Now he boldly and lightly made plans for an extended future, said he could not sacrifice his own happiness to his father's caprice, and spoke of how he would either make his father consent to this marriage and love her, or would do without his consent; then he marveled at the feeling that had mastered him as at something strange, apart from and independent of himself.
He felt her deep confusion of the world around her and marveled again at how selfless she still managed to be.
He stood and marveled at himself, thrilled by the power running through him.
She marveled over the clothing and jewelry before changing.
She marveled at the immortal world.
She marveled at the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes.
She marveled again at Lankha's healing skill.
All the learned men marveled at her intelligence and gaiety.
He marveled at Westlake's lack of concern, but as a first time visitor to the heart of nature's fury it was still a white-knuckle trip as lightning flashes and near-simultaneous thunderclaps erupted in every direction.
He squeezed her with his thick arms, and again she marveled at how he managed to be gentle with her when he was so strong.