tain

Tain was expected to take the one on the left.

Tain thought it would be better for her to know.

But he also knew better than to question an assignment from Tain himself.

Tain had said that last time he asked about his progress.

For the first time Tain felt at ease with his decision to leave home.

In all that time, he had never again laid eyes on Tain.

Tain would be pleased with that bit of information, too.

Tain was waiting for me in front of the Assembly building.

Tain had retired for a time, the only director to ever live long enough to do so.

I can get you a crew that will work hard and cost little to main- tain.

Soon enough, she would have the opportunity to inform Tain.

And that, thought Tain, told a whole tale about the west.

That meant I had to report to the cap- tain.

The problem was that it would take some time for a message to reach Tain and return.

Or dead, as Tain had been most usually wont to add.

His conclusion was that Tain perhaps considered him a threat.

But it seemed to Tain that they understood what was happening.

"I will speak with Tain about it when she comes home.

Tain sat in a deep chair that was obviously his favorite.

Tain had said she was in her early or mid-twenties.

I need to stay to see the cur- tain fall.

Tain wasn't sure which bit of information was more surprising.

The more stops they made, the harder it would be for Tain to find her.

Tain recalled an instance when he was not more than nine years old.

Tain looked as if he had been punched in the gut.