Dark city later chapters
"cor gov yer lukin fer worc." the goblin grinned, displaying his sharp yellow rat like teeth. "e aint 'omme, but i's cun till ya whare e's gonn." the goblin assured. "where?" jon asked quickly. "cor not aut 'ere gov."
Sometimes you win ...
With a toothy grin creasing the cor- ners of his muzzle, the horse tightened his jaw-muscles a little, taking a firm hold of the cats knot just a he began to deftly twist his tongue around the felines now-trapped shaft.
The Beast called Nightmare Part 1
"doratyl cor to vel" the hissed asked. "con ko vin toa bie" nightmare answered. "come little children, come and play" the voices sang "come little children, come and play, we can have fun tearing you apart limb from limb. "not her again" alex cursed.
He that would fight monsters
If nothing else, cor, we morries know the value of hard work." "and we'd have to ask, wouldn't we?" tindall shook his head. "because they've decided they're independent. this isn't a can of worms, it's the whole damned cannery."
Jahaliya: Port of Cum (novella)
"cor, m'lady," a stoat muttered to tina as she gazed upward. "just this channel would be enough for any visitor to behave themselves at this port."
Home Sweet Home 2
cor blimey guv, would i lie to you. yer 'ave a look absolutely beautiful, right?" brady cut her off, staring at her like a deer in headlights. clearly the predator had him by the heart, throat, and other parts.
To Jest at the Dawn with Death
"and with these rifles, now... cor blimey, haitch, you're right. could raise 'ell, these short little bloody bastards." "what is it about the rifles, anyhow?" "askarech?" i shrugged. "i don't know the name." "usur askarech von eunen.
A Hunting We Will Go!, Chapter 2
; as he looked up a vague figured loomed over him; a lantern with a small candle flickering inside in its hand, and a woman's voice said, "cor
Erika - Shattered Glass
These were standard issue quarters, however stef had added a personal touch by choosing the red wall paint and dã©cor however he also had items mounted on the wall.
Before the Gardens
cor blimey, haitch, but fightin' their bloody riflemen..." "we won't. we'll hit, and run, and escape to do it again. if rescat thinks she's won, i intend to correct that assumption." getting volunteers proved to be easier than i'd feared.
Beyond the Pale
_"an' later on i met 'er ma; a handsome wench on the brothel bench -- wi' th' biggest cock y'ever sa -- an' cor but she were willin'!
Wren
"cor, what a load of fookin' rubbish." "it ain't your bet, shaun." "still rubbish." the clink of chips accompanied each muttered announcement. "ten." "call." "fookin' fold." "call." "see your ten, raise ten." "fold.