arm

It__ true what they say, that words are the true weapons. Those who fight with steel are limited to the strength of their arm, the reach of their blade, and the timing of their strike; but those who fight with persuasion know no limits _ not time, nor status, nor chance.

Never overestimate the strength of the torchbearer's arm, for even the strongest arms grow weary.

Strength to your arm, then.

The 2ams have held my hopes all these years as I calm my nerves down for there would only be three more hours for the world to wake up to my screams and wails of excruciating pain.Probably the drug store would open if I wait for three more hours then.8am and the doc would prescribe me a few medicines over whatsapp.I would make three cups of tea by then. I would quiet my mouth as it would bite on my arm.By twelve I would finally be relieved as the meds would work.But it's only midnight now... wish you another goodnight's sleep....

Between a plan and it__ achievement is a leader in the middle. With his one arm he makes the plan. With the other one he carries them through.

Whenever He answers prayers, God usually prioritizes those by people who, instead of their mouths, have prayed with their hands and/or feet.

God gave us the church to arm us with help and strength

Has Orc shown up here?_ But neither Caine nor Diana answered. Both were staring at Drake, who sauntered toward them, all his cockiness restored, no longer the ragged scarecrow who had wept when he saw the melted stump of his hand lying on the tile floor. __rake,_ Caine said. __e thought you were dead._____ back,_ Drake said. __nd better than ever.__he red tentacle unwrapped itself from around his waist, like a python releasing its victim.__ike it, Diana?_ Drake asked.The arm, that impossible bloodred snake, coiled above Drake__ head, swirled, writhed. And then, so fast that the human eye could barely register the movement, it snapped like a bullwhip.The sound was a loud crack. A mini__onic boom.Diana cried out in pain. Stunned, she stared at the cut in her blouse and the trickle of red from her shoulder.__orry,_ Drake said with no attempt at sincerity. ____ still working on my aim.___rake,_ Caine said and, despite the blood, despite Diana__ wound, he grinned. __elcome back.___ brought some help,_ Drake said. He extended his left hand, and Caine shook it awkwardly with his right. __o. When do we go take down Sam Temple?

Are we taking the Subaru?___o. We__l run.__unning is not part of my plan. Stopping right here is my plan.____ not actually supposed to run,_ I try to say. __he arm and everything._____ sorry about your arm.___eally?__e swoops me up as if I weigh nothing, leans me against his chest, and carries me the way grooms are supposed to carry brides over thresholds. He is cold now, away from the fire. He smells of mushrooms. __re you afraid of heights?__e keeps my good arm against him, and doesn__ even jostle my cast arm. It__ smooth and quick and I don__ have time to ...He sets me down on the rolling ground in a large clearing in the middle of tall pine trees. My breath whooshes out like I__ been holding it.__h, that was amazing,_ I say before I realize it.__ou__e glowing. I thought you hated me.___ do. But flying? I don__ hate flying. I read this book once where____ou read?___eah.___ood. I like philosophy myself. It__ good to have a daughter who reads.__ swallow, shift my weight on my feet. They won__ be able to follow us here; we left no tracks. I can__ believe we flew. __an all pixies fly? Because I was totally unprepared for that. I mean, I didn__ read that.___nly ones with royal blood. You can.

Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems...""Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.