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Usage examples of hooks.

This moment carried its own suspense, and Feyd-Rautha dragged it out with the sure hand of a showman, nodding to his handlers and distracters, checking their equipment with a measuring stare--gyves in place with their prickles sharp and glistening, the barbs and hooks waving with their blue streamers.

When she finished sponging up the last of the spilled onion dip, Hooks pulled her into the bedroom and threw her onto the unmade bed where he raped her, Basumo's sexual technique bearing the same relationship to making love that the Blitzkrieg did to backgammon.

The car entered a fenced-off marina and Hooks saw a large white boat moored solid to a pier.

Massello, helping Hooks to his feet and sitting him in a stuffed velvet chair pnd personally pouring him a glass of thick, sweet yellow Strega.

They followed every instruction Hooks gave them, from bringing in booze and food and a young girl, except one request.

He introduced the heavy one as Willis Hooks, his partner as Roy McLaren.

Eddie Hooks backed up and stared for a moment, frustration welling up inside of him like sour bile.

When Cruz brought the recruits back into the gym half an hour later, Eddie Hooks was unconscious.

This was the true instant of the testing: if he had planted the hooks correctly at the leading edge of a ring segment, opening the segment, the worm would not roll down and crush him.

Paul studied the open desert, questing in his prescient memory, probing the mysterious allusions to thumpers and maker hooks in the Fremkit manual that had come with their escape pack.

Now, Paul saw the contents of the mound exposed: the pale glistening gray of a stillsuit, a battered literjon, a kerchief with a small book in its center, the bladeless handle of a crysknife, an empty sheath, a folded pack, a paracompass, a distrans, a thumper, a pile of fist-sized metallic hooks, an assortment of what looked like small rocks within a fold of cloth, a clump of bundled feathers .

Feyd-Rautha danced away, leaving a barbed shaft in the slave's right forearm, the hooks completely buried in flesh where the man could not withdraw them without ripping tendons.

He glanced down at the hooks in his left hand, thinking that he had only to shift those hooks down the curve of a maker's immense side to make the creature roll and turn, guiding it where he willed.

Suddenly he understood why Stilgar had warned him once about brash young men who danced and played with these monsters, doing handstands on their backs, removing both hooks and replanting them before the worm could spill them.

Paul saw them come up, using their hooks to climb, but avoiding the sensitive ring edges until they were on top.