The Haunting of Winsfeld Manor
All manner of dust mite and spiderweb made its home in the manor. not a corner was bereft, and each countertop was so thick with dust he could leave his prints for future urban explorers.
The Stingray Queen's Plot
They were little more than eggs, little more than tiny little dust mites that could slip through the shimmer-patches of the energy shield. big things couldn't slide through those refreshing patches, but tiny things... they could.
An Expanded Mastery 3
[i]they are nothing but dust mites compared to me,[/i] the dragon thought, fighting the urge to shake his head as the human tried to scream in the back of his throat.
That Shrinking Feeling
About to incur the judgement of some all-powerful deity, directing the damning, unbridled force of its attention towards a dust mite skittering around at its feet. hard to call that reassuring anymore.
When The Sheep Comes Riding
The sheep's wool was like beating a duster into old books in the corner, only instead of dust mites and allergy ignitions it was pocket puffs of the musk that parker was carrying around, which seemed to please the deer's nose as he whiffed it all up.
A project gone wrong.
He stumbled back a bit, watching as his lover was slowly devoured rather brutally by what appeared to be a massive dust mite. he could hear her calling his name, not in a threatening manner but that of terror and distress. what could he do though?
Curiosity Shrunk The Cat (Story Commission)
Of course, it could be argued that being the same size as a dust mite and being lost inside the mouth of someone who doesn't even know you exist could be considered safe.
Cleaning Comes First
"it traps so much dust ... sand grains. strands of fur. a metal floor wouldn't trap so much. wouldn't harbor dust mites, either." "well, wear shoes." the skunk rolled her eyes. "furs don't wear shoes. they hurt." "exactly.
The Sky's Reflection
Wouldn’t it hurt his own ‘moralising’ of earlier, to go all rampage-of-revenge over these dust mites on the astral wind? to demonstrate how quickly his relentless river could overturn their supposedly stone-still standings?
Fall From Grace, Chapter Twenty Five
There were so many overlapping walls that he felt like a dust mite chewing its ways through an onion. he held the flat of dusksong's blade out into the darkness, trying to gain a sense of direction. they needed to leave. right now.
Taking a chance
The light filtering through the windows in glorious beams, dust mites dancing in the sun as the dog sat and browsed through something light and fun.
Azure Bloodlust - Chapter 5: The Bastard's Murder on the Dance Floor (Part 1)
"you've slain dust mites," masamura said. "i'll fire our maids, post haste." flipping the light switch revealed a small dojo and the crestfallen kage heir. no, masamura thought, crestfallen was too bland a word.