The time would be better spent if you kept working on Kolo's journal.

Richard decided he better not explain who Kolo was or she might remember and be upset.

He spent next four years focusing on his high school education and performing with Kolo.

Because Kolo was frightened, he wrote at greater length than usual.

Inside the control box, Kolo was swatting at the air in front of his face.

She was confident that there were other routes down to Kolo's room.

The journal could be frustrating at times because Kolo never explained what was, to his people, common knowledge.

Instead, he went round the back to the equipment store where Kolo had taken him before the dive.

In 1842 they started publishing their own literary newspaper named Kolo.

Berdine found where Kolo was talking about a red moon.

Richard shut Kolo's journal and tucked it under an arm.

Such adoration would suit the man, as Kolo described him.

Alex followed Kolo outside and down to an equipment store underneath the house.

It seemed that Kolo wanted him to go in ahead of him.

Kolo said how the change came, how their skin began to scale over.

The beats are usually fast and often accompanied by kolo, a dance.

There was nothing in the room, other than the table, chair, and Kolo, except for a dusty set of shelves.

"I think this sliph thing Kolo keeps talking about lives in that well."

Richard doubted Kolo ever intended anyone to read the journals.

The one Kolo said they sent to deal with the chimes?"

Richard stared off, thinking about the prophecy, and the things he had read in Kolo's journal.

The middle brother, Kolo, worries about those expectations too.

Kolo had been cautiously interested in proof, but remained dubious.

He was bobbing in the water, face to face with Kolo.

Kolo slapped his face a second time, then the back of his neck.