Just then, watching his lines, he saw one of the projecting green sticks dip sharply.

She held up one of the green sticks.

Now she scrambled up beside me and made me close my fist around the green stick.

Centaine heard the bones part with a sound like breaking green sticks.

She twisted her fingers together, a puzzle of green sticks.

A green stick with legs was dragging a large spider off to be devoured.

I wrenched at her bones like a man trying to break green sticks.

She spitted the chicken and roasted it on a green stick of wood over her fire.

There, her father waited, sitting beside the vault door, a long green stick held in both hands across his knees.