fane

I stood with my back to the light and made Fane move to face it.

They looked north and south but found no trace of the fane.

"Could be any of them," Fane said without looking up.

Lord Fane used to speak of her as a very good woman.

Fane only survived her by two years and died in 1870.

What surprised me most was that Fane had his gun out.

In the last two days there'd been three more signals from Fane.

He waved Fane over, and asked her to read it to him.

"Maybe you two should go in for a career change," Fane suggested.

Max Fane was giving every available moment to the hunt.

"Then let us fare south in search of the fane."

That took Conan's mind back to the fane from out of time, but only for a moment.

And the idea of sitting near Fane made her skin crawl.

Fane powered up the gear she'd brought and went to work.

Fane called out to the lead soldier, stepping past Trip.

Fane had already got the news, that was all.

Fane must have held out until only minutes ago.

Fane punched in the code again, and this door opened as well.

Fane stood on the other side of the entrance, next to the access panel.

"Some citizens are already doing that after dark," Fane remarked.

Marshal Fane bowed slightly and went off to one side.

He went to the fane and began his address.

Miss Fane was kind enough to take me in.

"There is a fane, less than half the night's travel from here.

Only half of what she said got through to me: I was thinking about Fane.