The Cohen Loop, Ch 12
He asked carver about walker, and what would become of angie mae.
Arcadia: Examined
carver snarled. kevin saw his hands ball into fists. before carver could strike out at him he slammed carver's face right into his coffee table, smashing the wooden frame right down the middle.
PMD - EOM - Chapter 29
carver said. "anyone have medical skill?" nobody volunteered. "that's bad. in that case, i'll take the head. all three of you go find any berries you can. i mean any, i don't care what."
Twokinds Smut: Clovis' Inferno, Chapter 3. Cold
carver sighed. "right here, though? in the rain? can't we go somewhere else?
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Thirty-fourth Entry
Those who knew carver best, though, would have expected what he did instead.
Dark Skies, Part II: Up to Speed
carver took note of my engineering skills after i helped another engineer fix a broken wall-mouthed plasma cutter that was being used in a hospital, and carver took down my name.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Twenty-Fifth Entry
carver and his party, naturally, were better persuaded through more coarse means.
We wish you a magi christmas
"i took it from carver, who took it off him. and i think given the situation he'd be fine with it being spent to keep him alive." "hell, you should have said this was carver's handiwork.
Assimilated: A Cold Dish
She also stated that for aiding and abetting the crimes of carver, his two staff officers would share his fate. as the two of us displayed the instruments that were used to grow our ranks, the tentacles forced carver into a doggy style position.
PMD - EOM - Chapter 30
carver said once they arrived at the entrance. the opening was right ahead of them.
First Day at My New Furry School
"tristyn falklen carver" he gave in a clear voice. the device played it back to him and asked to confirm, to which he did. "welcome tristyn f. carver" it read for a few seconds before it brought him to the main screen.
PMD - EOM - Chapter 28
"carver, one of the generals. yes?" "tell me, is he lying?" "i'm a dark type. he can't read my..." carver stopped talking when he felt his brain being probed. "he is truthful, mostly.