A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
A man stood next to it, peeking through a slit in the vertical slats.
A red brick municipal building stood at the far end of the street ahead of us.
A slender lady dressed in an expensive looking dark suit swung out of the car and stood, slowly shutting the door.
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
A stunning man with a large smile dressed in white stood a few feet away, his brown hair ruffled by the sea breeze.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
A'Ran stood, furious the timing was early.
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
After a while he placed it on the floor and stood up.
After a while she stood up again, licked Jackson's face, tickling him with her rough tongue, and hopped off the sofa.
After breakfast they went outside and stood staring at the pile pumpkins.
After she dressed, she stood before the mirror with the flower in her hand.
After the death of Gracchus, a conservative government under Sulla withdrew the subsidy, but shortly afterward, in a period of great unrest, restored it, and two hundred thousand persons stood in line.
After what seemed like hours, but probably wasn't more than thirty minutes in the hot sun, Bordeaux stood.
Alex sobered and stood, brushing his clothes off.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
Alex stood in the stirrups, aiming the rifle at the bear.
All the comforts of home, except behind the rich brocade fabric walls stood twenty-four inches of rebar reinforced concrete and the door consisted of eight-inch diameter solid steel bars.
All three stood amazed at the sight before them.
Alondra stood by watching, her expression pleased.
An hour later, Katie stood in a similar-looking fortress several times the size of the Caribbean Sanctuary.
An older, harmless-looking man with white hair and beautiful emerald eyes stood near the door, holding out a phone.
Anatole stood erect with staring eyes.
And Sofia, I don't appreciate being stood up.
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.
Another thought crossed her mind as she stood in Hell's library.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
As he began to ramble on about Mrs. Langstrom's cooking, Mrs. Lincoln jumped down and stood on hind legs, stretching up the young man's pant leg.
As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.
As soon as Howie emerged from the basement we all hurried into the living room and stood around, expectantly.
At her entrance, those in the nearest circle with Ne'Rin ceased their activity and bowed, then stood in a line and waited.
At least now she knew where they stood.
At midnight, Jackson stood at the top of the stairs and whistled loudly, commanding attention.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Before she could say a word, Lydia too stood up and looked down on Cynthia, who was ten inches shorter.
Blood soaked her towel, and she stood.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
But Dean stood too close to the back of her chair for her to move.
Cade examined the claw and stood.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Carmen forced her mind from dreamland again and stood Destiny on the floor.
Carmen stood looking after him and then sighed.
Cassie rolled over and stood, dusting sand from her clothes.
Claire stood there, mouth agape.
Claudette stood and smiled down at Cynthia.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
Connor and Sarah stood on the landing.
Connor laughed, stood and kissed Sarah.
Connor stood in the bedroom doorway.
Curiosity drew her to the gate again, where tiny Daniela was animated and angry as she stood between Rhyn and Kris.
Cynthia had preceded him and stood outside Gladys Trumbull's door.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
Cynthia stood at the airport curb, her suitcase by her side.
Czerno stood at the other end of the room.
Damian stood and moved away, emotions roiling.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
Daniela led them to the men.s wing, where one sweaty, bloodied Immortal was standing outside of Sasha.s room while the other stood guard over Jade, who was hogtied in the middle of the small courtyard around which the men.s wing was situated.
Daniela stood where they left her, frowning fiercely.
Darian stood obediently, and Damian's throat tightened again to know his brother was at his side.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood and Deidre grew edgy, fear fluttering through her.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood.
Darkyn stood beside the hearth.
Dean stood up and Fitzgerald noticed him for the first time.
Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.
Dean stood up and turned around.
Deidre approached unbidden and stood before him, wishing she understood him and their bond better.
Deidre called a portal and stood before it.
Deidre delicately wiped her face and stood, stuffed but beyond pleased with her first day as a human.
Denisov, who had come into the room unnoticed by anyone, stood there and wiped his eyes at the sight.
Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half-closed as Giddon tossed a saddle blanket over his back and then swung up the saddle.
Disoriented, she stood up again and stumbled to the door.
