“INTELLIGENCE” на русском языке

He wasn’t sure if the creatures possessed the intelligence to hide and wait, but he was certain he’d never heard of them having the patience to do it for days.

They were beings with almost no physical form, but a keen, vicious intelligence.

They were Dark Kind, conjured from the same realm as the narjags but with none of the intelligence or ability to follow commands.

They evolved a cruel intelligence of their own, and a technology to go with it.

His eyes were sunken, but there was an intelligence within them.

Their beautiful forms, tattooed and scarred and carved with muscle, gleaming with sweat as they fought with a viciousness and intelligence she’d never seen … She’d been sweating herself when they’d finished, wondering what it’d be like to be between those two male bodies, letting them turn all that lethal attention on worshipping her.

She could show the folks at home what a poor girl from a poor family such as hers could achieve in life if possessed of intelligence.

She could see the intelligence in their eyes, the hunger.

His intelligence agencies were rightly feared.

They were automata after all, no more or less than the pilot of a glasship, imbued with a rudimentary intelligence usually stolen from a death-sentenced slave before they died.

The sleepy voice, the sharp sparkling intelligence behind it, the glasses of apple wine out on the eyrie walls in the starlight, talking about how the world might be changed.