A competent, methodical assassin, she didn't make the mistake of trying to collect from someone not on the list.
A status check on their relationship, the one he hadn't told her he couldn't have, because he was trapped into mating with a formerly sadistic psychopath-turned-human he was trying hard not to kill.
After I checked out the list I spent the afternoon at a rest stop squinting at a couple of a thousand bikers' numbers trying to spot him, but no luck.
Alex gave up trying to fit the picture into the gap in the box and laid it on top of it.
Alex twisted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to push back the emotions that memory invoked.
Alex was trying his best to teach her to be independent.
All we were trying to do is respond to a little girl's wishes and find out the identity of the skeleton she found.
And then, his face as she held his hand; he was trying to convey something.
Angry at him again, she realized she'd been trying to work up the courage to break up with him for weeks.
Any thought she had of trying to make it here faded whenever she saw the desert or thought about how Darkyn manipulated her.
Are you even trying to find Bianca?
Are you trying to be nice?
Are you trying to convince me you don't know who she is?
Are you trying to protect her now?
Are you trying to say he came here to see me?
Are you trying to say my wife beat you up?
Are you trying to say that we would have been married by now if it hadn't been for that?
Are you trying to scare me?
Are you trying to talk me out of it?
Are you trying to tell me that you came out here because you were afraid of the storm?
Are you trying to tell me you never wondered?
As for trusting Claire, there were still days Darian wasn't certain her father wasn't still trying to be the puppet master.
As she watched Cora, Deidre began to think she'd missed a lot over the past few months despite trying to pay attention to the human world.
As soon as he had lost the tail, he was sorry, sorry he'd played games and ditched it instead of trying to find out who was following him.
Ashley was trying not to smile.
At last, he gave up trying to make up for it with food and rose from the table.
At that point, everyone was collecting, or trying to.
At the time she had thought he was trying to express his love.
Aware he was trying to make her uncomfortable, Jessi refused to meet his gaze as he settled between her legs.
Back-tracking the elk through the brush wasn't so difficult, but trying to move through the brush on horseback wasn't a simple thing.
Been trying to teach her for weeks, Elise answered without looking up.
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
Both lay awake, trying not to disturb the other while neither slept until hours after the sun finally slipped around the corner to the other side of the world.
Brady focused on the micro, trying to figure out where Lana might've gone.
Brady scanned the surrounding forest again, trying to figure out which way Lana had gone.
But … something is off. She might be trying to fix it.
But I've been trying for days!
But if the little bit I've got's not stopping me from trying to multiply it to something better, how can you be worried about this kid of yours?
But no longer, because she'd been trying to make sure she never lost him.
But the fact that some present-day person was trying to stop them from finding any answers somehow made the mystery more intriguing.
Carmen asked, trying to establish identity.
Carmen had Penny in the stanchion and was straddling her, trying to trim one hoof when the little doe simply lay down.
Carmen sawed on the reins, trying to slow her down.
Certainly it was the main reason she was trying to improve – to keep him interested.
Claire searched his face, trying to read him.
Come on, Sofi, I'm trying to help you.
Cynthia scrunched close to Dean's ear, trying to hear the conversation, and offered a word or two as well.
Damian said nothing, and Darian didn't have to look at his little brother to know he was trying not to grin.
Darian felt the magic of the world bombard him, both welcoming home the man that had been its king and trying to figure out what he now was.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
David and Cynthia Dean had experienced little success in trying to secure a more formal arrangement for long term custody of Martha, managing only undocumented assignment as temporary foster parents.
Dean asked, trying to control the quiver in his voice.
Dean asked, trying to hustle Fred along with his drawn out explanation.
Dean asked, trying to keep it light.
Dean asked, trying to sound casual.
Dean glanced up, trying to catch his breath and spotted the mine portal before them.
Dean grumbled some sort of agreement, trying to keep the edge from his voice, as he turned and climbed the stairs to change.
Dean introduced himself to the large gathering in the parlor, trying without success to remember names.
Dean let him talk it out, half listening, half trying to make sense of all the details.
Dean moved behind a post, trying to get what little privacy the squad room and the length of his phone cord allowed.
Dean plopped back down, trying to think.
