Essay

1. “Again Cole knew he was lying. He had slept poorly because he had considered making a canoe instead of a totem. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the hatchet and began striking the centre of the log. Again and Again he hooked, until a deep groove circled the log.

It was almost as if the world had become brighter, more alive. She saw the moon glowing through the window behind the armchair, and felt as if she had been jolted awake from a deep sleep. An electric shock- painful, stinging- spread throughout her body, and made the image of Reesa screaming in front of her very vibrant. But Marya could not hear her screams, nor her pleas of mercy from the large, muscular dark figure that held her back from reaching Marya’s hand, from taking comfort in her one and only friend’s reassuring touch. She saw Reesa’s father step out from behind the muscular man, baring a wicked grin, and whispering vengeance into her ear, but she did not hear

- Because it shows that Mrs. Wright knows how to knot a rope its ironic that she uses that term as mrs. Wright used a knot to kill her husband .

Ralph couldn’t speak, his mouth wanted to say something, but no sound came out of him. “Someone laughed excitedly, and a voice shouted, smoke”. (chapter 12 page 216). Ralph, injured and

The hollow and metallic click-click of a lighter, and the sputtering of a small flame. Gregory froze, not allowing himself to make a sound, to move an inch, lest the person with the lighter realize they were hiding behind a bush. An extremely flammable bush.

Seeing someone who could possibly help them is tempting, but once Rayna recognizes the man who abused her, she is triggered by memories and attacks him. Losing breath and the battle, the bad man is about to die when Rayna leaves him on the floor, she understands that she is better than him and will not kill him. Rayna is able to walk away, feeling somewhat healed from the experience and leaving what had happened to her behind.

He turned around, and that was when he saw it. There was no doubt about it. The man, if one could even call it that, was large and bulky, and smelled of ash and blood. Jasper bit the inside of his cheek so hard he could taste something metallic inside his mouth. Without wasting another precious moment, Jasper turned on his heel and took off. He was sure he could hear the stranger’s feet pounding on the damp soil. He knew the man was weighed down by all the fur pelts of the animals he had probably maimed and killed, but Jasper could tell he was close behind from the pure stink of his ripe body odor. His eardrums were filled with the sound of his pumping blood and his own panting breath. He thought he was going to make it, he truly did. His hopes died, however, when he felt something grab at the back of his torn and bloodied clothes. Jasper cried out as he felt blunt fingernails scrape at the back of his neck before grabbing hold of his shirt and yanking him back. He could feel his skin tear as a particularly sharp branch sliced his abdomen clean across. He knew it was a shallow laceration, but his vision still fogged up, his body threatening unconsciousness due to the sheer amount of pain it was in. Jasper fought it, though. His breaths were coming in and out too fast and too short, and he was fully aware that he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His vision was darkening and he felt as though his body was collapsing in

According to Henderson, “Historians of the new imperialism have tended to ignore the parallel histories of empire in nineteenth-century British North America”. He argues that in recent years, an increasing number of corresponding and connective histories have had the desire to locate early Canada as one site of an empire among others. He stresses how republicanism and a responsible government rely almost exclusively on published archival materials that have been used for a very long period (at least in Canada) by those who are interested in the history of the struggle for a responsible government.

A narrow shaft of sunlight radiated through the awning window, the shimmering beam shining directly upon Booker’s upturned face. With a moan, the young officer fought his way back to consciousness, and opening his eyes, he squinted against the brightness of the luminous rays. A bone-shaking shiver immediately ran down the length of his body, and pushing himself to a sitting position, he drew up his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. The temperature in the room had dropped rapidly during the night, but he had remained blissfully unaware due in part to the head injury he had sustained from the force of the ceramic phone smashing into his skull. But the memory of the assault soon returned in vivid color and lifting his hand

It disgusted Keene; the sight of the creatures readying themselves for the slaughter of innocents, and of the crimson blood swirling atop the man's sword. The last of his control snapped when he saw the pile of clothes of the girl on the ground, and he charged.

Feliciano turned around, knocking over the lantern and dropping the shell. It was Lovino who had screamed, and he was currently sprinting across the sand, half hysterical. He slammed into Feliciano, forcibly dragging him away from the water. He kept screaming at the water, though Ludwig had long since

Rayne proceeded ahead, alone in the open field. From his lead he signaled Burton and the rest to stop where they were. With his feathered wings fully extended, Rayne raised his hands. They were wrapped tightly with black gauze from his wrists up to his knuckles. Bolts of plasma erupted from his palms and into the sky. Then, he clinched his fist and thrusted his hands forward, sending a transparent wave of energy into the frontline of werewolves and mages. The shockwave hurled the monsters backwards, disabling a great number of the enemy’s frontline.

Montague opened the door and stepped into the fire light of the Council. He felt nervous and numb. The glares at the boy were damning. And the looks at Montague, defender of the accused, were not much nicer.

The look in Jessie’s eye frightened his father, and he couldn’t stare at the boy, unable to accept the damming looks, he felt Jessie was looking right through him. With no other rational choice, he threw his empty bottle of wine at Jesse, who ducked in time to see the bottle dispersing pieces of flying glass striking Lisa in the face. She screamed, running hysterically around the kitchen as blood ran down her

In an attempt to finish the massive blow the young Wizard and the trolls had created, the men of the Resistance stormed past Montague, who was kept safely with Rayne, tucked between the Angel’s wings along with a weakened Burton.