The boy twisted his head to look at Christian.

Without looking at his father, the boy twisted, trying to slip from Brendan's touch.

Then the boy straight-armed himself up, twisting at the last moment so he landed sitting, where she had sat.

The boy twisted from the waist to look steadily at Bart for a long time.

The small boy twisted away into his tent.

Ravna didn't see anything, but the boy had twisted around abruptly at his friend's signal.

The boy twisted in his saddle and stared back over the northern steppes.

The boys twisted it tightly round the top part of the bag.

The boy twisted round on the chair to face him, looking furious.

At that the boy hacked and twisted in his seat, he awoke like a fighting fish.