Dean realized from his past experience that being forthcoming and subjecting himself to interrogation without an attorney was naive but the entire idea of his trying to kill Shipton was so ludicrous in his mind, he tended to minimize the seriousness of the situation.
Dean said as the others returned to work, Rita shaking her head in disgust and Harrigan trying to talk on the phone by sticking a finger in one ear.
Dean sat in the corner, trying to read up on Colorado law as it pertained to the duties of sheriff, but was drawn by politeness and the darkened room to view the exhibit.
Dean supposed this was his idea of being subtle while trying to cut off the open path.
Dean tried to isolate the sound, looking frantically in all downward directions, trying to see a trace, a telltale puff of smoke in the gathering dusk.
Dean was in front of Bird Song, trying to mow the lawn, still blanketed with the moisture of the now-ended drizzle when he remembered his promise to pick up Pumpkin Green and whoever else needed chauffeuring from the pool.
Dean was knee-deep in a dream, trying to pull his Visa card away from Jeffrey Byrne, who was sitting on a cloud playing a harp, when his bedroom was suddenly filled with light.
Dean was still trying to catch his breath when another car rolled to a stop on the road above him.
Dean, are you trying to put a move on my wife?
Deidre closed her eyes and rested against him, trying to imagine what the last days of her life would be like.
Deidre shifted with a grunt. Katie sat back on her haunches, not sure what to do when she couldn't see what she was trying to cut. Deidre was shaking as hard as Katie was, and Katie crept closer for body heat.
Deidre stopped trying to control her tears.
Deidre took his face in her hands, hungrily trying to taste more of him as she explored his mouth with fervor.
Deidre went back to the pantry, trying to remember what human-Deidre ate.
Did Alex suspect that Josh was still interested in her, or was he trying to say that she should be sleeping with Alex?
Did he think she was trying to say Katie was stupid?
Did you really come here tonight to start trying to win me over?
Donnie got his skies tangled up, trying to move away.
During this trying time, the funeral and the days that followed, Dean stayed with Fred O'Connor in the Collingswood Avenue house Fred and Dean's mother had rented after their marriage.
Eternity at the day job I was trying so hard to leave.
Everyone was pretty damn busy wrapping him up to haul him out of there, just trying to keep him alive.
Everyone's trying to survive.
Finding a mate wasn't a priority, not when he was trying to fix his world.
For a moment she stood still, trying not to think of what was ahead.
Fred said, trying to catch his breath.
Frustrated, Jessi sat and stared into space, trying to come up with a plan.
Ginger had—maybe is still having—an affair with her husband's brother, and if she isn't sleeping with their attorney it isn't because neither isn't trying.
Greenie's holed up in the hub trying to figure out what to do.
Hadn't she caused enough trouble trying to avoid Rob, and hadn't she told Alex that the man made her feel uncomfortable?
He appeared to be trying to lift the massive structure.
He assumed Jessi was trying not to let someone in.
He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
He comforted her, as best he could, trying to learn what happened.
He didn't flinch this time, suspecting she was purposely trying to push the Claire button to manipulate him.
He didn't need the distraction of worrying about the queen while trying to prevent them from losing the war!
He drove home slowly, trying to understand what had happened.
He flung his head back, trying to remember the last time he'd felt some semblance of peace.
He focused on it, trying to recall why he felt he should recognize the vamp.
He gripped the bars of his cell and pressed his face against them, trying to see into the neighboring cells.
He had this funny, prissy way of talking, old fashioned-like... using big words when he didn't have to, always trying to impress.
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 lost sight of her while trying to find a parking spot.
He moved through the trees, trying to see the palace that had been his for a short time at the other end.
He replaced his weapons and pulled on new boots, pausing when the net beeped, indicating someone was trying to contact him.
He sat for a minute trying to figure out how to fix things, but came up empty.
He sat on a boulder near the entrance, as if he were the bouncer trying to prevent someone like her from exiting.
He shook his head again, as if trying to shake himself out of a nightmare.
He shook out his shoulders, trying to focus on whatever it was Kiki had been talking about.
He signed a quest of what was making her cry and she stared mutely at him, frantically trying to think of something.
