A breeze picked up at the shoreline, wrinkling the water as the waves slowly rolled toward him in silver lines.
A breeze pushed the last of the storm up the valley, moving it south, toward the mountains behind him.
A slow song began as he moved toward her.
A startled look appeared on her face, causing Dean and the others to turn toward the hall.
A'Ran moved toward her again, stopping outside of arms' reach.
A'Ran, assuming his sisters could handle the newest member of their family, turned and started toward the white dwelling before him.
After explaining the situation and giving her address, she turned down the road toward the nearest public area – a service station 2 miles away.
Alex brought one hand up toward his mouth and brought it down to an upturned palm.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Alex took her elbow and led her toward the door.
Alex turned to Jonathan and pointed at him, then drew a cupped hand down his chest, thumb and fingers toward him.
Alex walked toward her and it was a minute before Destiny spotted him.
Alex was walking down toward her.
All her emotional and physical efforts were directed toward helping him recover and taking care of things at home.
And she saw Mademoiselle Bourienne, with her ribbon and pretty face, and her unusually animated look which was fixed on him, but him she could not see, she only saw something large, brilliant, and handsome moving toward her as she entered the room.
And yet, he had never been vindictive toward Alex.
As ducks waddled toward them, Elisabeth chuckled.
As he drew her toward him in an embrace, she clutched the dress with her arms.
As he hurried down the narrow plank catwalk atop the penstock, he caught sight of a woman stumbling toward him.
As he peddled downhill toward Ridgway, he could see the east side of the valley, exposed to the southern sun, had melted nearly clear of snow while across the valley, draped in shadow most of the day, the western slope retained almost all its recent covering.
As he rounded a corner, he spotted Fred O'Connor walking toward him.
As he turned toward the house, Mrs. Reynolds was preparing to go up the steps.
As he watched, spellbound, she revolved toward him, but he quickly closed his eyes lest he look upon her once beautiful face.
As he watched, spellbound, she slowly revolved toward him, but he closed his eyes lest he see her face.
As I alighted from my cab, they moved as one toward me.
As she picked up the dishes and turned toward the sink he finally responded.
As she watched them walk toward the house, it occurred to her that the reason Alex didn't like him was that they were too much alike.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
As the afternoon wore on, she puzzled through what buttons controlled what, which were oriented toward the space battle and which toward the ground.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
As they headed toward the house, Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
As they left, they bumped into Brandon Westlake as he made his way toward the boys.
As they started toward the house, she took his hand.
As they strode into the gardens toward an awaiting helicopter, she couldn't help but think she'd just stepped into something far greater than she could ever imagine.
As Victor moved toward her, she caught sight of Cassandra attacking Jackson, ripping into his neck with her fangs while he screamed, "Get off me, you bitch!"
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
Back toward the middle of the house she went and down into the foyer.
Because young people generally understand and utilize technology better than older people, we will see a shift in power and influence toward the young.
Before Dean could answer, Cynthia had started toward the trail.
Before Dean could tell her about Ryland, she turned to her husband, "Are you going to let Fred go skiing with that man?" she asked in a whisper as they turned toward their quarters.
Before she could escape into the modesty of the robe, he pulled her toward him.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
Behind them the red-headed man followed for only a few seconds before turning back toward the house.
Being shorter than everyone else would be a boon this night; she waited until the two were out of sight before fading back toward the house.
Betsy finished her sandwich and strolled toward the stairs.
Better communication is a huge step toward peace.
Blinking back tears, Katie looked toward the shadow.
Both inched toward her, the inhuman growling filling the hall.
Brave men left their homes and hurried toward Boston.
Brushing a blond curl from her face, she reined him toward the buffalo pen.
Brutus took off toward the forest, barking.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
But he didn't display an iota of love toward her that I picked up on.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
By highway, the journey was fifty miles—ten miles north to Ridgway, then westerly to Placerville and then back toward the southeast, all necessary to circumnavigate fourteen-thousand foot Mount Sneffles and its towering neighbors.
Carmen glanced back to see a red-faced Josh striding toward her, still tucking in his shirt.
