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How did you find me?" I said, keeping my head ducked.
"It was easy," he said, taking a seat beside me. "All I did was follow the cursing.
The best runner leaves no tracks
Make your footsteps count; let your footprints be counted
Just 'cause you're following a
well-marked trail don't mean
that whoever made it knew where
they were goin'.
Locard's Exchange Principle and it says "every contact between a perpetrator and a crime scene leaves a trace.
Lives gone, traces left.
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our comprehension.
Follow your foot steps.
Never blame others for tracking in mud, until you have checked your own feet.
I just don't know where to go from here, Alex."
"You don't have to, we can trace our map together.
There are some things that you should know about me. She meant her past, the things Eli had done to her and the things he'd taken from her. She thought it important to tell Trace because it was a shame that she did want to live with forever.
Footsteps of success,
are trailed by fading footprints,
of failures past..
No matter how well you think you've hidden, you'll always leave behind a trace. And the more you try to hide that trace, the more obvious and troublesome it will become.
I've been stalked.
I followed you.'
I saw no one.'
That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.
A good runner leaves no footprints.
Every footprint leaves its mark in the sands of life. Step by step, each one tells a story.Beat by beat, echo voices of the ancestors
Run from me, Grier Hadley, and I'll follow. I'll track you down and find you.
Destroy the traces. I'd never tried to do that. Instead I'd lived in their midst for thirty years, oblivious, a blind man fancying himself invisible.
A bad hunter chases, a good hunter waits.
To avoid discovery I stay on the run.
To discover things for myself, I stay on the run ...
On an unknown path, every foot is slow.' Take your time,
She trudged along the side path. It all looked tidy enough. Kicking off the sand on her shoes, she looked down at the ground. And that's when she saw the footprints. Several of them and two different sizes. Her own and another set... Much larger. Twice her size. And
Track accountability is the best way to describe it. You're looking to see which dog accounts for the most tracks in the smoothest manner.
orange trail leading down to the kitchen and
That was when I realized I was leaving my footprints all around the room. The soles of my feet were covered with blood. While continuing to move around, I carefully examined the prints. Suddenly I felt like laughing. They were dance steps. The footprints of St. Vitus. Footprints leading nowhere.
Tracked the kits' trail and it met another. The heather was drenched with Tom's scent. Turtle Tail recognized it at once.
A lillion miles of journey starts with a foot stamp
Path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen.
It was the straying that found the path direct.
Don't follow me, I'm lost.
As Aeduan walked onward, he was pleased to find he'd left a trail of muddy boot-prints throughout the house.
Covert your time for discovery
Trail dust is thicker'n blood ...
I spent a lot of my life - 20 years of it - in war, training army trackers and commanding a tracker unit, and then in the Game Department, tracking lions and elephants and poachers. So I've spent literally thousands of hours tracking people or animals, and training others to do it.
To find is the thing.
Magic always leaves traces...
with the limb, joined the others, Lia gasped. The three men stood talking in low voices for several minutes, and then they drew closer, heads down, slowly following her muddy footprint trail. Lia breathed into the sat phone, "Th-they're following
A good wanderer leaves no trace.
Everything you do leaves traces, doesn't it. The life you've lived is written all over you, for those who can read.
Basilard, can you cover our trail?
Basilard rubbed his head dubiously. Maldynado, Books, and Akstyr leave trail like marching army.
I track some long hours.
If you fail to report within the next 12 hours. you will be terminated. If you attack any humans, you will be terminated. If you attempt to remove the tracking device, you will be terminated. We look forward to working with you.
So you want me to track down a supernaturally fast sniper who can disappear into thin air, retrieve your maps, and do it so nobody finds out what I'm doing or why?'
'Exactly.'
I sighed. 'I'll get the paperwork.
A pathfinder's job is hard enough - blazing trails where there are none, guided by nothing but hearsay and gut. While you're hacking your way through bracken, worrying about lurking beasts, all you can do is hope you had chosen the right direction.
We always trotted everywhere at Camp Arthur Currie. I never did find out who Currie was, but he must have been a trackman.
Don't take anything from me because I'll track it down.
What is the use of going right over the old track again? There is an adder in the path which your own feet have worn. You must make tracks into the Unknown.