He smiled when he said it, and added, Just don't go trying to get fancy.
He spent the whole evening trying to save my soul.
He squeezed her hand, his eyes desperately trying to tell her something.
He stopped trying to sort through everything.
He struggled against the darkness, trying to rally his fury to keep from falling completely unconscious after her blow.
He thought about what Elise said, that she'd been trying to take something west.
He threw the last stone into the water without trying to skip it.
He was peering closely at the people on the screen, as if trying to assess if there were any survivors.
He was simply being Alex —- trying to help someone who was having a hard time.
He was simply trying to lead the subject away.
He was trying hard not to smile.
He was trying not to let the feel of Katie.s skin heat his blood, but her nearness and direct gaze lit him afire.
He was trying so hard to please her.
He was trying to be romantic.
He was trying to communicate – to improve their relationship.
He was trying to delicately say that he was sterile.
He was trying to get out.
He was trying to keep her busy so she wouldn't have time to think about the storm.
He was trying to keep the situation under control – for her sake.
He was trying to maintain a balance between taking care of business and her happiness.
He was trying to make the best of a situation most men would have considered grounds for divorce.
He was trying to push her away again, as he had before.
He was trying to put a move on me, the silly man.
He was trying to put the pieces together now — a job that would be difficult enough if she merely stood back and watched.
He was trying to tell her something.
He was trying to toot Cynthia.
He wasn't sure what her gift was or what she was trying to do, but he'd never met a Natural with her unique combination of power and strength.
He wasn't trying to numb the pain.
He wasn't trying to restrict her activities.
He'd been trying to walk that fine line all night.
He'd long since stopped trying to escape, knowing the magic of Hell and the Dark One was too old for him to break.
He's in Europe trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces, Damian said.
He's like a modern-day king who's in charge of the superheroes trying to beat down the evil villains.
He's probably trying to con you out of some dough.
He's trying to capture it, Xander said from across the living area.
He's trying to change, but it isn't easy.
Her father was dangerous, even if she didn't yet know what he was trying to do.
Her head hurt again, this time from trying to digest what he was telling her.
Her skirt rode up her ample body as if it were trying to get away.
Her stomach felt as if it were trying to crawl out her mouth.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
His gaze lingered on her, as if he smelled her perfume and was trying hard to identify it.
His gaze slid to the floor, and he shook his head ever so slightly, as if trying to shake free an unpleasant thought.
His head was titled to the side, as if he was trying to determine what was wrong with her.
His personal net vibrated, indicating someone was trying to contact him.
His tone was unassuming, but his gaze was intent, as if he were trying to gauge if she recognized him or not.
I been trying to find out some poop about that guy on the Internet but it's a whole lot easier checking out hundred year old folks than living ones.
I can't imagine trying to sleep with just a couple of little steel pegs hammered into the rock the only thing holding me from a couple of thousand foot drop!
I did a shit ton of damage trying not to be Katie's mate.
I didn't even know who I was until Katie started trying to make me over.
I didn't mean … you're really trying … um, and doing your best.
I didn't realize things were bad enough between you and me that you'd trust the man who hurt you over someone trying to help you.
I do my best, but I'm as flawed as any Immortal. I just hope our brothers see that I'm trying.
I don't know what he wanted, but he must've been trying to use me, he said.
I don't know what you're trying to pull but . . .
I don't mind trying to make your day as good as you make mine.
I don't see the harm in Fred trying to find out whose bones Martha found.
I don't think it's worth trying to snow her anymore.
I don't want to, she said, trying to rise.
I felt such a strong urge to dress up in this, like a little girl trying to be someone she isn't—fishing in an attic trunk.
I had a little bit of make-up and was trying to decide how much to put on.
I have nightmares of waking and finding you dead at my feet, and now you are trying to make them real.
I have some hanging plants I've been trying to get rid of that would look great on your front porch.
I hired someone instead of trying to do it myself.
I just hope there isn't something truly important she's trying to tell us but is too afraid to say.
I just strolled around town, trying to imagine Annie doing the same thing, a hundred years ago.
I just thought... well, you must have had a rough time trying to raise her.
I keep trying to tell myself that her not telephoning is a good sign.
