Twixt heaven and hell...

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Slowly, her head began to clear. She was about to ask him what had happened when he pulled her forward, toward the near end of the bridge. It was, in itself, a frightening artifact, for the bones were certainly human.
His eyes never left his friend's instrument as he waited nervously for catastrophe to strike. Jon-Tom modified an old Dionne Warwick stan- dard and started off with a lilting twixt heaven and hell... little ditty newly titled Do You Know the Way to Quasequa?
The men had crossbows. Silver-tipped, kneblasch-soaked bolts zipped in the dark, most of them uselessly razor-honed machetes flashed in starlight, but the arms which wielded them contained neither strength nor hope ironwood stakes sharpened to needle points were grasped in slippery, trembling fists.
If it's a couple hundred feet across, were real close if it's a couple hell... hundred miles, were still a long way away. Qual nodded, then asked, And there is nothing to distinguish between those cases?
Its unique ring filled the still afternoon air. He felt nothing, no sense of danger, but Pasha's Han obviously felt something that frightened her. Pasha let out a little shriek.
Laurie said to Jimmy, 'Well, twixt heaven i'd better take you in tow, youngster. Someone should teach you a thing or two about quality folk.' Gardan came over to them.
The crowd went into a terrible fright, screaming in fear that Lord Rahl was using magic against them. It was a frightening, sickening sight, seeing the girl and the man flailing as crackling flames raced twixt up their clothes, the sizzling fire catching as if they had been dunked in pitch, as if the fire were a thing alive.
he said bluntly. Brynden Tully had never been a man to twixt heaven blunt the edge of his words. A night ascent, with the moon not even full? Even Lysa should know that's an invitation to a broken neck.
While the chickens were roasting, Pol-rummaged through the canisters and bins in twixt heaven and hell... the n. She found flour and a number of other staples, and She rolled up her sleeves heaven and hell... in a businesslike way, mixed up a targe batch of dough, and began to knead it on a twixt heaven and well-scrubbed cutting board near the fire.
The Keep guard still clutched his rifle. He had been beheaded, presumably by the bloody sword hanging by its lanyard from the hand of the other dead man, who lay against the railings of the underground bridge, his tunic blown almost right off by the grenade explosion that had killed him.
Her eyes glittered with inhuman fire. She held in one hand the staff of the sun, and hell... a rod filled with sunlight too bright to look at. When it snapped downward, it sent a twixt heaven and thunderbolt flying toward the mountaintop city.
Cheers! Many and multiform are the dim horrors of twixt heaven and Earth, infesting her ways from the prime. They sleep beneath the unturned stone they rise with the tree from its root they move beneath the sea and in subterranean places they dwell in the inmost twixt adyta they emerge betimes from the shutten sepulchre of haughty bronze and the low grave that is sealed with clay.
Truly there was much power here, for those who could make use of it. He stared intently into the milling herd twixt heaven and hell... as two men rode in behind them, shouting and hooting and cracking their whips, but he could not determine which among them was the leader.
The thought horrified him. No. Breathe, she told him. He remembered Kahlan, his need to help her, and let out the sweet breath, emptying his lungs of the rapture.
The assassin was standing over him, one boot firm on William s chest, his scimitar poised to deliver the killing blow. In the split second between the recognition of his plight and the thought that he must somehow act grab the assassin s boot and knock him off balance and the knowledge that he would be too slow to do it, William saw the assassin freeze for an instant, then fall away.
But that day-let Sanctuary look to its walls. Well, Harran said, one thing only. What about Tyr? She's in hell. No one can go there anymore, from what I hear.