Dart

Other articles related to "dart, darts":

Love Dart - The Mating Dance
... blood sinus surrounding the organ housing the dart ... pore, it triggers the firing of the dart ... The darting can sometimes be so forceful that the dart ends up buried in the internal organs ...
St Stephen's Green Station - Future Transport Links - DART
... Similar plans for a DART network extension proposed an underground stop at St Stephen's Green ...
Little Dart River
... The Little Dart River is a tributary of the River Taw in Devon, England ... The Little Dart rises near Rackenford ... has promoted an 11 mile walking route, the Little Dart Ridge and Valley Walk, which links the Two Moors Way at Witheridge to the Tarka Trail at Eggesford railway station ...
Dart - Other Uses
... Dart (missile), a projectile weapon also used for gaming Dart (sewing) Direct Action and Research Training Center, an American community organizing network Disaster Assistance ...
Love Dart - Morphology of Darts
... The love dart, also known as a "gypsobelum", is often made of calcium carbonate which is secreted by a specialized organ within the reproductive system of several families of air-breathing snails and slugs, mainly ... Darts can range in size from about 30 millimetres (1.2 in) long in the larger snail species, down to about 1 millimetre (0.04 in) in the smallest snails that have darts ... Typically most darts are less than 5 millimetres (0.20 in) long, but they are substantial compared with the size of the animal ...

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    The Kid had a lurking devil in him ... It was a good-humored, jovial imp, or a cruel and blood-thirsty fiend, as circumstances prompted. He always laughed when killing, but fire seemed to dart from his eyes.
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