“SHARD” in italiano

The light exploded, blinding and warm, a wind sweeping past them, as if gathering every shard of itself out of the room.

The shard around the man’s neck burned red.

At that moment, a shard of metal jutted out from near the man’s collarbone.

The man’s bangs swayed and Sam could see everything in minute detail, from his fine movements and ensuing flying specks of mud to the chain from which the metal shard hung as it broke and flew away from the man’s neck.

“Death,” Rhys whispered, hands trembling again as he got to his feet and aimed toward the window, which was now repairing itself shard by shard, as if a careful, patient hand worked upon it.

They were perfect images of him, but he could not give them his power, and though he used the smallest element of his being to make their souls, even this shard of his essence was too much for one body, so the portion of his soul he intended to animate them he split, and made one to be female, and the other to be male.

He brought the glass shard close to her face.

It clipped the eyrie rim as it plunged towards the storm-dark below, chipping a shard the size of a house from its outer disc and cracking it to the core.

His hesitation, his care, melted some ice-cold shard within her.