I knew he wanted to remain close to Julie so I said nothing further about trying to go back.
I look like I'm trying out for you-know-who in The Wizard of Oz.
I might need a little of that as well, but mostly I'm trying to track down a guy named Josh who worked in mining in Ouray back in the 1960's.
I suggest we concentrate on you feeling better before trying to figure this out.
I suppose a guy should be careful whose filly he's trying to shoo into his stable - especially when she's still wearing another man's halter.
I suppose he was trying to protect me.
I think he's trying to do his research before Claire gets there.
I think she is trying to tell you she won't hurt you.
I thought you could use this, unless you're trying to starve yourself.
I thought your point was that I was trying to protect you.
I told him I was just trying to locate the guy.
I took a deep breath trying to control myself.
I want to be happy and not worry about creatures trying to kill me or how often I'll be wandering into one of your massacres!
I was just trying to catch Brutus.
I was just trying to make sure he put the water in the correct stalls.
I was just trying to stop him!
I was trying to … I don't know what happened.
I was trying to come up with an exit excuse when a gong sounded from above.
I was trying to figure out what was there, not to remove it, but to ensure no one else could either.
I was trying to remove that bird's nest.
I was trying to straighten that picture on the wall.
I was trying to tell you that when I was in Texas, Morino told Father and me that he has cancer.
I wondered if she was trying to "make up."
I worked for over an hour trying to talk.
I'd rather see you alive and here than blown to pieces trying to get across the river.
I'm just trying to adjust to being alone again.
I'm just trying to be thorough.
I'm just trying to get at the truth—not get anyone in trouble.
I'm just trying to pry your eyes open.
I'm just trying to run an inn and keep the guests from killing each other.
I'm not trying to get you into my bed.
I'm not trying to impress anyone.
I'm only trying to understand why you think it's inappropriate.
I'm trying to capture it, Laurencio repeated.
I'm trying to figure out how I can want to be with him but not stomach what he does as the Dark One.
I'm trying to figure you out.
I'm trying to get a group together for a band.
I'm trying to get something done around here!
I'm trying to have a conversation.
I'm trying to make love to you.
I'm trying to make this a profitable business.
I'm trying to teach one of the Roma girls her letters as she knows nothing of reading or writing.
I'm trying to wrap up everything as fast as I can, Logan said.
I've been on climbs in all kinds of weather, some all day, rappelling down at dusk, nearly in the dark, with wind and snow trying to blow me off the wall.
I've been trying to call you.
I've been trying to figure him out for the past few days and have no clue.
I've been trying to reach you for days.
I've been trying to think of how to do that.
I've got a lawyer!" and yelled over his shoulder, "Hey, Arthur, they're trying to kill me!
If both of their mates disappeared, she saw them starting an all-out war rather than trying to find them.
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.
If Gabriel had killed her while trying to save her, he'd kill the soul in her head, too, the one that damned Deidre to Hell.
If he was trying to frighten her, he was doing an excellent job.
If I am another Memon or Sirian trying to take her kingdom?
If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to keep a secret.
If I didn't, it wasn't for not trying.
If it was so simple, Andre wouldn't be trying to drop a hint without betraying the confidence of Deidre.
If someone were trying to get a line on the whereabouts of Vinnie Baratto, they would all have to exercise more caution driving to the Pocono hideout.
If you'd spend as much time chasing after the truth as you do trying to convince your gut instincts they're wrong maybe we'd get somewhere.
If you're trying to pick a fight, have after it.
In an instant he was beside her, trying to take the bale from her hands.
In her defense, she thought I was trying to kill her.
In that moment, the demon lord reminded him of Rhyn when the half-demon was trying not to let his mate soften his mood.
In the valley below, the old house seemed to stare at her with blank eyes, as if it too was trying to avoid seeing something.
Instead I'm here trying to figure out how this could have happened.
Instead, he was working his backside off trying to climb an 11,000-foot mountain that never ended with the only power provided by his two aching legs.
Is this not what he's been trying to find out? he asked, squeezing her against him.
Isn't he in Hell for trying to wipe out mankind?
It came in the form of letting go of her past and embracing her future, not trying to fix something that couldn't be fixed.