Carmen mounted and turned Ed toward the field, kicking him into a lope.
Carmen smiled in a coy way and leaned toward him.
Carmen trudged through the sticky mud toward the chicken shed.
Carmen turned toward the house, dashing a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.
Completely free, she relaxed and accepted a glass of champagne from one of the wait staff and waded toward the buffet.
Connor obeyed, and as Victor made a move toward him, Jackson blocked him, allowing him to scurry to safety.
Cynthia turned toward him, then realizing what his smile didn't deny.
Damian said with warmth she hadn't seen him display toward anyone else.
Damian smiled and tossed his head toward his computer, straightening.
Damian trotted from the stairs toward the courtyard and paused, looking at her curiously.
Daniela cried, and flew past her toward the rocks.
Daniela.s little legs moved fast, and she was across the courtyard while Kris stared toward the room where Rhyn assumed his mate was.
Darkyn followed Jade as the madman hauled his two prisoners toward the portal to the shadow world.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
Dean glanced up the street to see Donnie and Martha coming toward them, hand in hand.
Dean made a move toward her, but she scurried out the door with a loud laugh, still naked, dragging her white dress behind her.
Dean motioned toward Lydia's direction.
Dean motioned toward the bedroom.
Dean paused to turn out the lights as his wife walked ahead of him toward their room.
Dean said, jumping up and charging toward Baratto, who began to backpedal.
Dean turned away without answering and walked toward his Jeep.
Dean turned the car away from town, opened the window to let in the fresh May night, and headed south toward route 309 and Whitney's Motel.
DeLeo, already bored with the exchange, got up and moved toward the door.
Destiny leaned toward him and kissed him enthusiastically.
Donnie wouldn't respond, turning away from his father toward the window.
Donnie's mother Edith still hadn't returned and the boy was beginning to look worried, glancing frequently toward the door.
Elisabeth continued toward Victor, met him face to face, and growled, "Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
End of conversation but it was nice to see things drifting back toward normal.
Evelyn tossed a hand toward the dark night sky again.
Even Lori and Katie noticed their coolness toward each other at church.
Even when Josh moved toward him with raised fists, Alex didn't falter.
Everyone turned toward him.
Everyone turned toward me.
Exasperated, Dean drove toward Easton, Pennsylvania until he found a motel that satisfied Baratto.
Finally he leaned toward Carmen, resting his arms on the table.
Finally he lowered his arms and took a step toward her, grasping her shoulders.
Finally it started advancing toward him.
For seconds he was frozen to move toward her, knowing in his heart it was too late.
For some reason, everyone looked toward me.
Fred called as he took off at a geriatric jog toward the building.
Frustrated, Katie looked both directions down the pristine, eerily quiet hallway before following the kid toward the far end, where a bright red exit sign hung over the door.
Fury flooded him, and he started toward Jade.
Gabriel and Darkyn rose, their attention going west toward the ocean.
Gabriel lifted his chin toward the bed.
Ginger, coiffed and styled by the best, looked ready for a fashion photographer's lens while continually rolling her eyes with disdain toward her sister-in-law.
Grudgingly, she turned Ed back toward the house.
Han eyed her as she hurried past him toward the library.
Hannah stopped at an intersection, and Katie took her hand again, continuing down the hall toward the second stairwell.
He chased after her, in time to catch a glimpse of yellow as she barged out the door toward the parking lot.
He closed his eyes and inched toward her, then turned his head in an unsuccessful attempt to retreat.
He could smell her, so raced toward her scent.
He didn.t stay to hear the splash this time but walked through the shadow world toward the only portal that glowed black, the portal to Hell.
He dispatched the last challenger and strode toward her, eyes roving for more opponents.
He dropped an arm around her shoulder and smiled down at her as they turned toward the barn.
He ended the conversation by walking toward the porch.
He felt the sense of foreboding again, the unseen danger toward Katie.
He firmly pushed Dean toward the door as his partner stumbled behind him, still in a daze.
He frowned but followed her into the cool, pre-dawn morning toward the garage.
