The three cousins walked through a tunnel low enough that their head leaves brushed and bent on the ceiling.
BCS 115: The Adventure of the Pyramid of Bacconyus
Issue #134, November 14, 2013
Jenkins tipped his hat to her prediction, sending up a brief sketch of a prayer himself—perhaps useful, perhaps not, depending on who might be listening—that the next few days wouldn't disprove it.
Tomai took his wife’s fragile hand in his own. He felt like if he held it even as if it were a child’s, the bones would snap like pine dowels.
As Constant Sterry slipped exhausted from his saddle, the last he saw was that same figure approaching, outstretched hands sheathed in thin black gloves with lacework as fine as any to be found.
"Then leave this place forever!" Maugreth cried. "Forget this goblin in his caves. Leave the monsters to their own."
The target was thrashing hard enough that the smooth handles of the garrote were biting into Otranto's palms.
Ethan looked at the sepia photograph again. A man? No, it was anything but.
The trick’s to stay away so long no one remembers the hurt from how you left.
The flickers of firelight skipped over the ground and tickled Adda's feet, even through her heavy boots.