It didn't make sense that nothing could save the girl, or that Darkyn was capable of trying to.
It lit up her features, and he saw the tiny fangs she was trying to hide.
It might drive him to the very arms she was trying to slap away from him.
It must be distressing, trying to make logical plans about your future.
It was a trying conversation—obvious this bundle of nerves had little experience talking to strangers.
It was frustrating to work with someone who didn't try, but if it had not been for him trying to rescue her, she might be the one on that bed – or in the morgue.
It was ridiculous to stand here, trying to match wits with such a polished salesman.
It was rumored in Hell that Darkyn was trying to get your precious Katie.
It was unclear if this action was prompted by Patsy Boyd herself or just some do-gooder trying to clear her desk of problems.
Jenn laughed softly at Talia's chubby hands trying to grasp the bright bauble.
Jenn tackled the guardsman trying to close the door.
Jessi fought back whatever spell was trying to engulf her.
Jim was trying to take food from Tim's plate.
Jule looked around Yully's room, trying to digest everything he was learning about himself.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
Jule was quiet, trying hard to remember something from before the Schism besides brief glimpses of Darian and Damian.
Jule's going crazy trying to keep up.
Just don't put stress on yourself trying to be frugal.
Just have worse odds, Jule said, trying not to let his own alarm show.
Just trying to get you mellow enough to tell me why you've got a bug up your behind.
Katie asked. She settled next to the trapped woman, trying hard to keep her mind off how cold she was. She was grateful for company, even if Deidre seemed as lost as she was.
Katie has been helping me crawl out of yesteryear and Alex is trying to make me less dependent.
Kiera asked, trying hard to control the anger building within her.
Kiera listened, interested despite trying not to be.
Kiera said nothing, trying to think the best of her friend while anger stirred.
Kris blinked, trying to figure out what the deity wanted.
Lana looked up at the bridge, trying to determine which way it was to shore.
Larkin asked, trying to look down at Martha and at the same time keeping a wary eye on Dean, who was ready to kill her.
Like, hooking up with a stranger at a bar like they did in movies and a few sex positions she'd been subtly trying to talk him into.
Lilith was trying to destroy the Council.
Listen, Kris, I'm not trying to be an ass, but logistically and in practicality, there's no reason for us to maintain the Council.
Look, Lacy, I'm not trying to be difficult.
Lori picked up a magazine, obviously trying to forget the history between Carmen and her husband.
Losing her temper wasn't going to get her anywhere, especially now that she knew he was trying to provoke her.
Many times people gave up trying and adopted – only to immediately become pregnant.
Matthew snuggled against her, trying to get into a position to suckle.
Maybe because I was trying so hard and consciously trying to make it happen.
Maybe Gabe hurt Wynn while trying to save her friend from the demons.
Maybe Gerald was trying to warn her of that as well.
Maybe he was just worried you'd turn him in for trying to beat the sales taxes...
Maybe he was only joking – or trying to see how I would react.
Maybe her "hard to get" act wasn't working, so she was trying something a little more direct.
Maybe it was because he was trying to control his emotions, but his kiss was measured.
Maybe she would, but not without trying to do it on her own.
Maybe some spirit is trying to contact us to set things straight.
Maybe they'd question it less if he'd stop trying to pick up pretty men at gay bars.
Melissa smiled in response, her hands full with a toddler trying to steal another's oranges.
More importantly, Cynthia Byrne was dead right in saying he had no business being chauvinistic in trying to protect this woman from his suspicions.
Most women would be in a dither trying to get everything just right for their wedding.
Nick was trying to wake her up so they could go to the mall.
No one else was going to get hurt trying to protect her.
No one more than me. I've got to deal with losing him and trying to manage you all.
No supplies, no water, no food, hundreds of thousands of refugees trying to survive on nothing.
No, and he wasn't trying to break my neck.
No, you were only trying to distract me.
Norfolk had all but ceased trying to locate the ex-World Wide employee, but Dean still considered him a missing piece in the puzzle and wanted to talk to the man.
Norfolk wants us to dig around up here before they go busting their backsides trying to drag the Chesapeake Bay for a body.
