No Sloe Gin Tonight
The vole. the meadow mouse. the artist. the writer, and the photographer. the rural soul. her mate. his fire burned her like a favorite song. he moved like smoke in her eyes.
The Murdered Sun
But the weight of such a job was taking its toll on the vole ... "i'm, uh ... i'm done with lunch. i ... just gotta clean up." a sigh. "this ... such a mess," he said, words blurring. "can you leave it a mess? just for now?"
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 8
"i agree with the vole here." "i'm not leavin' 'til log-a-log is dead," said benrath. "we..._i_ can't let him live any longer. i can't run away knowin' he's out there ruinin' everybeast else's lives." "good!
Belonging Chapter 4
_squirrels, rabbits, deer and a vole._ _ _ after identifying what prey had passed through the area, i looked back around at my fellow tribe members.
Winter is a Killer - The Case of the Missing Blade
These urchins were a wide mix, from hares like me to voles, weasels, cats and dogs. most of the latter were mixed breed mongrels, outcasts and bastard children of middle level males who paid for sex, or raped for it.
Kevin Stair and Dr. Humble: A Serial Romance Part 5
A new doctor approached him, an elderly vole this time. "i'm dr. root, the head psychiatrist here." "george tangle. i remember you doctor.
Hero, Chapter 16 - The Beginning
This time he returned in under a minute with two voles hanging from his teeth. he set them next to the groundhog. the cat, without a word to reya or jack, started to dig a hole in the dirt away from the cave. "what's that for?"
Late-Night Calls
The vole stood, holding out his paw. "i'm well-used to your bein' rabbity. and, believe me, we'll have no problem making love. i don't think i'll have any trouble holding you warm and dear."
Apostasy
He owed the vole nothing but the rent every month. this wasn't home where he had to pitch in for compound upkeep. that thought turned tommy's mood sour in an instant. the compound.
Belonging Chapter 20
Their two dead voles slowly began to blacken and roast inside the fire. the voles didn't look too filling to me, but the snow never allowed any easy kills. sometimes, i wished that there wasn't always snow in our woods.
Pheromones and Dragon Scales Chapter Seven: That's Why you don't Fuck with the Cobb Family
An eastern dragon with salty white scales followed the little vole, bending over to keep his hold on her paw.
Your Appetite, Darling
A heavy sigh, the vole letting out a deep breath, padding (in his bare foot-paws) closer to the sink, delicately washing the spoon under the silvery spout (with water and berry-scented dish-soap).