Fang Struck
I said, sliding into the back seat, "as you wish..." came that slav-sounding voice. a fearful shiver ran down my spine as i road with him. i couldn't be happier when we reached china town.
The Seeker, Chapter 6
"ting nuding ob it, slav. wiss." she said, "id us an undwerstabanble weackton". the poor overseer just stared at her, his eyes rolling in fear; i could tell he hadn't understood a word she'd said. "um, mistress? hiss, hiss, hiss!"
Blood on the Sand
The fact that he'd been able to fire it from a standing position for even a few seconds was a tribute to the tall slav's enormous strength. no human being could've used that weapon one-handed.
Book One: Die For My Sin *DEPRECIATED*
"that iz slav collair," he narrowed his eyes at zach. "you own heem?" conversation around us dwindled to silence. i kept on eating, like i didn't understand, but it was an old defense.
The Gale
Kris saw a dane, two or three norwegians, a finn or two, several brits, and a slav, in addition to the numerous native swedes that slunk along the darkened walls of the club.
Lone Tiger: Revised Ending
Then again, we wouldn't have many slavs around, either. like me. and mom and dad. and aleksandra. know what... fuck hitler. even if aleksandra never talks to me again--seriously, fuck hitler.