Now maybe he would stop trying to meddle in her life.
Now, let's work on the premise Byrne didn't drown and start trying to find where he is instead of pretending he didn't skip!
Obviously he was trying to prove a point.
On her way to see Zamon, she stepped into an empty hallway before trying to call a portal.
Once clear of town, Dean drove along at a brisk clip, trying without success to engage Martha in conversation.
One night and you're trying to change me already, eh?
One of them was brighter than the others, as if trying to draw her attention.
One of you was always trying to kill me.
Our path won't be easy, but we didn't spend thousands of years trying to be together not to take the chance we have now.
Personally, it wouldn't surprise me if metalman29 is one Dawkins trying to con the other!
Probably a five buck parking ticket he didn't pay fifty years ago and he thinks they're still trying to hunt him down.
Rumor has it they're trying to revive the East-West War.
Ryland suggested they carry her to his first floor room instead of trying to maneuver her upstairs.
Shaking his head, he walked once around the room, trying to determine where she'd hide something he needed.
She approached and knelt a safe distance from him, trying hard to see into the darkness of the corner.
She blinked, trying to bring it into focus.
She cowered into her hiding place, trying to breathe softly in spite of her state of panic.
She darted to the door and whipped it open, trying hard to sense if Darian reappeared close enough for her to follow.
She didn't understand what her instincts were trying to tell her, but right now, they wanted her to climb a tree to see the lake from above.
She faced him coolly, trying to control her temper.
She followed him to one of the stalls, trying to remember the circumstances of his rejected love.
She forced her face to remain emotionless, her form still enough not to draw attention, like a wounded animal trying not to distract the hungry predators fighting over it.
She gave a startled cry and fell back, barely escaping a hand trying to grab her.
She gave up trying to wipe the moisture from her hands.
She gazed up at him, trying to read his expression.
She glanced around, trying to avoid his amused gaze.
She glanced at his muscular frame, trying to keep her mind on the business at hand - supper, wasn't it?
She glanced at the woman, trying a scratchy voice.
She gritted her teeth and turned to go, trying not to think of how jealous the idea of another woman made her.
She has enough on her mind trying to reestablish some relationship with her mother.
She hesitated then took it, trying not to act too eager to read its secrets.
She hesitated, trying to think of a good comeback.
She joined them, trying to recall the reason human-Deidre came to these.
She laughed and bit her lip trying to stop.
She looked around, overwhelmed by the idea of trying to find a way west on her own.
She looked away, trying not to bring his attention to it.
She looked unsettled at the idea of leaving her lab and looked around, as if trying to figure out what to take.
She looked up at his face, trying to remain calm.
She nodded, trying hard to recover from the latest surprise.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
She paused, trying to figure out what to tell him.
She paused, trying to find the right words.
She pulled more of him into her, trying to identify the elusive flavor that left her intoxicated.
She pushed away from the wall, trying not to reveal her shame.
She rolled over and sat up, trying to calm a racing heart.
She rose, trying hard not to look or touch anything.
She rubbed her face and shook out her arms, trying to fling away whatever was in her blood.
She scrunched her eyes, trying to remember.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the fog he'd placed there.
She squinted into the jungle, trying to see Andre again. This time, he wasn't there.
She stammered, trying to think of an excuse why she couldn't go.
She stared at him, trying to understand.
She stepped back, trying to take the electricity out of the air with a little humor.
She stood in the doorway to his room for a long moment, trying to figure out how the hell he knew so much about her.
She stopped, angry at herself for trying to protect the boy who was no longer a boy.
She touched the ground around her, trying to measure the size of her prison.
She turned away, not even trying to hide her annoyance.
She twisted, trying to see him in the dark.
She was only trying to point out that nothing came with a guarantee.
She was only trying to take care of her cubs.
She was sobbing uncontrollably and he pulled her soaked frame up to him, trying to wrap his raincoat around her shaking body.
She was trying hard not to run.
She was trying hard to control her expression and the flush moving up her features.
She was trying hard to ignore the sensations in her body.
She was trying hard to keep her fear away so she could figure out this new world.
She was trying hard to push away the gathering emotions that told her Wynn was not the man she wanted, needed him to be.
