Pack It Away
He would never be able to figure out just what had happened to him, nor what was even the reason for his attack, nor what he had done wrong, nor anything else for that matter.
The Mook Maker, Interlude 9: The Damned
Neither dark one nor his spirits bowed nor engaged in any kind of discernible protocol, they were creatures unbound by the dictate of the mortals.
Teaser: Law and Orders
Few would risk a robotic body if they were forced to obey all organic people for the rest of their lives, nor were organic minds likely to harm their own existence.
FlounderAway: Negativity Waves
Virkoal, shinron, nor, tzico, xenao, and leonar all looked in the direction of where the arrow had landed. at the center of her wing. in response, virkoal gasped in shock and worry.
A taste of Greatness
The memory of immortals is long, but it does not seem to wax nor decline in any way.
Prologue
"i never asked him to help me, nor my brother, nor my family. he did so of his own free will. with him now gone, i have nobody more to repay. my debts are resolved." "elunix, please. how can i change your mind?"
A Dancer's Control
My hand never touches the plates nor the silverware. nor the wineglass which she carefully holds up for me to sip from. nor the hand-towel which she uses to dab my lips.
Once Upon a Nightmare
Not a blade of grass, nor a leaf or branch dared break the sanctified silence that enchanted the place. he was pale, and guant. as otherworldly as the place we met, he was. neither demon nor specter, but more of a shadow.
Fragment Memories
The winds were not heard nor feared by the two young boys who sat in the living room lazily snuggling on the couch. niether the tv nor any of the ligths were on. most likely do to a power outage caused by the winds.
Chimera - Chapter 9
And the next day, he'd forget this night, he wouldn't seek who this stranger was, nor what his name is. he knew nothing about this mouflon, and it was better that way.
Among the Stars
However it wasn't the howling of the wind, nor the rattling of the windows that kept zain from concentrating on his studies, nor any of the myriad other sounds that a strong autumn gale can produce.
The Soloist
Neither love nor lust heed him on his journey, but need. his exhibition will climax but not end.