He gathered his power and sent it toward her, wrapping it around her tightly.
He gave her a small push toward the path, and she looked down, squinting in the moonlight to see the darkened trail.
He gave no explanation and headed toward her bedroom.
He grabbed her and pulled her toward him, not before catching a lick or two solidly on his aching elbow.
He grabbed one by the hair and yanked her toward him.
He grinned and slipped an arm around her waist as they turned toward the trailer.
He gripped both her arms and pulled her toward him, kissing her on the forehead.
He had already stopped for lunch and was rolling toward mile 47 when a sudden thought from nowhere hit him between the eyes.
He had already turned toward the door, but hearing the last part, he swung around.
He had always been hot headed, but violent anger had always been directed toward someone else - a man.
He had just started toward his Jeep when there was a sound like a gunshot from above them.
He heard the bar slide into place and strode toward it to beat on the door.
He held out a hand, motioning toward the door.
He hung the brush on the wall and turned Ed toward his stall.
He jabbed his thumb toward the wall behind him, where she made out the slender nickel doorknob in the space between two shelves of ancient books.
He jumped and turned toward her, equally amazed that she had snuck up on him.
He leaned toward her and rested his arms on the table.
He led her through the small encampment toward the mountain and up a smooth walkway to the flattened peak of one ridge.
He led her toward Jared's direction.
He left with a smile, jogging off toward town.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
He made no move toward her.
He motioned down the pathway toward where Donald Ryland and the others were climbing.
He motioned her toward the entrance to the courtyard.
He motioned toward the bedroom.
He motioned with a turn of his head back toward the ice park.
He mounted and rode toward Semenovsk.
He moved away from the wall and started toward her.
He moved toward her bedroom.
He moved toward her slowly, body tense.
He moved toward her, his expression far from bland.
He moved toward her, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.
He moved toward it cautiously.
He nodded toward Destiny.
He paused at one room toward the middle of the hall and pushed it open.
He paused at the door and half-turned toward her.
He pointed toward another entrance.
He pulled away to take her hand, and they walked hand-in-hand toward the small spacecraft.
He pushed the box forward with his foot toward Joseph Dawkins.
He pushed the drawer shut and started toward her.
He quickened his step and his breath came in spurts as he gingerly climbed the stairs toward their rooms.
He reached his hand back toward his gun and I released my grip like a hot fry pan.
He reached over and pulled her toward him and she snuggled against him and he could feel her shake.
He released her and moved before her, back toward her.
He replaced his sword and strode toward her.
He retreated toward the bathroom just as the door opened—and just as Dean hit the light switch and rolled to the floor, flooding the room in brightness.
He rose and started toward the entrance.
He sat down and ducks started to make their way toward him.
He sat the sacks on the counter and turned toward the door.
He searched her gaze and pursed his lips but lifted his chin toward the house.
He settled one of his cool looks on her and tossed his head toward the stairs.
He shot out of the chair, clawing egg from his face as he lunged toward her.
He shouted at Pete, and ran toward Cassie.
He shoved a plate and knife toward Alex and then sat down.
He slapped the hat back on his head, took a deep breath and began to slowly walk toward the water.
He slipped an arm around her shoulder and turned toward their bedroom.
He snatched her hand when none of his opponents remained standing and ran with her toward the crevice.
He sobered immediately and took her arm, leading her toward the door.
He sobered, pulling her toward him.
He started to lean toward Cynthia but the waitress was at his elbow.
He started toward the courtyard.
He stepped away and took her arm, starting toward the house.
He stepped away from her toward the map.
He stepped off the stanchion and moved toward her.
He stopped at the end of the corral and leaned on the fence, staring off toward the tree.
He stopped at the opposite side of the table, within reach if he chose, which she suspected he would if she so much as flinched toward the access pad.
He straightened and limped toward the castle.
He strode beside her, whipping out his cell as they headed toward the nearest exit.
He strode toward her, determined to beat some sense into her.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
He swung around, rifle in one hand and reins in another, starting toward the bear.
He swung his ice ax into the wall in front of him, dug in the toes of his crampons and began to ascend toward Dean.