Donnie stood shyly behind her.
Dr. Wynn stood in the middle of his office.
Dressed warmly, she left her room and stood in the brightly lit, spacious hallway, not at all certain how to leave the stronghold.
Dulce stood and motioned for Alondra to follow her.
Edith stood there, neither following her son, nor making any move to enter further into the room.
Effie bubbled away to anyone who'd listen while Claire stood looking over the gathering with undisguised disdain.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Elisabeth gasped and stood.
Elisabeth licked it, then stood, allowing him to pet the side of her head and ear.
Elisabeth slowly stood, leaned into him with her whole body, put her lips to his ear, and nibbled softly on his earlobe.
Elisabeth stood and approached him.
Elisabeth stood at the piano which did nothing to allay his anxiety.
Elisabeth stood behind the sofa, rubbing Jackson's shoulders and neck.
Elisabeth stood up, but Jackson held her arm.
Elisabeth stood, hugging herself.
Elisabeth stood, transfixed on the brilliant vista.
Elisabeth, in wolf form, stood scratching at the door, whimpering.
Evaluating each other, the three creatures stood in tight silence before Rhyn spoke at last.
Evelyn stood in the dark grey room of the spaceship with its cozy, dim lighting and the soft purr of hidden machines.
Evelyn stood in the middle of the room.
Felipa stood behind him, smiling.
Finally Carmen picked up Destiny and stood.
Fitzgerald growled something about keeping an eye on them, but he stood far enough away from Cynthia to protect his other cheek.
For a few moments they stood that way.
For a long time he simply stood there, and when he finally spoke, his voice was controlled.
For a moment she stood before him, waiting for him to take her in his arms again, but he didn't.
For the first time in their history, they stood a real chance of turning a sordid love story into a pure one.
Fred stood up and stretched.
Fritz shot Davis a warning look and abruptly stood, glaring down at Cassie.
Fritz tossed the rest of his coffee at the fire and stood.
Furious, she stood and breezed past him, not surprised when he opted not to ride home with her.
Furious, Sofia pushed off the bed coverings and stood, teetering dangerously before deciding to sit again.
Gabriel drew a deep breath and stood.
Gabriel stood a short distance away.
Gabriel stood carefully and pulled her to her feet.
Gabriel stood for a long moment, numb, and then flung a knife into the forest with a roar.
Gabriel stood his ground as the demon strode to him.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
Hannah stood aside as she entered the large foyer, lecturing her as they ascended to the second floor.
Hannah stood close to her, and Katie stared at the door, willing their fire to keep the demons at bay.
He approached and stood a short distance behind her, watching once more.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
He dove into the snow while she stood and waited for Rhyn.
He emerged beside the lake, where two death dealers stood over Cora.
He entered the dining room where Jackson stood polishing silver and Elisabeth made up floral arrangements.
He felt as if he stood outside his body, watching the world around him.
He gulped the last of his coffee and stood.
He hastily dialed Cynthia's mother's number, as Fred stood guard at the slightly opened door.
He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
He led her down a floor to a large gym where a group of men stood in a loose cluster on a mat.
He liked trying to get a rise out of her, and he really did want to know where they stood in her mind and whether or not he had to worry about her running off to make more deals with Darkyn.
He locked the door and stood staring at her through the bars.
He looked concerned and stood again, retrieving something else from his bed.
He must have stood just out of sight.
He ordered two, then stood and said, "Let's dance while we're waiting."
He pushed her away, and stood.
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 his chair back and stood.
He put the bag on the bed and stood staring at it for a moment.
He put the book down and slowly stood.
He quietly stood and cupped her face with his hand.
He ran his tongue over his pointed teeth and stood in the center of her living room, pensive and hungry.
He rolled his eyes, and stood.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair until it stood on end.
He said to a soldier who stood at the door, "Tell your story again."
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
He seemed to have forgotten about her, and Katie stood unsteadily, hoping he.d brought them to the Sanctuary—and safety.
He slammed the mug on the table and stood, crossing the distance between them in two long strides.
