Spirit Bound: Chapter Ninety-Four
"sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie." poppy luke growled, "shut your pie hole, pup. i told you to behave and stay out of trouble. i'm guessing o'donovan threatened geoff?" irwyn jumped guiltily.
I Won’t Call Home, Mother – I’m Dead. (Part V of "Cry me a Murder")
Here i found the cell-phone in the rye-field, thirty feet from where we discovered phelps' corpse. _pick it up and you'll smear any fingerprints_.
Night Legends
Anyways, i told him about my problem with the foxes over a bottle of rye. and don't let your parents tell you all them injuns are boozehounds or liquor crazed either. most of 'em are better behaved then a white man, let me tell you.
Anderswelt
The way he moved reminded bernard of a field of rye in the evening sun, a mix of flowing gold with the occasional amber stand. "welcome my friends, and welcome new initiates." the wolf mentioned towards bernard and the other furs on the stage.
Chapter 11- rundown on personas
.** **"hey, ottie...what was it that you, rye, elizabeth, and igor talked about in the velvet room? it barely seemed like you were in there: probably for, like, a minute or something."
Goddess (Chapter 2)
He'd finished his lunch (thursdays, ham and turkey on rye) and returned to his desk from the break room when a _bellhop,_ of all things, ran up to the information desk. "i'm looking for a mister..." the squirrel squinted at the envelope he held.
Deep Gaze
He smelled like rye whiskey and roses. it was wonderful, earthy and sweet. he felt the magician’s touch rub his gelled hair to a mess, but he turned when he heard daryl panting. his friend was getting harrier. furrier.
Belonging Chapter 16
He was nice to everyone, even rye," river said. "that's what doesn't make sense to me. maybe whoever killed aether wasn't a kyan," i suggested.
Just A Sketch
I had my pen and ink out trying to keep to myself and unwind with some writing and some rye. being there for several years now, i drew out the map and he went on his way. i know not what nor why he needed to go there." mr.
Heroes Beneath Us: Chapter 1
He hummed an old johnny cash tune to himself as he spread mayonnaise over the two slices of rye bread. the day was like any other, he would be leaving for work in a little over an hour. he enjoyed his job at his father's car dealership.
Awakened spirit - chapter 1
Her vision focused along the tips of the tall rye field and determined where she would go. she tried to stop herself.
Vengeance of The Club de Sade
"rye ur gu mailrin me?" he mumbled. the dalmatian tilted his head in that confused doggy way. lone had to admit, it was really cute. "sorry, didn't catch that." the lupine snarled. he worked his jaw for a few more seconds, then tried again.