He thought she'd walk away, but instead, she cautiously lifted the rope, turned further away from the precipice and took baby steps backwards toward him.
He took a step toward her and whispered.
He took a step toward her.
He took her elbow and urged her toward the house.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
He touched his hat and turned the horse toward the barn.
He trailed as Rhyn led him toward the brightest portal, and Rhyn took the healer.s arm to hurry him along.
He tried to crawl upward toward her, but she just smiled down and doffed her beggar's hood so he'd recognize her.
He turned and exited the cage, toward the torch-lit area beyond the wooden rows packed with people on either side of the arena.
He turned on his heel as soon as she appeared and strode toward the small area beneath a tree where spacecraft traditionally hovered to release their occupants.
He turned the car toward the Spencer home.
He turned toward the basement stairs and we all followed.
He turned toward the door.
He turned toward the wall and, after what seemed like minutes, heard the bedroom door close.
He turned, spotted Jackson, then stood and walked toward him.
He walked toward the orchid.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
He wallowed through the wet sand, stumbling and staggering toward the sound.
He was frozen to move toward her, knowing in his heart it was too late.
He was quiet for a while and when she glanced up at him, he was looking off toward the old house.
He was silent for a few minutes as they sloshed toward the house.
He wasn't sure what he felt toward the woman, but he didn't want her to come to harm, and he didn't want her out of his sight.
He waved her out of the theatre and led her toward the mansion.
He whirled and stalked toward her, his face a mask of fury.
Her actions toward Julie, her mother and to Betsy with whom she shares a special relationship are markedly different.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
Her concern was exclusively directed toward the boy's welfare.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
Her shout drew their attention, and they started toward her.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
His chocolate gaze scanned the room full of women uncomfortably as he walked toward her, his square-toed boots clicking briskly on the hardwood floor.
His chuckle was soft and his dark gaze mocked her as they turned toward the door.
His eyes lingered on her before he moved toward the largest of the maps on the wall before him.
His feelings towards Sarah resembled those toward his older sister, Emily, whom he idolized as a caregiver, teacher, and confident.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
His mind was awhirl with the pending confrontation, not to mention the magazine article with one more arrow pointing toward bicycling, the motor home, a trip west, the Rocky Mountains and Jeffrey Byrne, all rolled into one very plausible package.
His shout drew the gaze of several of the barbarians, who started toward the forest.
His tone made her back toward the door.
His wife motioned toward the mine entrance out of sight in the rocks and trees.
Horrified, Deidre started toward the door.
I cannot, she said, flinging a hand toward the desk.
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 couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
I glanced up to see Martha headed toward my door.
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.
I made a move toward him, and he high-tailed it out of there.
I passed out for a few minutes, I guess, and then I thought I was alone so I started crawling toward the door.
I should've asked first, Gabriel said with a glance toward the window.
I slipped from my mother's lap and almost ran toward them.
I thought you felt disgust toward me and would turn me away.
I was in a cold sweat as I drove toward town knowing John Luke Grasso was in the area!
If he had an extra couple of hundred, I wish he'd put it toward his bill.
If my reasoning elsewhere in this book is correct, we are moving toward a future where there will be nothing but healthy, well-developed, rich countries with modern infrastructure.
If we get separated, go toward the ocean.
In a flood of tears and half-controlled sobs she got to her feet, and handkerchief to her face, dashed across the room toward the entrance.
In a panic I began to crawl toward the front door.
In one lithe movement he vaulted the gate and bolted toward the door.
Instead she turned toward the door.
Instead, he steered the conversation toward Gladys Turnbull, who was the only other occupant of the cozy room.
Instead, he stepped away and strode toward the door.
It sprawled out half way across the pasture toward her house.
It was getting harder and harder to deny what she felt toward him.
It was toward the end of her first week in the sprawling mansion that was her new home that she wandered down a hall previously unexplored.
It would, I think, be hard to make her feel just how to pronounce DICTIONARY without her erring either toward DICTIONAYRY or DICTION'RY, and, of course the word is neither one nor the other.