He slapped the magazine on a freshly polished end table and stood.
He smelled the ocean and stood on a beach of red sand edged with small
He stared ahead for a while then slowly stood.
He started to leave, and she stood.
He stayed his urge to unleash the hand cannons on them all and stood stiffly.
He stood a few feet away, eyes on the blood.
He stood a few meters away, hands clasped behind his back.
He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
He stood a short distance from her, watching her intently.
He stood and assisted her with the zipper.
He stood and brushed the sand from his clothes and then helped her to her feet.
He stood and carried his coffee cup to the sink, pouring out the remains.
He stood and gulped the rest of his coffee.
He stood and headed for the door, shutting off the light as he left his home office.
He stood and lifted Destiny, putting an ear to her chest.
He stood and moved to take her place, nudging her aside.
He stood and offered her his hand.
He stood and shook hands with both of them.
He stood and stared down at her.
He stood and stepped back, breathing hard from his swim.
He stood and swept her into his arms.
He stood and walked into the living room.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
He stood and walked to the edge of the pond.
He stood and watched it burn, feeling as if a part of him burned with it.
He stood and whistled softly, his gaze taking in her dress and hair appreciatively.
He stood and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
He stood before her as he had in the sparring ring, sans any clothing but judo pants.
He stood before the low-burning fire, golden eyes swirling as he thought quickly.
He stood beside her and they both watched mother natures' display in rapt silence.
He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.
He stood far enough away that she had to stand and walk a step to reach him.
He stood gazing down at her until his expression became sultry.
He stood in a forest with a woman, whose face he could not see.
He stood in front of a still life, drinking in its beauty.
He stood in front of the door, unmoving as she explored her surroundings.
He stood in front of the glass French doors of the balcony, taking up the whole space with his massive frame and heavy trench coat.
He stood in front of them and shouted, I mean you no harm.
He stood in the center, one phone at his ear while he texted on another.
He stood in the gently lit bedroom of his brother, Kiki.
He stood in the hallway smiling, his predatory look assuring her he had no plans of letting his dinner escape him.
He stood in the parking lot searching for her and sniffed the air.
He stood motionless for a while and when Jackson was about to say, "What are you waiting for?"
He stood near the windows and had in his arms a stack of clothing.
He stood next to Dusty and another of Dusty's Guardians.
He stood on the balcony, visible beyond the transparent curtains rustling in the moving haze.
He stood outside a closed door down a short hallway lined with warriors.
He stood outside Elisabeth's house for a minute, took a deep breath and rang the bell.
He stood over Claire Quincy, much too closely.
He stood over her, watching the life fade from her eyes.
He stood sleepy and frowning, dark hair tousled.
He stood staring at the girl, grief-stricken.
He stood there, frustrated, as another thought hit him.
He stood there, so handsome and so unattainable, playing with her heart.
He stood there, trying to take deep breaths, knowing he'd lost his cool.
He stood very still and waited.
He stood watching her uncomfortably as she rolled biscuits.
He stood without looking at Katie.
He stood, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
He stood, his features bathed in red.
He stood, in full uniform, waving and tossing candy with abandon.
He stood, scrutinizing Elisabeth's painting, wondering how any of this could be real.
He stood, still frowning.
He stood, weaved on his feet, and started to fall.
He stopped walking and stood close enough for their chests to brush when she breathed in.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
He tossed the magazine aside and stood.
He turned, looking over the back of the sofa and there she stood in a plush white robe with a towel on her head and yes, she definitely had a waddle to her walk.
He walked into the kitchen and stood a moment watching Carmen.
He was in their quarters and stood as she entered.
He was surrounded by the half-vamp, half-human creatures of the town and waded through them to where Dusty stood.
He was unconscious – or dead? – while she stood on a beach near blue-green depths so clear, she could see the white sand at the bottom of the water.
He watched, but stood too far away to tell if she had the blank stare of someone being influenced.
Heart flying, Deidre stood and moved to the end of the bed.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
Her father stood near her in the center.
