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.
