ojime

Ojime had no idea why his father beat him, and the fact he was never given the reason made it all the more terrifying.

Ojime kept right on screaming all the way through the transformation.

Ojime gasped but she did not so much as flinch.

The stench made Ojime forget about all the dark rooms he had passed through.

Ojime started erect at the sound of the voice.

I will take possession of it now,' Ojime said.

It happened so quickly that Ojime missed the motion.

His faceted armor was unlike anything Ojime had ever dreamed of.

Ojime uttered the forbidden word as softly as he could.

Ojime's father had thought of himself as righteous.

He had beaten Ojime mercilessly when his 'righteousness' was in full flower.

The reek of foul breath sent Ojime back a pace. '

In the face of his cowardice, Ojime spoke. '

His voice, though a whisper, thundered in Ojime's ears. '

Even being asked questions by him was painful, and Ojime sucked in his breath before he said, 'I am afraid that is impossible.

I see him,' Ojime whispered from just behind Qaylinn. '

But as for High Minister Ojime, he is why I want you here in the capital.

He was a stubborn man, some might say a righteous man, though that term left a bitter taste in Ojime's mouth.

Qaylinn lifted a hand briefly in Ojime's direction. '

Ojime hesitated for just an instant.

Ojime, who had no intention of honoring any promise he made to this witch, laughed out loud. '

From Japan there is a large collection of carved beads called ojime, which were used to fasten the thongs on small bags.

Inside,' the voice commanded harshly, raising Ojime's anger.

An ojime, or bead, is provided on the cords between the inrō and netsuke to hold the boxes together.