She was trying to avoid his wrath.
She was trying to determine the best way to attack and debating the validity of her boss's assertion that the human-made weapons she carried were useless against Xander.
She was walking behind him, trying unsuccessfully to keep up with his long strides.
She wrenched away from both men and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the visions.
She'd been trying for years to have his voluntary service revoked.
She'd been trying to avoid the crushing sense of betrayal building in her breast.
She'd been trying to get her hands on it since arriving.
She'd been trying to reconcile his connection to the PMF since discovering the link between him and Brady earlier that day.
She'd seen him trying to train the Black God a couple of times but never in the ring with any of the vamps.
She'd spent the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out what to do.
She'd stopped trying to figure out why Xander tormented her every day.
She'd watched him go from a near-comatose state, through his teenager stage that nearly drove them all mad, to the gym-obsessed warrior trying to understand his place in the world.
She's just trying it for the fun of it—doing it on a lark.
She's trying, Damian said.
Shipton claimed Jerry fell in the water while they were shooting rapids and Shipton himself nearly drowned trying to save him.
So will you, trying to mush through the state's bureaucratic swamp.
So, I haven't hit yet but I'm still trying.
Sofia stepped out of her way, trying hard to digest what she'd seen.
Some hick town newspaper said I was the best actor in the cast, but I think he was trying to be funny.
Somebody will be out here trying to harvest it.
Someone cut the son of a bitch's line and I'm the one who's stuck trying to find out who did it.
Something was troubling him and he was trying to figure out the best way to approach it.
Sometimes I think he was trying to improve my skills.
Sorry. I was just trying to help.
Sounds like Skippy's trying out his new vamp skills.
Still a lot of us trying to deal with not having light at night or our favorite foods.
Still, if Alex had been trying to get somewhere with her, why wouldn't he have tried with Lori?
Stunned, she was silent, trying to digest what he was saying.
That was one place he wouldn't be trying to show her up.
The Black God was fighting nearby, hurling black clouds at the Others then trying not to get hit by lightning in return.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
The creatures had reached the top of the stairs and were looking around, trying to figure out which way she'd gone.
The defenses the Exemplars gave us must work for anyone trying to kill us.
The demon peered out at him, as if trying to judge whether or not he lied.
The demon within her thrashed and darted to the first wound, then the second, trying to heal both.
The doctor says I can talk, but I think he is trying to avoid a law suit.
The helicopter righted itself fast, and she saw the parachute Brady had been trying to release by smashing his fist against the control box in the ceiling.
The Ice Lady, Linda Segal, was going full bore at the Sentinel, trying to convince her reading public that the poor lad might have been saved had the local police properly conducted the search for the missing boy in a timely fashion.
The military is trying to find them all and pull out the supplies before anyone else steals them.
The old man held out a cup of coffee to his stepson, who continued trying to catch his breath.
The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do with her.
The poor guy's probably some henpecked bank teller who rented this place trying to shack up with a honey and struck out.
The road darkened as he entered the trees and he turned on his headlamps, trying to avoid the rocks and boulders that littered the roadway.
The roll of twine was getting small, and it was a nuisance to hold the spool while trying to turn pages, so she unrolled the rest of the twine and tied the end around her waist.
The scene was total chaos, with goats dashing every which way around the field, trying to avoid the squawking chickens and the fox.
The worst thought of all was that Alex had been trying to help her.
Then again, maybe he thought she was trying to encourage Rob.
Then he added, "If it is in code, we're the wrong crowd for trying to break it."
Then he added, You might have better luck learning who's been trying to buy the worthless mine and who at Bird Song swiped the itsy-bitsy bone you found.
Then I slipped trying to rub mud on my pants to cover it up.
Then stop trying to get in my head and work harder at getting in my pants.
There was little point in trying to hide it, so Carmen confessed.
There was no point in trying to conceal the truth now.
They continued to watch as the children began tossing small stones at their floating treasure, trying to halt its progress, when the sound of a horn startled them.
They had to be, because mankind had been trying to outsmart Death since the beginning of time.
They said his pulse rate has increased over night, which might mean he is trying to wake up.
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 studied each other, trying to read one another.
