What is "kharkov"

Usage examples of "kharkov".

Urik von Kharkov, and for a fleeting, exultant moment, he thought he had at long last gained his freedom.

Von Kharkov lurched into a stumbling run, forcing those grisly scenes in distant Karg into the background, demanding that his eyes, normally far keener than those of most of his other doomed brethren, focus instead on the world that surrounded him here, the dark and narrow streets of Neblus.

Von Kharkov could only lurch on as the forlorn shadows of the graveyard slid past, the tendrils of fog that drifted among the stones a tantalizing reminder of his still-distant goal.

Ahead, a shrouded wood seemed to half emerge from the Mists themselves, and Von Kharkov wished desperately he dared assume the form of the Beast.

Beast, if it were allowed to emerge into reality, would know nothing of Von Kharkov or his wishes.

Like someone who has just emerged from years in a dungeon into the open air, Von Kharkov was euphoric with the simple pleasure of freedom, of looking at what he wanted to look at, of touching what he wanted to touch, of not having to constantly fight to cloak his true thoughts, his true intentions from what he had come to see as a hated part of himself.

Von Kharkov had heard a thousand times welling up from his own throat as the change had begun and his consciousness faded.

Desperately, Von Kharkov struggled to rein the Beast in, but it paid no more attention to his efforts than it would to a light spring breeze.

For a long moment he scowled at Von Kharkov, then darted quick glances at the jungle around them.

Von Kharkov was lost, adrift in the vast sea of new and contradictory memories.

Von Kharkov shell but in the nameless jungle beast he had originally been.

Morphayus meshed with the Hunger that pulsed through the Beast, a Hunger that, he was now positive, had not been a part of his original jungle self but something the wizard had stirred into the mixture when the Von Kharkov shell had been created.

In time, even, perhaps the Von Kharkov shell itself would fade back into nonexistence, now that its creator was gone.

No power with any pretenses of goodness or justice could ever have brought an innocent like Malika here only to be pointlessly and cruelly slaughtered as part of its obscure plan for Von Kharkov and Morphayus.

He turns the conversation to the weather, Kharkov and other indifferent matters.