Itching for the feel of battle, Taran broke into a jog toward the battle.
Jackson leaned toward her.
Jackson marched toward the door, his face twisted with pain and fear.
Jackson rounded the corner onto Elm Street toward the Renaissance inspired estate he currently called home.
Jackson screamed, "Elisabeth!" and ran toward her.
Janet was backing away toward a stage-right exit now that her lines had been delivered.
Jonathan lifted his hand, thumb toward Alex and fingers curled down and rocked it forward and back.
Josh continued toward his truck.
Josh practically fell out of the truck and staggered toward the porch.
Josh strode off toward his truck.
Jule refused to release her, sensing more danger toward her than to himself.
Jule's arm shot out to block the interloper's progress toward them.
Just as he neared the intersection, Dean recognized Corday and Fitzgerald driving toward Ouray.
Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.
Just then, the man waved the cop away and began moving toward the pair, but not before giving a nod to second man Dean hadn't noticed.
Katie said, dragging her sister toward the window.
Katie says you're questioning my intentions toward you and your property.
Katie was shaking her head as she walked toward the ringing phone.
Katie watched her walk down the hall toward her chambers, stunned.
Kiera followed as Evelyn turned toward the main house, a sprawling, single-story compound made of brilliant white stone and dotted with hundreds of glass-less windows.
Kiera tugged at the moon on her necklace as she walked down the hall toward the video game room.
Kiera's heart jumped, but they ignored her and walked toward the main foyer.
Kris turned away and maneuvered through the piles of dead-dead Immortals and demons toward Tamer.
Laney lifted his chin toward Jake, who nodded.
Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox; and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the Baker Farm.
Life was moving along rapidly with our singlehood sliding toward the finish line.
Mansr ordered, waving them toward another small trail up a hill.
Marching toward the barn, she didn't look back.
Martha asked, gesturing toward the living room.
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
Mary strode down the path toward them, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes.
Molly appeared less shy around Howie than us, acting more casual toward him as if he was a member of her family.
Muffled steps hurried down the hall toward her door and Katie pounded on the door.
Ne'Rin caught A'Ran's eye and nodded toward the door.
Nervous, uneasy, she made her way down the wall toward the Council members, who held court with themselves.
No, any disgust is toward myself,I could not bear to see it reflected in your eyes.
No. We're not living together now, so we can be more... affectionate toward each other.
None of them made any move to invite him to their practice, so he moved away, toward the closest group of five.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
Obviously he had reconsidered his intentions toward her - or had she misread them from the start?
Officer David said in tones as sweet as they were bitter toward her.
Once again in darkness, Dean made his way toward the form, his arms outstretched before him.
Once beyond access to the river below, the seldom-used path presented an unbroken cover of fresh white, now blanketed in more than a foot of fresh powder, as it followed the large pipe toward the reservoir.
Once outside the pen, she latched the gate back and turned Ed toward the forest.
Once outside, they headed toward the forest.
Opal, the tall, thin man, nodded and stepped toward the house.
Our inquiries are directed toward the accuracy of what you're seeing; did those scenes actually occur in the past.
Pain shot up Dean's arm, hot and sharp, but he had no time to think about it as the man's partner jumped from the bar and dashed toward him.
Pierre gripped each of their arms and led them toward two black Tahoes.
Pierre punched him in the shoulder, and they walked toward the garage.
Power flowed from Xander and Jule, through her toward the Other, pinning him against the pillar behind him.
Pulling his Winchester from a boot attached to the side of the wagon, he walked toward her.
Pumpkin motioned toward the Jeep.
Resolved, she noticed her hands still shook as a guard grabbed her and pulled her toward the entrance of the cage.
Rhyn asked suspiciously as Kiki started toward the arched door beside the portcullis.
Rhyn righted himself, unconcerned, and barreled toward the demons.
Rissa arced a blow toward him.
Rissa slung the door closed and moved toward a small table where her sword waited.
Rissa started toward the bathing chamber once again, rattled and exhausted.
Rissa, Sirian, and the guards headed toward the sparring men.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
Ryland didn't press him and the boy fell asleep before they had turned down the canyon toward the town of Placerville.
