amaryllis
amaryllises

The first issue is whether the name should be Amaryllis.

Amaryllis gave a small start at the sound of his voice.

He started toward the car with Amaryllis in his arms.

She would walk, not run, to the door, Amaryllis told herself.

He crossed the room and came to stand behind Amaryllis.

Amaryllis looked at him as he hung up the phone.

Amaryllis sounded as if she had not heard a word he'd said.

Amaryllis realized that she was not quite so ready to believe everything he said.

Lucas could feel Amaryllis in every part of himself, mind and body.

"My friend Amaryllis here has a small job for you, if you're interested."

But there are other ways to get past a wall, Amaryllis realized.

Amaryllis speaks two words and is then cut off by music.

Amaryllis glared at him as she got to her feet.

There was a pause and then Amaryllis came on the line.

With any luck, that was all he and Amaryllis would need.

Amaryllis stepped into the hall and turned to face him.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," Amaryllis said simply.

Amaryllis turned without a word and strode to the door.

The phone rang just as Amaryllis turned to lead the way toward the door.

Amaryllis went behind the desk and put her arms around the older woman.

Byron had already left the office for the day, and Amaryllis was almost out the door.

This time Amaryllis was the one who had lost control of the link.

The fact that this amaryllis still has green leaves may mean the rest period never took place.

He had picked up Amaryllis less than twenty minutes ago.

Amaryllis listened as he went down the hall to answer the door.