They thought they were busting some con artist who was trying to rip off you and the old man and then you show up and damn near kill them!
They were sitting around the fire and trying to keep themselves warm.
They were too busy distrusting one another and, for whatever reason, trying to con the other out of the mine.
They weren't trying to kill us outright.
They're tearing apart our home, trying to find something they think can remove me from my position.
This man's look was considering, as if he were trying to memorize her features in case he needed the information in the future.
This very building was the one Gabriel dived off of in an attempt to keep the terrified human from trying to kill herself.
Trying not to blow him up.
Trying to balance her time between the children, Alex and her guests proved more difficult than she imagined.
Trying to convince himself he was too angry to think straight, Jade shook his head and turned away.
Trying to get back on your good side.
Um, boss, that Darian guy is trying to walk straight into the town.
Unable to sleep, Deidre paced, trying hard to shake the sensations clouding her head.
Using magic in the mortal world was like trying to swim a channel with arms tied.
Wait. How do I know you won't hurt Ash and Brandon this week, when I'm trying to get this thing?
Was he actually chasing her, or was he trying to see if she was hurt?
Was he actually frightened, or was he trying to make her feel better?
Was he trying to buy her back?
Was he trying to humiliate Lori?
Was he trying to say he was interested in marriage?
Was he trying to struggle through this — and would things ever be the same for them?
Was that what he was trying to tell her?
Wasn't this what she was trying to achieve?
We drove home with Betsy trying in vain to calm Molly down, telling her we weren't in any danger.
We located where you were trying to sell it on eBay.
We were a pair of sobbing women trying to console each other.
We're just trying to find out who might be involved in covering up the matter.
We're just trying to keep the people safe for now.
We're still trying to recover from the demon raids last fall.
We're trying to figure out what Darkyn is doing planting a shape-shifter demon on the mortal realm, Rhyn said, referring to the demon lord who wanted both their heads on pikes.
We're trying to figure out which path she took.
We've been trying to help put her through a good school for her advanced degree, so she can start working some place and make decent money.
Well, at least she was spared the embarrassment of telling him she still hadn't figured out what God was trying to tell her.
Well, I am upset, but not because you bought a tester and not because you were trying to hide it from me.
What are you trying to say, Alex?
What are you trying to say... that you don't have any privacy now that you're married?
What are you trying to take west?
What kind of man risked the person he was trying to protect?
What part of her was able to live with not trying to help spare innocent children?
What were you trying to do, little yellow butterfly … fly?
What, are you trying to get me drunk?
When did you start trying to blame the missing money on Byrne?
Whether he was trying to escape or attack Alex was unclear, but Alex reached the door at the same time the man did.
Who are you trying to impress?
Whoever did that—changed our markings out of the mine—do you think they were trying to kill us?
Why are you always trying to humiliate me?
Why were you trying to call him?
With a frown, she wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she wasted seven years trying to make things work with someone who couldn't hold a candle to the man she was meant to be with.
With a knife beside her, she wrapped her arms around her knees and huddled, trying to keep warm.
With his hands free, he unfastened the larger flashlight and pointed it downward, trying to find a path level enough to search further, now absent the security of the totally expended rope.
Without him, Kris felt as if he were alone trying to solve the world.s problems.
Yeah. He said he was trying to catch you to see how bad you were hurt.
Yet she was always trying to conceal that passion.
You can't lie, and I can tell when you're trying to get a rise out of me.
You don't have to trust me, but I really am trying to help you.
You don't suppose Annie is trying to contact us, do you?
You exiled me for trying to protect the mortal realm.
You mean sociopathic, indiscriminate killers who can't sleep a night in their own beds without someone trying to kill them.
You saved me in the forest, and I'm trying to save you now.
You think he dominates her, but here he is trying to give her the means to be independent and what does she do?
You were trying to protect me too— God, why do men think we can't handle anything!
You were trying to push me off the bed.
You won't like trying to earn your way out of here, but I will.
You'll be working yourself ragged trying to get up them mountains, tailing behind 2,000 people.
You're just trying to cheat us.
You're not thinking of trying to change your brother back.
You're trying to make me feel good again.
You're trying to play matchmaker again, aren't you?