Her hands shook as she stood there discussing her own death with a creature that resembled the Grim Reaper.
Her heart leapt, and she stood, halfway to him before his sharp look reminded her he wasn't someone she wanted to approach.
Her mate, Rhyn, stood in heavy boots, running pants, and a tank top.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
Her vision blurred with tears, and she stood precariously.
Her vision cleared to reveal she now stood in a luxurious living room with several people in front of her displaying varying levels of alarm on their faces.
Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
Here we are, in this lovely parlor, just where Annie must have stood, perhaps when Rev. Martin proposed to her!
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
His father stood quietly watching them "I would speak to you before I go," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
His turquoise eyes stood out against his caramel- colored Oriental features.
Hollyhocks remained by the roadside while lilacs stood guard by the door, relics reminiscent of some long-abandoned household, now solely tended by nature.
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
Howie stood on the hospital steps.
I could just see from the doorway where I stood as a figure emerged from the darkened automobile and moved stealthy toward the back of the house.
I heard another sound as Molly came across the room and stood behind my wife.
I just stood there for a moment or two, taking it all in.
I quickly learned that each printed word stood for an object, an act, or a quality.
I stood amidst the familiar instruments, wondering where to begin.
I stood the whole evening.
I stood up but she did as well and grabbed me in a tight hug.
I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did.
If I'd taken an instant to do so, I know I'd have pissed my pants where I stood.
If she hadn't humiliated him that day as they stood before the mirror, maybe this conversation would never have been necessary.
In heels, she stood as tall as Jackson and they made quite a pair.
Intrigued by his words, she obeyed and stood before him.
It might be all that stood between the Dark One and the human world.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
It stood picturesquely against a timbered background of pines.
It was a single occupant transport ship whose passenger stood several feet from it and looked familiar from a distance.
It was a warm late afternoon as I stood out on the sidewalk and looked up at the six massive columns towering above another busy and impressive train station.
Jackson spoke to the vocalist, then stood at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for Elisabeth to join him.
Jackson started a fire, stood staring into it for a few minutes then said, "I'm going up, goodnight kids."
Jackson stood and held his arm.
Jackson stood and hugged her.
Jackson stood and raised his glass.
Jackson stood and retrieved the piece.
Jackson stood at one of the cabinets and asked, "What's your pleasure Ma'am?"
Jackson stood at the bar lost in thought.
Jackson stood close enough to hear both sides of the conversation.
Jackson stood close enough to hear the conversation, and as soon as the moron committed to buy a watercolor; he approached Elisabeth, put his arms around her and said, Darling, the caterer needs to see you for a minute.
Jackson stood dumbstruck; amazed the newborn possessed such control.
Jackson stood in front of the open refrigerator, taking out bags one at a time, tasting, then either putting them back or on the table.
Jackson stood up and took her hand.
Jackson stood watching her, filled with emotion he could not define.
Jackson stood with his glasses and a Cheshire cat grin.
Jackson stood without saying a word.
Jackson stood, hardly believing his eyes.
Jackson turned his attention to Claudia, who stood motionless.
Jade emerged from the shadow world into the chamber.s spacious closet and stood silently, listening.
Jade stood before her, blood spattered across his otherwise clean clothes.
Jade stood near the spit, dark eyes blazing.
Jennifer gasped at the sight and stood, hands on the roll bar, and drank in the works of nature's paintbrush.
Jule looked up at Xander, who stood near the Other, waiting.
Julie stood nearby, as proud as any mother could be.
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon.
Katie stood in the back doorway to the castle, hoping Rhyn returned soon.
Katie stood on her tiptoes and looked up, taking one last look at the blue sky before she held her breath and ducked beneath the water.
Kiera stood aside, not as much out of deference but out of sudden realization that if she didn't, the man was likely to run her over.
Kiera stood dumbly, staring at her friend.
Kin stood right behind her, way too close for her comfort.
Kris.s gaze darkened, and he stood, pacing to the window.
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
Lydia Larkin stood, feet apart, in the classic shooting position, both hands clamped on her smoking gun.