Saying that might go further toward getting him to forget the kidnapping and murder and going on with his life.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
Several cars were on fire, and black smoke spiraled toward the sky.
Several doorways glowed around her, and Kris yanked her toward one.
Several portals glowed, and he strode across the silent domain toward the portal he needed.
She approached him finally, and he snatched the small hand reaching toward him.
She broke from the trail and darted toward it, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
She clung to the metal railing as if her life depended on it, stumbling toward him, blocking his progress.
She continued up Seventh Street and turned south on Main and drove toward the mountains.
She continued walking toward the house.
She didn't acknowledge his order but headed toward the stairs.
She didn't know if he'd welcome the gift or if his recent ordeal left him more jaded toward his past.
She didn't know what she felt toward him.
She didn't look at him until his back was to her on their way toward the door.
She dismounted and led her horse toward the small group, edgy and leery of the battle going on around her.
She eluded one man and slashed at another with a dagger before sprinting toward the field.
She forgot her shaky body and the whirling of her emotions and strode toward the door, intent on discovering if he had done this and if so, if he had more.
She frowned and turned toward his voice again.
She gasped, hope racing through her as he dove toward the ground, switched to his human form in mid-air, and landed hard on the stony island.s ground.
She gave a deep sigh and leaned toward him.
She gestured toward the leather sofa against the office wall.
She glanced at them again and looked toward the door.
She glanced toward the dark cell and saw the silver eyes flash dangerously.
She glanced toward the door, mind on what she'd learned earlier.
She glanced toward the lingering attackers hovering like vultures.
She grabbed the line and pulled it toward them.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
She had been cool toward him at the funeral, but that may have been due to the fact that she was grieving.
She heard the runner before she saw him and watched as one of the warriors breezed past her toward Ne'Rin.
She hung the picture back on the wall and turned toward the door.
She jerked away, surprised, and slid in the mud toward the cliff edge.
She jumped toward the child, apparently crying out and evoking a threatening wave of the knife by Grasso.
She kept looking toward Martha until Martha asked if something was wrong.
She leaned toward him and he met her half way.
She leaned toward him and wrinkled her nose.
She leaned toward him, gazing up at his face.
She limped toward the house, pushing away the helping arm Alex offered.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
She looked back toward Andre's apartment, surprised to see two dark forms on the ledge following her.
She looked to Evelyn only to find the group had already moved away toward the distant dwelling.
She looked toward the fire.
She lowered her foot to the stirrup and turned Ed back toward the buffalo shed.
She moved toward him hesitantly.
She ran from the mansion into the gardens and toward the forest.
She reached the top of the stairs and stared at a similar scene leading past the Arch and all the way up the park toward the city.
She recalled falling asleep atop her horse as she rode down the quiet, darkened path toward home.
She relaxed, dropped back down on the sofa, and nodded toward the front closet.
She rose and started toward the door.
She savored the feel of his body against hers, unable to deny what she felt toward him and terrified he'd never feel the same.
She scrambled toward the back of the cell, huddling with Lankha in a corner.
She screamed, and raced toward the field.
She shot him a look and stepped from the house, moving toward the field with the gifts at her side.
She sighed as she trudged toward the house.
She staggered toward it, stumbled, then fell through it and landed flat on her back on a familiar, faded red rug.
She stared at him dumbly until the crowd forced her toward the exit.
She started toward the house, glancing at the trees.
She started toward the road, away from the field of death.
She stepped back and whirled, darting toward the door.
She stepped toward him and brought her knee up into his groin.
She stepped toward him, lifting her arms.
She then pushed the three smaller denomination coins across the coffee table toward Fred.
She took a step toward him and called out.
She took his hand and led him toward the door.
She tossed her hair over one shoulder and walked to him, pushing him toward the door.
She tried to feel happy for them, but all she could feel was animosity toward Lori.
She tried to tell herself it was the alcohol scattering her thoughts and not the growing feeling of respect or concern she felt toward him.
She turned around and started marching toward the barn.
