Tales of the Scarlet Suns 8
Tavia quickly pointed at the upcoming barren wasteland and ambidexa felt a little discouraged, "you didn't lie when you said hellgate waste. look at that place!" irving grunted, "hey! be nice. me and tavia were born here!"
Redra, the First Shaman Squirrel
Aren't you barren?" "i'm no longer barren. the orb fixed that," said redra. "i'm pregnant".
Song of the Summer King: Chapter 2
The other islands lay mostly barren, with sparse game and little shelter. no wonder most exiled gryfons fled the isles completely.
Chapter One
I notice a few squirrels running rampant amongst the barren landscape as they gather acorns in preparation for winter.
Another Chance: Chapter 2
He took a short walk through the barren airport to the front doors. the outside world beyond his limbo airport seemed peaceful. he could hear birds outside which would have normally been scared off by planes and traffic.
Cosmic Stars - Chapter Thirteen
We've spent thousands of years trying to preserve it._ "this planet will become barren at this rate," commander cassander continued. she dragged a chair from across the room to sit with the martens.
Meet your new trainer PT 4
Mary replied, "i came for a good time and i am barren. he smells like two dozen females and i want to see how good he is." "he is not, he is hard and fast that are the only good features about him.
The Demon and the Hellhound
He snorted, bearing her back, his body moving without his mind actively thinking about it, pinning her on her back in the barren, bare grass, hard ground pressing up against them.
Chapter 2: War, Awakening, Entering the Abyss.
It was barren; mountains hung off in the distance, lava flowed like rivers, alongside what appeared to be rivers of pure darkness.
THE HUNT: Day Six
A very much barren part of the mountain if ever i saw one. a flat length of terrain, very similar to the field i was first dumped into but much rougher and eclipsed by clouds that almost seem to be within reach.
From the maze to now
No one remembers my culture, no one can read what i wrote, no one can understand our art and our souls barren in it. even our deathless gods are shadows, living only as whispers within the olympians.
I've Lost Count of the Homes That I Have Lost
On futile search my substance to exhaust, in barren soil to sow my crop of doubt. i am no longer young. my years have worn onto the age i ought to put down root, or else accept my roots are all stillborn and never may my life look to bear fruit.