People think I should be here for two months to get used to the clay.

One or another may turn out to have feet of clay.

Now let's take a look at how the clay is made.

But no way was he going to let Clay question her alone.

She did not want Clay to fall down on his first big case.

The face was still dark, but Clay knew the voice, even after so many years.

Finally, when summer was all but over, Clay tried again.

Although more than likely Clay had never thought of it as great.

Clay had no idea what response he wanted from her.

Clay made a move to get out of bed, to come to attention.

Then I put my clay head down to begin life once again.

But why did Clay wait a year and a half?

It was possible to make other things as well out of clay.

The clay man did not move, but something left it.

He was trying to support himself on his arms but they felt like clay.

Now he was like the first step in making a clay model of a man.

In another time this might have felt to Clay like a job well done.

She looked at Clay, who did not move or speak.

Only Clay still lived, and he was miles from here.

He could read well enough, but not whatever language was on the clay.

If the message was not important, the clay could be put in water and used again.

A fine quality of clay was also found in the state line area.

He may also take a picture of your feet, using white clay and water.

The clay was cold in her hand and she looked at it again.

Clay was going to have to do something about that, when he got it.