What is "gruntle"

Usage examples of "gruntle".

Gruntle judged the crater to be forty paces across and four or five arm-lengths in depth.

Bauchelain had triggered unease in the captain, then this manhis broad, round face, his eyes buried in puffed flesh and wide full-lipped mouth set slightly downturned at the corners, a face both childlike and ineffably monstroussent ripples of fear through Gruntle.

Gruntle, Itkovian watched the two Grey Sword outriders canter towards the Shield Anvil and Destriant.

Gruntle could follow the course of the conversation by the shifting postures of the two men.

Capustan were sacred sites, their summits displaying the inverted tree trunks that were the Barghast custom of anchoring spiritsor so Hetan explained as she walked alongside Gruntle, who was leading his horse by the reins.

Like many of his fellow guards, Gruntle had assumed that Buke would turn to the bottle with serious intent after that.

Gruntle said, sighing, 'that meeting will last the rest of the night, and come the morning our master will be the only one among us privileged to catch up on his sleepin the comfy confines of his carriage.

Riding side by side at a gentle canter, Gruntle and Itkovian reached the causeway and approached the platform.

Gruntle approached Anaster, who was guiding his horse through the decrepit camp of Tenescowri.

Another necropolis lay just ahead, evincing the Daru style of crypts and urns that Gruntle knew well from Darujhistan, and Stonny angled their route slightly to its left, taking the narrow, uneven passageway between the necropolis's low-walled grounds and the outer edge of the Tura'l Concourse.

As for Gruntle, well, I think he's just shaken himself awakeand that masked priest of Trake's ain't happy about itbut no-one else gives a damn, because sometimes a smile is precisely what we all need.

As for Gruntle, well, I think he's just shaken himself awake - and that masked priest of Trake's ain't happy about it - but no-one else gives a damn, because sometimes a smile is precisely what we all need.

Peter said, looking dis gruntled as he floated over, an eerie-looking maneuver since his feet were invisible under the swathing of towel that he was trying to keep out of the puddles around the pool.

The High Fist had heard the news - Gruntle could see it in his slumped shoulders, the way he repeatedly drew his lone hand down the length of his aged face, the spirit of the man so plainly, unutterably broken.

Gruntle lowered his swords, leaned his head back against the dusty stone facing, and closed his eyes.