Spurring on

Usage examples of prodding.

Within moments they had established through careful prodding and tests with the end of a sharp probe that the numb area now ended at mid-thigh and mid-shoulder.

It waved more probes over her, prodding in two or three sensitive places.

Then he sighed, prodding the device with a finger, then waving his hand to dismiss it all.

In the other, he had a stick and was prodding a billet to a better position in the fire.

Then, after kicking his hind legs high behind him and prodding the ground with his forelegs, the distraught animal tore around the enclosure like an unbroken yearling, wheeling and rearing as if Thread or some other unthinkable terror were engulfing him.

She gave the men a withering smile and then, grabbing the old woman by the arm and prodding the other with the wherry carcass in her hand, she propelled them all into the cot.

They'll know - from me-' he declared, prodding his chest, "what dragonriders are meant to do.

It was hard sometimes, Robinton knew - he forced himself to the task - to ask others about the welfare of their children: like prodding a sore spot to be sure it was still tender.

He picked up a stout barkless branch and jabbed the earth of the trench Mnementh had made, prodding for the cavities that meant Thread infestations.

Borel, his oldest uncle, had all his kids prodding the bawling creatures, who bucked and kicked against the sticks instead of moving forward until the two drovers began to flick weighted lashes at the knobby rumps.

Nevertheless he proceeded down the long strand to the river’s mouth, struggling up dunes and treading carefully through the salt grasses, prodding ahead of his feet with his snake-stick, Stupid a pace behind him, Farli swooping up and back, flitting away and returning.

He wondered if they were as uncomfortable as he felt, perched on sacks with hard things prodding into his legs.

She was beginning to understand that Baenre was not simply teasing her, but was congratulating her as well, and prodding her on to greater glories.

She and Guen had done a fine job in prodding them on their way, had sent them running in the opposite direction down the corridor, but they likely had already turned about.

Entreri cried to her, but she needed no prodding and put the first and second arrows away before the assassin even finished the command.