The Treasury of the Sphinx
Her steps sang a hymn to the eye of re. her heart beat the sed-festival drums. even her breath whispered of ptah. she drank in the heady knowledge. it all lived inside of her. she couldn't resist a wide grin. there would be many papers to write.
Down to the River
The desperate words are as much her plea as they are lyrics to a hymn. panting and wheezing now, simply breathing becomes a luxury she can no longer afford. "let's go down, oh-down to the riii-" a pitched scream cuts her off as joints pop.
[A Late-Night] The Tiger’s Odd-at-sea [Short]
Like a heavenly choir above, his survival instincts hymned like an assembly of women in white robes who wore plastic bags and coat hangers as makeshift angel wings. "do not drink the ocean water," they sang to him, "the salt is no good."
There is No Death Above
The song the two characters heard at the end of the story are the last three verses of the aforementioned hymn.
DSOTM: The Dragon's Familiar Part 3
My stomach rumbled as the amazing dishes sang hymns of glory to my nostrils. "no food?" i asked. my senses were a mess.
Crossed Eyes
Rough translation of this italian saying, an hymn to how many different things are in the world. 8) little teacher mode. 9) immodesty, though this means more lack of humilty. 10) but. 11) perfect for ale. 12) i don't know what to say... 13) impasse.
Song of Destruction
This hymn, i offer! these sacrifices unto you, i offer! from your eternal womb return what is mine to me." the din of battle stilled and died as the veil of the sky grew dark, and the waters became like ink. then i began to sing.
The Yearly Offering
The tonalist began a hymn of celebration, one that was joined not only by the lips of all of the elders of the colony but throughout the tunnels and caves as it was echoed.
The Gensville Incident 1
As the organ plays the hymn to start the day, everyone looks to watch as the man himself enters from the back, walking down the aisle, carrying with him the ornate copy of the holy scripture in his hands.
Violating the Divine Law.txt
The necromansers were summoning their arts, strange hymns and lyrics heard, quiet as whispers, merging together with the hymn of the sacrifises, begging soekith to show their souls mercy. none of them wanted to die.
A Muse Released
She was soon under the hot, warm torrent, in suds up to her elbows, humming an old temple hymn as she cleaned up. steam rose and curled, writhing and rising to condense against the cold tiles. the sight of the mist gave her an idea.
The Starling Master
He knows each bird's history: the little triumphs, little wars, the stormy hymns their choir outpours, the dizzy height each fears, and soars, and cries aloud to see, cries out most endlessly.