on PMBs) that “Moving such a [money] motion does not necessarily indicate government support for a [PMB]”. But the words ‘does not necessarily’ are doinga lotof heavy lifting there, not least because PMBs almost invariably provide
Outside the shell, the warriors could hear the rage of the vile creatures as they clawed and scratched and bit into the shields to no avail. And in their rage, the creatures turned on each other, each desperate to kill something, anything. Only the burrowing things could get under the do...
Even as a kitten, he sent a large mean tabby cat from next door flying when that feline threatened his buddy Squirt, a very old calico that had been declawed and was thus defenseless. To that same old calico he was unendingly patient and kind, never threatened her, never snarled or hi...
It was as though a brutal hawk had soared down and clawed away Joel's eyelids, forcing him to gape at her throat. Zoo. Maybe she was like him, and the world had a grudge against her, too. But christamighty he didn't want to end up with a scar like that. Except what chance have...
etc...she would be a spandermat type for armenians and i suppose we could find connections to vishap legends as well , as opposed to a domesticated hera or "de-toothed"/"declawed" variant of Anahid who only gets to play the role of the corralled mother in many interpretations or a ...
And Persephone clawed her way out of Demeter’s shadow to reach it. Now she’s lead in Calliope’s Cirque production but not without great cost, and there is not enough money in the world to pay off the debt accrued for the simple mistake of trusting Zeus. Though it’s easier to igno...
The bellows for the pipes was a ballooned mammal-skin bag on the floor, massaged by her large clawed feet; her small front claws tickled melodies on the chanter. Leathered intestines connected all the parts, snaking along her feathers from the bag up to her massive jaw. The little eyes ...
Why am I so sweaty? Can you see my heart pounding through my shirt? Because it feels like I’m having some kind of heart attack and maybe I peed my pants a little? Also my throat is sore but I still can’t stop myself – the words just. keep. coming. out. ...
Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace. Yet these, who cling to life with stubborn hands, Can grin through storms of death and find a gap In the clawed, cruel tangles of his defence. They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy Of grass-green thickets, to the land where ...
The beast, whatever it was, clawed at the interior of the dome, and then something flapped almost into his face, and he saw the momentary gleam of starlight on a skin like oiled leather. His water-bottle was knocked off his little table with a smash. The sense of some strange bird-...