Martha was mixing batter while Quinn stood at the stove, heating a frying pan.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
Matters of warrants and probable cause escaped his wife's rationale, replaced by her conscience, which stood firmly in charge.
Mercifully, he said nothing, only stood close to her and stared into the same sky.
My mother stood next to him.
My wife stood in front of the others as they all waited behind her.
Ne'Rin stood staring at one screen with interest.
Neither spoke to her, only stood quietly while their warriors remained in the hallway behind them.
No one came for the cotton balls, and Deidre stood, putting them in her pocket.
Now it stood empty but for a few derelict buildings.
Of course, she had stood up for Allen.
On a banister post stood a tallow candle which guttered in the draft.
On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
Pete stood and looked down at Davis, who was silently nursing his coffee.
Pierre stood smiling but silent.
Pushing through some sumac that she thought bordered the clearing where the building stood, she squinted up at the sun.
Quinn looked first at his wife and then stood up.
Quinn stood, as if addressing a class of incoming freshmen.
Rhyn and Andre stood near Darkyn between two lines, one of Immortals and the opposite of demons larger than any Gabriel had ever seen.
Rhyn had become like a brother to him, and the idea of killing his mate reopened wounds that hadn.t bled since he stood in this place thousands of years before.
Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.
Rhyn stood and crossed to the iPad, reading quietly.
Rhyn stood in the same place she'd left him, unchanged in any way.
Rhyn stood over him, his hand ready to grab the dagger at his belt and plunge it into the traitor.s neck.
Right in the middle stood a cute little redhead about to make her shot.
Samantha stood at 5'10 with caramel colored skin and curly jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back.
Sarah and Connor sat down, but Elisabeth stood at the piano.
Sarah and Connor stood above, gawking at her with a mix of terror and awe.
Sarah stood directly in front of it.
Sarah stood, dumfounded, with a hand touching her cheek.
Sarah stood, took his face in her hands, and kissed him on the forehead.
Several more warriors stood at intersections like gargoyles, moving only to point in the direction she needed to go.
Shaking and terrified, Deidre nonetheless held his gaze as she closed the distance between them, until she stood less than a foot away.
She accelerated in a screech, without so much as a glance at Cynthia, who stood at the curb.
She accepted his warm hand and welcomed the way it slipped around her waist once she stood.
She and the Germans stood in silent awe, too drunk to feel the cold.
She crossed her arms, too aware of how close to the bed she stood.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
She didn.t hear Kris draw abreast until the man stood at her side, staring at the gorgeous woman approaching.
She felt like she stood at the door of a plane fifteen thousand feet in the air getting ready to skydive, only she didn't remember packing a parachute.
She heard a sound from their room again and stood, understanding.
She hurried to Rhyn and stood looking up at him.
She knelt in front of him and stood on her knees, lifting her arms to encompass his neck.
She knew before she turned who stood behind her.
She opened the back door and in bounded a large Borzoi who rushed to Elisabeth and stood on his hind feet, resting his front legs on her shoulders, and then licked her face.
She pushed the door closed and stood, shivering, and gazed at the green glow visible even during daylight.
She sat on the river bank across from a series of wide, large steps leading up a hill to the park where the Arch stood, framed against a black sky.
She shook her head and stood.
She stood abruptly and crossed to the bathroom, wanting to be alone.
She stood across the parking lot, talking to three suited men.
She stood alone and confused.
She stood and crossed to the scared creature and took one of his soft hands.
She stood and glanced around the room again.
She stood and glared at him, wanting to cry, scream, and sleep all at once.
She stood and lifted her bag.
She stood and paced anxiously, hugging herself.
She stood and paced, and emotions flew across her face.
She stood and picked up the blanket.
She stood and walked to the door, saying nothing more.
She stood and wiped her face with her shirt sleeves, still hiccoughing.
She stood at the doorway, surprised that Jackson was unaware of her presence.
She stood back, astounded.
She stood before her favorite, an image of A'Ran the way she remembered him from the day they'd first met.
She stood before him and waited.
