Quotes About Brushed

It was snowing when I got off the bus at Flax Hill. Not quite regular snowfall, not exactly a blizzard. This is how it was: The snow came down heavily, settled for about a minute, then the wind moved it - more rolled it, really - onto another target. One minute you were covered in snow, then it sped off sideways, as if a brisk, invisible giant had taken pity and brushed you down.

One of the great joys in life is having ones hair brushed.

He hadn't realized until this moment how powerful a being this was, hadn't known it could wield physical objects against him, although, in a weird way, such a real-world concern took some of the edge off the fear he felt, giving a tangible specificity to the more primal terror he'd experienced until now. Something brushed past him, something hairy, and in an instant that primal fear was back.

arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face.

Her fingers brushed his palm as she took the piece of metal, warm from his touch, and something surprisingly like a burst of want ferreted up her spine.

Ben rubbed his muzzle over Kyle's shoulder in a way that I think was supposed to be reassuring. Kyle sucked in a breath. Either it hurt, or the reminder that the werewolf was big enough to rub his shoulder without much effort wasn't exactly reassuring. "Ben, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?" asked Kyle. Or else Ben's breath was really bad.

Thin gentleman, tidy little beard?" He brushed his chin with his fingers. The

The groom, Toombo, had brushed Pegasus's coat to a lacquer and now boosted me into the saddle. At two, Pegasus was massive already—a notch more than seventeen hands. I was tall, too—nearly six foot now—but I felt like a leaf in the saddle. In