Apologia III
I think i spent most of art class trying to get sally jervis to like me; my pottery was more successful than my flirting. sitting in the oval rooms of the l'orangerie, surrounded by monet's water lillies, something finally clicked.
Kioga: Diaplomacy 1 - A Celebrity in His City
Lugo attempted to glare at evan, but the stone-dead face was dry as pottery in death valley. lugo failed to maintain his giggle. kioga threw a shotgun burst of peanuts at evan. "fuck you, man!"
The badger and the viscount
It woke occasionally to drink from a pottery dish of water the guards filled and twice it squatted over the smelly hole in the floor.
Danceroom Balling
Bringing the books home wasn't going to do any good, not unless he could pull his mom away from her pottery classes long enough to practice with him. "everything okay, sir?"
A Hunting We Will Go!, Chapter 5
And not just cups and saucers, there are all sorts of other pottery. vases, plates, bottles, and lots more."
The Ring
The bell was really just some chunks of broken pottery being shaken around in a bucket with too many holes to be of any other use. glade went to the front and she could hear him speaking to someone.
Non-Traditional Clothing (1/3)
"it's been a week since we stumbled on those pottery fragments and the ancient irrigation equipment and we haven't found anything else in that area. i'm starting to wonder if we accidently found some sort of ancient tool shed or something."
The Lost Temple
With a quick motion, she tugged her camera out from her pocket, and began snapping off pictures and recordings as fast as she could take them, moving in and out of the outlying structures and documenting everything she could, examining pottery, walls, art
The Expedition
Remnants of tables, chairs, and pottery lined the floor. but there was nothing to help them escape. "what are we going to do, rex?"
Kioga 4: A Felicitous End
In his funny mind, he saw putting a few more coats of "clay" over it and letting it harden into a fecal pottery loincloth.
Rite of "Passages"
. ----------------------- hours later, kilara yawned and stretched, waking up slowly to the sound of her mother's pottery wheel spinning and her mother humming softly, the slick sound of wet clay echoing faintly in the cavern.
Rite of "Passages" -unfinished-
. ----------------------- hours later, kilara yawned and stretched, waking up slowly to the sound of her mother's pottery wheel spinning and her mother humming softly, the slick sound of wet clay echoing faintly in the cavern.