She stood before the window, feeling very much like a prisoner in her new world.
She stood beside Dustin on one side of the entrance while Damian and Claire assumed the other.
She stood for a long moment before striking out after them on foot.
She stood for a long moment in the cramped, silent foyer.
She stood for a long time, letting the hot
She stood frozen, searching for him.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
She stood in front of him.
She stood in front of the door nervously for a long moment, not certain it would open.
She stood in the hallway, staring at the door slammed in her face, holding a fistful of papers she didn't know what to do with.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
She stood in the warm silence, senses intoxicated by their bond, his scent and body.
She stood motionless for a moment, staring.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
She stood on her toes and searched for Royce.
She stood on her toes and stretched upward to kiss his lips.
She stood on hind legs and sniffed again.
She stood on the front porch, cigarette in hand, huddled in the corner so as not to be seen by Ryland when he returned Dean guessed.
She stood on the front porch, puffing on her cigarette as if sucking in a lung full of chemicals might somehow help matters.
She stood out of his way, barely able to care for a child and at a loss as to what to do with a boy on the verge of becoming a teenager.
She stood over me, giving me little choice though I dreaded the chore.
She stood spread-eagle until it shrank to fit her, shuddered at the creepy sensation of life-like silk caressing her skin, and hurried out of the bathroom.
She stood stiffly, waiting.
She stood there in bathrobe and nightgown, a look of panic on Martha's face.
She stood too near, perfumed and ram-rod straight, fixing him with a level and unfaltering gaze with those arresting eyes.
She stood up and bowed when she discovered eight different digits appeared, the numbers two through nine.
She stood up and kissed Fred on the forehead.
She stood up and stretched.
She stood with a tall, good-looking man with a rounded haircut that might have been stylish somewhere but to Dean looked silly.
She stood, as if to tell him their conversation was over.
She stood, her bearing regal and her walk smooth, without the cheerful bounce Deidre had in hers.
She stood, picking up a plate.
She stood, terrified of what she'd find when she went to the living room.
She stood, wobbled, and then went the direction he indicated.
She took his hand to lead him up to the porch where Fred stood.
She took the orchid from him, set it on the coffee table, stood back and admired it.
She turned and hurried up the stairs as Donnie stood by the table, torn between curiosity and following his mother.
She was able to breathe easier when she stood outside the massive fortress that sat on a clearing the size of two football fields.
She was but a few feet beyond where he stood.
Sofia glanced at Dustin and stood, concerned.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
Sofia stood helplessly for a long minute.
Sometimes I stood between two persons who were conversing and touched their lips.
Standing there, a nervous smile on her face, stood Martha Boyd.
Summoning a portal, Gabriel stood and left.
Tall and lean, with eyes as black as Gabriel's, the man who stood too close for her comfort wore normal enough clothing, aside from the knives strapped to his thighs.
The air-conditioned hospital corridor gave way to the balmy heat of the Caribbean island on which he stood.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
The building sat amid a cluster of cottonwoods that had grown there for an old man's lifetime, while a weather-beaten barn stood off to the side, showing its tired age.
The building stood there, gazing down on the quiet town like some magnificent matron, watching over her citizens as she had for a hundred years.
The butler opened it when she approached, and a maid stood waiting to take her coat.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
The cell repaired itself until it stood straight again.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
The death dealer stood at the edge of the shadows as he had across from the doctor's office, waiting.
The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
The freckles stood out on his pale face.
The hair on her arms and neck stood up.
The Immortal who posed as her only friend and surgeon for years – who also nearly killed her – stood before her.
The lab was neatly cleared and boxes stood from floor to ceiling.
The light from the water was bright enough to show who stood on the opposite shore, caught in what looked like a lover's embrace.
The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper.
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
The man with verdant eyes stood beside him, watching her.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
The pantry stood hidden behind a closet near the bar.
The red headed man stood in front of her, lust in his eyes and smile.
The reunited Shipton family stood like a Saturday Evening Post cover.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
The shopkeeper stood astounded, holding the two suits.
The single flower still stood in the fountain, and she crossed to it.
