As we turned towards the gates of Central, a sharp screech rent the air, and a huge, heavy shape came half-running, half-flying out of the side-street to the Passages.
There was a heavy thud, and its tail struck the ground in a shower of blood.
The night beasts were stirring from their heavy slumbers.
The chalder vox shifted towards us, its heavy body knocking pieces of brick from the alley walls, and I had a brief, stunned moment to wonder how it got out of the Passages before its fist came at my face.
She turned back to the bloodrock, contemplating the six heavy bags, and sighed heavily.
It was impossible, his leg was on fire and his head was as heavy as lead.
He tried to get back up, but was pinned by two heavy paws as the wolverine returned.
I navigated the winding highway drive with the heater set to die-from-sauna max and the wiper blades on maniacal passive-aggressive mode to keep the windshield clear of heavy sleet and snow.
Brooke was getting used to swordcraft, the weapons no longer felt so heavy and obtrusive at least.
Her slate-gray winter coat hung open and revealed a floor-length black dress beneath its heavy fabric.