She turned her back on him, marching down the hill toward her house.
She turned toward the door.
She turned toward the house.
She turned toward the kitchen before I could answer.
She turned toward the kitchen.
She twisted her head to see the jumbled outlines of the small army of vamps running toward them from the direction of the burning mountain.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
She walked toward the door.
She wasn.t hungry but walked toward the cafeteria so she wouldn.t be alone with her thoughts.
She watched him go, frowning when he turned left down the hall toward the front door rather than right to the stairwell or interior of the castle.
She wiped clammy hands on her pants and moved toward the horse.
Shuddering, she looked toward Taran, the sense of betrayal raw.
Sofia turned, surprised to Traci racing toward her from across the helipad.
Stunned, he resisted until he saw the barbarians charging toward them.
Surprised, she tried to move toward him.
Taking a deep breath, he walked toward Carmen.
Taking in the scene, Victor pushed Cassandra toward Jackson bellowing, "Take him!"
Taking mincing steps so that the water wouldn't slosh out of the buckets, she worked her way toward the barn door.
Talal strode toward her, and Kiera waited.
Taran glanced toward the darkened figure near the door.
Taran glanced warily toward him as he led the horse toward stables nestled along one wall of the stone fortress.
Taran made no move toward her.
The bay's ears were perked toward the wash below them.
The Buen was nearly full, but as the season crept toward the Fourth of July and the heart of summer, finding a dinner seat anywhere in Ouray would often require patience.
The city changed as she wandered the zigzag roads toward its center until she came upon an inner wall - -now open - -leading to stone structures gleaming with gold and silver artwork.
The demon that was Ully gave a half-bark, half-roar before he smashed through the lab toward her.
The five of them raced across the pasture, toward the buffalo pen.
The Guardians had frozen in mid-speech and were looking toward the mansion.
The last thing she remembered was the wet ground rushing toward her face.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
The Magician piled her coat on top of her table with shaking hands and walked toward the hallway where the restrooms were.
The man lumbered toward the door.
The money she had saved would have to go toward doctor bills now.
The pod dropped fast toward the surface, the sight of the spinning world beneath her sickening.
The police spoke to Fred next, while Dean strolled back toward his quarters, with Corday's question concerning his wife's return echoing in his mind.
The rain trickled down the back of her neck and she pulled up her hood, sloshing toward the house again.
The rest of us were spiraling toward bankruptcy when Howie turned to Martha.
The shadow world…she staggered and floated through it, hauling him with her toward a pulsing portal that grew blurry fast.
The shadow-man's hand twitched and inched toward the sword at his hip.
The ship sloshed through dark teal waters toward a crescent-shaped bay with white sands that glistened in the midday light.
The sight of Alex on Ed, galloping toward her was as much a relief as it was a surprise.
The small group moved more hurriedly now and the man said something to Betsy and shoved her forward toward an emergency exit.
The sounds of heated discussion made her look toward the river.
The third bolted toward the door.
The third, the youngest, hurried toward the door, translator in hand as he had ordered.
The wild dog ran a few steps toward the trees and then stopped, his head low as he watched her.
The woman directed her plea toward the Other and tried to push past Jule.
The woman walked toward the porch with her head down.
Their pace out of the dwelling and toward the hills was brutal, too fast for her to keep up, and Leyon ended up swinging her into his arms like a child to keep the fast pace into the rocky hills.
Then I saw a figure get out of the car and creep around toward the back of the house.
Then she joined the fun, leaping and lashing her feet into the air as she twisted her belly toward the sun.
Then she started out at a lumbering run toward Carmen.
Then she turned toward him and with a lightening swing slapped Dean across the face with a force that shocked him cold.
Then, with her back still turned toward him, she unfastened the drape cord and began tying the knot.
There in the blur of a passing auto and mirrored in descending waves of rain was the huddled figure of Cynthia Byrne stumbling across the parking lot toward the road and the beach beyond.
There was a quick glance toward the closed bedroom door.
There was nothing maternal about her feelings for Alex – nor anything paternal about his actions toward her when they were alone.
