Gryphon Rider 1 - The Fallen
Jonathan is in the prime of his years, so to speak." hanna thought about the ballads that had taught her most she knew about the gryphons.
Your Apology Is Not Accepted
"thank you, martha. you were fantastic, as always." principal algos beckoned with a curled finger as looked down at zinkari. "alright, missy. you're on."
Charlemagne's Stolen Secret - Part 3
"it's a goddamned aluminum sphere about the size of a baseball, there, are you happy n--" i growled in frustration as my pussy winked in the middle of me trying to speak.
Claude gets Lucky FINAL
"claude, i understand, you're very close to your dad and me, but you and i understand each other, and jim sometimes is blinded by how much like martha you are" grandpa says softly.
An Otter's love and polarbear sadness
Do anything that will get him to speak or to help me sandy!! he told the voice on the phone will do carl, good-bye the voice said as she hung up the phone.
Chapter IV: Feeling a little Grizzly
martha connors coughed softly and samson glanced to her briefly. his features suddenly softened. "but that is a topic for later discussion.
Chapter 7 part A
Once again his friend is tense, and may not have the courage to speak. the coyotetaur orders for trevor, and explains where they're from and heading.
Give a Little P2
'martha penndle, date and cause of death unknown.' tom, without thinking why, took a flower from his own boquet and placed it solemnly upon the plaque. "how about that, mom? still able to give even from beyond this life."
Bearing up to it Part 3
"did he even speak to you when you went in?" angus asks. "he just told me they'd come here because of the otters' roommate being a pain" i say. "and then they went back to their fucking" i tell him.
The Goad, the Bat, and the Unctuous
He wanted to speak, or do anything really, but found that all he was capable of was panting. "i can smell you from here," hunter purred. "i wonder if the taste measures up."
The Adventures of Peter Gray Chapter 19: How I Got Meself in Jail
Laughter erupted from me lips, and i clutched me stomach until i could speak properly. "and how does protesting make me from a lousy street urchin into jack the ripper copper?!"
Changing Faces
She sighed and stood up, beginning to speak as if she were bored of the world.