—just not that I've got here yet.
I knew we couldn't get away for long but Patsy needed to leave and wanted me to go with her.
The Deans knew they couldn't simply keep Martha without reporting her arrival to the Midwest authorities that were searching for the girl as a kidnapping victim, and her mother as a fleeing fugitive.
Much as they detested having to make the phone call, both knew it was necessary.
Dean reminded the voice on the other end of a three-way conversation that mother and girl hardly knew one another.
Dean knew he was only prolonging the chore of relating their failure.
Until he knew exactly what had happened in Lydia's apartment and the details of Fitzgerald's departure anything was possible.
Both knew she was right that he wouldn't lie.
He knew they'd be there—Cynthia and Martha were in danger.
The tracks of the vehicle that preceded him were clear in the dust of the turnoff, and he knew he'd guessed correctly as he neared the now-familiar meadow below the mine.
Relief washed over him once he knew they were safe.
He knew without Martha's map he'd never remember the various turns he and Cynthia had taken to where the skeleton had reposed for over fifty years.
I knew immediately whose bones they were.
I knew one way or another the bones would be made public.
I knew the props were still stored in the same place where I store my seasonal things.
I knew where it was located when it was in storage, but they all looked the same outside at the auction.
Billy knew where he'd found the skeleton.
When they questioned Jake Weller about the source of the high-level endorsement, he hinted Lydia Larkin knew someone in the system who'd pulled strings.
Both knew they'd make do, only tight was becoming tighter.
She knew from watching human-Deidre where the food was and opened the pantry door.
The overload of emotions, the inability to read Gabriel's mind to find out what he thought, so she knew what to say or do.
It sounded far too good to be true, especially since Darkyn knew who she was and what he might extort out of Gabriel to have his mate returned.
Gabriel knew they were loyal before he placed hands on their heads based on their body language.
Demons – especially those personally trained by Darkyn – knew how to sense weakness.
Her face flushed the way he knew it would.
Gabriel knew the secrets of all the brothers on the Council; there were things people told Death that they never revealed to anyone else.
Gabriel knew Darkyn well enough to know the demon lord would exact no small fee for these favors.
Everyone knew Darkyn was beyond a threat.
His predecessor, Zamon, knew he was about to be defeated.
She tried to deny it, but she knew Gabriel too well.
Gabriel rose from his position crouching over the body of someone he knew.
Gabriel knew how sensitive the crypt in the basement was.
It was his secret power, the one few others knew about.
Would he be holding her like he was, if he knew?
You knew how that would go.
He knew what souls the demons were after, and his death dealers were equipped with the soul compasses.
Gabriel knew his friend well enough to know he was contemplating.
Especially since I never knew we were.
Though she couldn't recall the thousand-year process it took to reach this very place, she knew the end results.
Gabriel trotted first to the lake, curious to see how last night had gone now that they knew about the tears.
His mate didn't know he knew about the human yet, but he didn't think he could pretend everything was okay.
He'd seen Darkyn's mate yesterday and knew she was at least alive.
He knew who it was without looking.
All he knew was that it would be over soon.
By the tremor in her voice, she knew she'd lost this one as well as he did.
Deep inside, she knew she probably deserved them.
Deidre knew the death dealer; she'd recruited all of them.
Deidre knew that look, the one that said that Harmony was staring down an eternity of demon mercy.
Unable to explain exactly why, he had the sense that whomever it was that he saw, he knew.
She knew what danger she was in.
Wynn doubted she knew that the Immortal who did it was his son.
But then, maybe she felt that way because she knew he was financially responsible.
His reasoning was that God already knew what it looked like and it shouldn't be a distraction for others.
But then, she probably knew that.
His neck colored, but otherwise he gave no indication he knew what she was talking about.