I really hope that when I leave, my last trace will be beautiful.
These tracks give to winter hill walking a distinctive pleasure. One is companioned, though not in time.
If you're going to follow in my footsteps, be sure to cover your tracks.
A new tracker?" Boyd asked, blinking.
"An anklet," Carhart replied. "It will be more discreet."
Boyd stared at him. "More discreet? On a man?"
"Are you planning to wear a dress and high heels?" Carhart replied with an arched eyebrow.
Did you mark that?"
"Most of it."
"Then I have your obedience."
"I didn't exactly plan to go anywhere this morning, " she told him testily. "But, I wasn't lost. I was just hunting. And I wasn't in trouble."
"Human, you are not yet out of trouble.
Footprints are an amazing thing, even the ones you can't see. They make you wonder who's walked right where you're walking. Who's travelled this same path? What were their concerns? Who did they love? Are they still alive?
Leave no path untaken.
the trail, and returned home as he had left, stealthily, like an Indian.
The trick to following someone without getting caught is to follow somebody who doesn't think they're being followed.
His eyes tracked the scarlet trail to its beginning: the top of the stairs leading to the parking lot.
My Livia will come to me on this path.
I was no longer following a trail.
I was learning to follow myself.
Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!
Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.
Each of us bears the imprint of a friend met along the way; In each the trace of each.
A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stenciled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask.
The best runner leaves no tracks. - Tao Te Ching
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
Some friends leave footprints in your heart
I know there's a road laid out. Just need to find the trail.
Never leave anything which can be traced, when you do have a choice.
People are leaving trails everywhere they go; automated web crawlers tell you an awful lot about their social activities. The flow of information in fundamentally unobtrusive ways into social control organisations has risen dramatically.
Take only memories, leave only footprints.
Laying tracks gives you freedom without being too obvious.
I reach now for a victim who is not easy for me to overcome: my own past. Perhaps this victim will flee from me with a speed that equals my own. Whatever, I seek now a victim that I have never faced. And there is the thrill of the hunt in it, what the modern world calls investigation.
Okay, to be fair, I had tried to Google-stalk him. But Google-stalking is a far cry from having your demonblood best friend park his vampmobile across the and use his x-ray vamp vision to spy into someone's house. That's just rude.
I took the road less travled, now I'm lost.
A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In
when you walk the path of revenge, know that someone will always follow your trail
Where the signposts end, the trail begins.
Come to me swiftly, carry no trace. Lift me softly, then flow and race.
Greta: At one point, you practically stalked poor Dante.
Jamie: Stalked? No, I just watched him. At night. From behind a bush. Using night-vision googles.
Catholicism has you tracked and trailed for life
Advent: the time to listen for footsteps - you can't hear footsteps when
you're running yourself.
Fingerprint, he writes. A map to mark the spaces you've inhabited. A map you make yourself, quadrant by quadrant, inch by inch, until the landscape of your life looks like a vast and unexplored terrain. Here there be monsters, it will say.
Where are you actually going?" My voice rings down the empty street. "I just told you. I'm going out stalking." "What, on foot?" I come closer by another six paces. "You were going to walk?" "I was going to run down the middle of the street like the Terminator.
The sketch hunter moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook.
And the written words were footsteps, feet running hard to another person.
Part of history is tracing artifacts and looking at patterns.
Find the enemy. Don't let the enemy find you. Reconnaissance! Reconnaissance! Reconnaissance!
I gather/You hunt/We both miss the trap
Wirewalker, trust your feet! Let them lead you; they know the way.
In days and he was too late to pick up the trail at her home station. The best he could do was to lurk around the
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
I run with the hunted.
If you run from me, I will chase you, and I'll find you ...
Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker."
Bishop and Samantha, page 79
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
There's blood behind the Night Stalker.
Every contact leaves a trace.Everyhting and everyone we touch is changed in some way.But the changes,they are never what we anticipate.
i am
always
stalking you, my dear.
with my thoughts
my words.
my breath.
Ty was pulling his headphones out of his pocket, bracing his black-sneakered feet just above the top step. 'We're Shadowhunters,' he said. 'We don't run.