Firestorm ch 10 - Death and Destruction
There she held her ground, spitting at gray over the top of the chair, while the knitting needle quested at him like a long scorpion's sting. gray stood back a little, holding the chair at arm's length.
Embertooth - Chapter 3: Home
It hurt more than he could possibly imagine, as if someone was tossing his brains with knitting needles. but they weren't words, the lion understood. they were names.
Eye of a Needle
\*\*\* she'd definitely bring her knitting needles with her, jackie decided.
A Thousand Needles
The roach fell back on her knitting needles and yarn so she could use the clothes she'd make as currency. headbands, hats, scarves, gloves, socks, and coats were valuable commodities that wore out quick when you had to use them often.
10 - Reflection
_and for my next trick ... maybe i'll attack a granny who produces knitting needles in order to make a blanket for her grandcolts._ the train moved out toward their next destination, and the others of his team managed to fall asleep in one fashion or another
A Real Stand-Up Guy
It always made topher think of little old grannies with knitting needles, but lashonda loved it.
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 1
He trailed off when he pulled out a group of knitting needles and a large skein of bright orange yarn. "that's the fifth set we've seen," samson said, looking at the yarn with raised eyebrows. "maybe we should call him again." a few other guys nodded.
I, Dacien -- Chapter 22 Part One -- Conclusion
"it's a strange sensation, yes," agreed dellios, absently, as he fished the pliers out of the solution and set them down on the leather to sock's side, and then a short, thin steel rod, like a thin knitting needle, followed by the short gold curved.
Seven Years Later: Chapter 3 The Funeral
It looked like a knitting needle at first, but when she held it aloft it looked too knarly for that. a wand? "you can't understand terrance when he's like this can you?" she said indicating terrence in his full on werewolf form.
Ethical Sadism
Taking a metal knitting needle, she, ever so carefully, tapped it along the top of her plaything’s spine. rebecca’s fists clenched and her back muscles tensed.
Futzler Files #6: Futzlers, Ham, and Heartache
Kelly's mom was sitting in a recliner across from me, a pair of knitting needles sticking out from her carefully curled paws as she met my gaze. "good morning sunshine," the elder lynx cooed.
Wilde Jagd
. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the elderly woman shook her head, withered fingers still working the knitting needles fervently.