Silken Clasp
She was heiress to deepnest, would-be queen of the weavers; she should have known better! but the predators lurking in hallownest's darkest corner could be insidious--wicked.
Second Nature
She wasn't a weaver herself. she had only unlocked an innate magical talent after joining the paladins. but the prejudice and fear surrounding magic users were well-known and according to many, justified.
Loyal Dogs: Chapter 3
"you're a weaver?" the door swung open soundlessly. gaius turned to him with a sly smile. "does that bother you?" "no, but you don't have a collar. aren't weavers supposed to be registered?" auriel stepped past him into the passage.
Teacher's Pet-Part four
"well mr weaver."
Gleam of Silver Flash of Gold Chapter 2
The weaver went and violated the natural order by separating the universe into a world of matter and spirit, each screaming to embrace the other.
Normae: Nation Profile
One in fifty people are: miners/quarrymen, fishermen, loggers, mages, weavers/spinners, scribes/accountants.
Desert Waters
I'm from dream weavers." "ah, a weaver! well, glad to have some fresh blood around here. oh! give my regards to copano when you see him." he waved a mug around loosely. "that tea he gave me has been a great help with my nighttime aches."
To Train a Thief
"i will make sure she becomes an extraordinary spell weaver." to be continued...
The Routine (A Contest Story)
The other tenants were convinced she was either crazy or discriminating against weavers and ribranne was removed from kennel. he wasn't the mastermind behind it all, but the guilt still ate at him.
It was a year ago November, as near as I remember
Smiling at me, she said, "i am guild master mclennan, of the good honnef weavers guild. i am the youngest master weaver the guild has ever chosen.
Synthetic Life: Chapter I, Genesis
"weaver" "user name 'mary weaver,' please confirm." "um, confirmed" _is this how this thing's going to behave all the time? i was expecting something a bit more..._ "please describe this unit's desired personality type..."
Ferrymen's Voyage
It was slow at first, unnatural to a cloud weavers son; however, as time progressed he slowly filled the basket with this morning's light.