Then the boy on the table stirred and moaned.

He was sitting on a rock, looking back toward the northeast at the pyramid town, when he heard the boy moan, and stood.

He touched the place; the boy moaned and tossed his head.

The boy moaned and tried to turn his head away, but Morgan was relentless.

Hammered by the effects of a backlash he did not understand, the boy moaned.

The boy was moaning, his lower lip loose and trembling as if in nausea.

The boy was moaning deep in his throat, a small, caged sound.

She should have But now the boy turned over, and moaned in his throat, as if waking.

When he reached out to touch his bandaged hands, the boy moaned in his sleep.

The boy moaned and sagged in the grip of the other men.