I reached beneath the visible world for the buzz of magic and pushed at the air, hard but carefully.
I tripped over the kerb and fell, knees striking the hard ground again.
It was so hard to breathe, I had to sit and put my head between my legs for a good five minutes.
She never spoke about how hard it must have been to accept that.
They should travel the world after working so hard for Braxton.
Central preferred reports to be handwritten, firstly because handwriting was hard to fake, and secondly due to the frequency of technological meltdowns inevitable in a place which had so much contact with magic.
But there was a new tightness in my chest, and it was hard to suppress a shiver.
My hands scrabbled at the door, but Saki twisted my arm behind my back so hard, and so unexpectedly, I yelped aloud.
The woman must have smacked her skull hard when she fell, to cause it to bleed like that.
I came down on my knees, hard, and clenched my teeth to stop myself making a sound.