These countries, particularly in the Balkans, were often small and tended toward war.
They both knew he spoke the truth—a steady salary would go a long way toward lessening their money problems.
They both left the lounge and started down the hall toward the desk.
They charged through the hall toward the stairs and descended to the main floor.
They continued up a winding path toward the top of the lowest of the mountains.
They continued up the hill, past the place where the wild dogs had broken through so long ago, and on toward the spring.
They formed a fog at her feet and trailed her toward the stairwell.
They like you Kiera, Evelyn said, and raised her chin toward the warriors near them.
They loaded the car and drove toward the shore.
They moved more quickly, retracing their steps toward the entrance.
They raced through the quaking halls toward the entrance, all while the strange roar of an ocean grew louder.
They ran through the forest toward the cliff, then ducked deeper into the forest before the trees gave way at the cliff.
They rolled past South Fork, and 20 miles later, Del Norte, where the lead cadre of bikers hummed their way toward Monte Vista, 14 miles further, and then the final 17 miles to Alamosa.
They slopped forward, feet sloshing the muddy floor, no longer trying to avoid the water that oozed in rivulets down the narrow passageway, back toward the entrance, now out of sight behind them.
They started toward the house.
They stepped into the cooler house, and her attention was caught by Talal, who froze in mid-stride along her path toward the northern wing.
They stood that way for a few moments and finally he gently pulled her toward him.
They walked toward the house, reaching the patio before Traci started crying.
They were eating breakfast when Jackson looked up, and to his horror, saw Claudia walking straight toward them.
They wove their way through the panicked crowds toward Andre's building.
This man rode toward Balashev at a gallop, his plumes flowing and his gems and gold lace glittering in the bright June sunshine.
This time she marched toward the kitchen, her temper rising with every step.
This was toward the end of summer.
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Three forms with glowing tattoos were moving slowly toward the road, stopping to sift through the dead bodies.
To her surprise, he walked with her toward the stairs.
Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.
Toward dusk the cannonade began to subside.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
Toward what place was the eagle flying when you last saw it?
Tucking gloved hands into the pockets of his leather coat, he headed toward the house.
Turning on the flashlight, she moved toward the goat.
Turning toward the dining room, she glanced up and drew a quick breath.
Unwilling to root for either animal, Carmen turned Ed back toward the tree line.
Vara was still for only a moment before he whirled and grabbed Taran, pulling him toward the forest.
We need to talk! he called cheerfully, then spun and started toward the conference room at the end of a lab that stretched the size of a football field.
We were tip toeing toward something impossible and it made me nervous.
What else has been achieved in our march toward civilization?
When Dean didn't answer, she started the Chevy Blazer and turned it back toward town.
When he didn't object either, she started toward her room.
When he motioned to the meat, she looked toward the spit and then lied.
When his hand touched her arm, she moved toward him.
When she closed her laptop, Jackson said, "I thought after, we could head toward the water and find a restaurant for lunch, then walk the beach if it's not too cold."
When the bear continued toward him, he fired.
While Dean distrusted the Dawkins, given their mutual animosity toward one another, any collective effort on their part—on any project—seemed questionable, if not impossible.
While Dean enjoyed the spectacle of the exciting contest, he harbored no envy toward its participants.
While he wanted to avoid further involvement in Edith Shipton's troubled world, he felt proud of his wife inherent sense of compassion toward anyone in trouble.
Whistling appreciatively, he took a step toward her and captured her by the waist, drawing her into his arms.
Winston dragged him toward the doorway, pausing by Rita's desk.
With Alex, the relationship seemed to be either grinding up a long hill or plunging perilously toward the depths of despair.
With every step toward the phone she told herself she shouldn't answer it – shouldn't lose her temper.
With her back still toward him, she asked what must have been the most difficult questioned she ever voiced.
With long strides, he started toward her, pushing his way through the crowd.
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
Yet the conversation never turned comfortably toward children.
Yet there it was, big as life, walking across the field toward the tree line.
You cannot be here, the first woman said, pushing Rhyn toward the door.
You will follow this path that leads around the hill back toward the encampment.