I looked with a beating heart at the old lady.

Her body turns into stone with a black beating heart in the chest.

All the world was still and silent, the only sound his beating heart.

When her hand pulled back, it held a beating heart.

I would put it right over her beating heart and listen.

He raised the beating heart high, showing it to everyone.

One problem was simply holding a part of the beating heart still to work on it.

When she asked a question, their beating hearts gave in.

He could feel her inside himself like his own beating heart.

A chance to get close to the beating heart of evil.