The little bronze shattered its shell with a second decisive blow of its nose.

She seized, not her notebook, but a beautiful little bronze which she used as a paperweight.

Robinton asked when he had caressed his little bronze into a semblance of order.

He took down one of the exquisite little bronzes and handed it to her.

No longer resisting such good fortune, the boy ran to kneel in the sand before the little bronze and stroke his head.

Surprised, she looked up to find the little bronze clinging to her tunic.

The golden lizard screamed at his approach, and the little bronze hissed in warning.

Unfortunately the little bronze could not project the information Robinton most wanted-which dragon, which men!

A panel of like-minded leftists would pass out little bronze.

But it couldn't be, because the little bronze just hung above the dragonet's head, screaming defiantly.