The spot was out of sight from where Dean stood.
The tower stood complete in every part.
The two stood staring at each other.
The two stood staring at the wall, shocked.
The two stood, locked in a deep gaze, fully experiencing what they found in each other's eyes.
The unease passed quickly as he saw which death dealer stood before him.
The vamp crossed the room to Damian and stood.
Then he stood and looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
There stood a tall bleached blonde who, Jackson guessed to be in her mid-forties, but she appeared younger thanks to cosmetic surgery and Pilates.
There, at the top, in tightly bundled robe and, yes, a Mother Goose stocking cap, stood Claire Quincy!
There, in the fog of semi-darkness, stood a white-clad figure, smiling down at him.
They emerged from the shadow world and stood on a narrow, winding road.
They finished one day before the full moon, and all stood admiring their accomplishment as Elisabeth said, I'm going to do some great work here.
They moved slowly to the bank on which she stood, bumped into the dirt wall and floated to nestle into piles at the bottom.
They reached a second foyer where the man in the trench stood next to a caramel-colored man covered in blood.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
They stood aside while my planet was overrun by the Council-sanctioned vagrant Yirkin forces!
They stood before it in silent admiration.
They stood embraced for a time.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
They stood in silence for a moment, eyes on the eerie lake.
They stood in silence, comfortable and whole in each other's arms.
They stood in silence, watching the waves fling the book around before sinking it.
They stood quietly for a moment.
They stood that way, inches apart, for a few moments.
They stood there together, holding each other, with her head against his chest, saying nothing, for what seemed like minutes.
They stood there, hearts even more accelerated, pounding in unison.
They waited until he climbed up the slope to where they stood.
They'd been struggling to beat the demons to the souls, and Gabe stood over the dead demons, furious.
Three men stood in the main foyer, two in the same shade of brown as her bodyguard and a striking man in designer jeans and an expensive sweater.
Three pairs of eyes went to Rhyn, who stood ready to take on any of them that mentioned leaving the Council.
Toby stood beside a plainly pregnant young woman with blue eyes and a tattoo across her neck that resembled the one on Deidre's back in color and otherworldly script.
Toby stood slowly and moved towards the door.
Together, they tiptoed across the hardwood floor and stood proudly looking down Zach.
Too tired to fight her tears anymore, she let them fall and stood shaking on the rooftop.
Traci was alone with the man she recognized as Ving, who stood near the doorway.
Two figures stood between the two lines in front of a headstone.
Two formidable men stood on either side.
Two large men stood in front of the door across the hall.
Two more vamps assigned as Jonny's guards stood on either side of the door to his personal chambers.
Two warriors stood hidden in the dark on either side of the doorway.
Tymkyn, the best tracker in the underworld, stood behind him, hands clasped and chest heaving.
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
We all looked questioningly to Martha who stood at the open doorway.
We stood back to back, holding hands and baby-stepped three hundred and sixty degrees, taking in the breath taking scene in all directions.
When Dean answered it, Edith Shipton stood there, still clad in the white dress, that she now owned.
When Dean looked up to where Edith Shipton had stood, she had retreated up the stairs.
When he reached down and took her hands, she stood.
When no one did, she crossed to the door and opened it, startled by who stood before.
When she finished, he stood, held her and repeated her words softly, "Promise you'll sing for me often."
When she opened them, they stood outside a stone façade of a compound built into the side of a mountain and surrounded by evergreen trees whose branches were heavy with snow.
When she stood, Jackson held his breath, ready to run.
When the coldness released her, she stood in the middle of a large conference hall.
When the last horse had been gone for a few minutes, he stood.
When the song ended they stood motionless.
While he stood in Dusty's corner, she wasn't convinced he'd chosen a side.
While Howie stood shyly by the door, she boldly stepped forward and introduced herself.
Wynn stood with a slender teen demoness, half of whose face was knotted with thick scars.
Yet, he stood before her, conceding his shortcomings frankly.
You stood me up this morning.
Yully stood, tightened her grip, and yanked.