Examples of using Hapatra in English and their translations into German
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Hapatra pursed her lips.
If you're here to say'I told youso,' I don't want to hear it," Hapatra yelled down.
Hapatra could grieve later.
Kefnet flew higher in the air, and Hapatra was finally able to see what the two gods had been staring at.
Hapatra laughed a little too earnestly.
Kefnet looked back at Oketra, and Hapatra was shocked to see the god's fear so clearly written on his face.
Hapatra kissed the nose of her serpent.
The boys handed over the spears, and Hapatra uncorked her poison, applying it to their blades with her fingers.
Hapatra seemed happy to talk.
As deadly efficient as the scorpion god was,Kefnet and Oketra fought with a grace that Hapatra thought almost poetic.
Hapatra turned to the other viziers.
The shawl prevented the locusts from biting and scraping her skin, but Hapatra quickly realized it would be no help against the mummies that surrounded her now.
Hapatra made a small noise of confirmation.
The scorpion swiveled its head to regard both Kefnet and Oketra,though if it spoke, Hapatra could not understand anything through the constant chitter chitter chitter sound it made.
Hapatra spoke, and all turned to listen.
Although the scorpion god was so far undeterred, Hapatra knew she was watching two masters of combat, their cooperative technique honed over thousands of years of fighting.
Hapatra refused to share their tears of joy.
In the distance, Hapatra saw Kefnet take to the air, followed by a strange dark shape she did not recognize.
Hapatra punctuated her quip with a shrill whistle.
In a happier moment, Hapatra would have teased him for his age(a ghastly thirty-five), but now all she could do was shake her head.
Hapatra screamed, and Samut and Djeru did the same, their hearts aching once again with the loss of a god.
As a servant of Rhonas, Hapatra had never had much appreciation for Oketra, but she found herself overcome with relief to be in the god's presence, grateful for the first warmth she had felt since Rhonas's death.
Hapatra, vizier of the Temple of Strength, is smart enough to know a broken promise when she sees one.
Hapatra gripped tightly with her thighs and pulled the basilisk in a sharp turn, urging her mount toward the enemy.
Hapatra looked back toward Kefnet and realized that the dark shape following him could only be one of the new gods.
Hapatra was a master of poisons and had spent much of her life forcing her body to work through searing pain.
Hapatra called, voice cracking as she contemplated all that she had already lost, and all that was still left to lose.
Hapatra watched as the body of the scorpion god crumbled to dust, whatever force had animated it no longer present.
Hapatra could hear a loud chittering sound, though whether it came from the monster's mouth or its tail she could not tell.
Hapatra stood on the steps of the Temple of Strength, watching the blood of the Luxa seep upriver, transforming the water to crimson as its stain spread.