Quotes About Creature

The creature spun, tumbling, then twisted round to face its attacker, rage blazing in its skull.

Precipitous creature,' Kruppe muttered, reaching for the mug of wine the man had left behind. 'Ah, look at this,' he said, frowning up at Crokus, 'nigh two-thirds full. A potential waste!' Kruppe drank it down in one swift gulp, then sighed. 'Said potential averted, Dessembrae be praised.

His heart was vast, it was true. He was a thing of sentimentality and compassion, so contrary to his bestial appearance, his simian fire. But such creatures were vulnerable. Their hearts bled too freely, and the scars never knitted true.

An incredibly ancient creature, albeit not so much as to qualify for a position in the Parzupheim (although it was no secret he did much of their work for them), he looked as beautiful as raw light.

Paraga was a delicate creature, with an elongated neck and large eyes. Long whiskers drooped from his jaws and enormous batlike wings sprouted from his shoulders. Rav thought he looked like the most friendly of the dragons, but it was difficult to tell from a painting.

Being as he is, such a sensual creature, I realised he needed to establish himself with Rayojini in his own way.

Life aboard the beast was bizarre; the creature rocked from side to side, or undulated, but very soon the rhythm of it became compelling, needed. The Roughtys called it Beraftiel; they considered it to be a god, although they knew that a few generations forward, it would die and have to be burned and eaten. Then a new god would have to be found, or the family would die out.

I heard you scream. Was it pain or pleasure? Hard to tell with that creature, isn't it?" Daniel sighed. He didn't want to argue. "It's a shame we have to part this way, Taz, but if that's how you want it to be…" "You are full of him," Taziel said. "I can see his glow on you.

What a magnificent creature. A killing machine of great beauty, who had the wydring way. An alchemist could not have grown a more perfect specimen in a vat.

He was such a serene creature, fits of temper or melancholy on Khaster's part barely touched him. Tayven was a being of light, and now Khaster craved those rays. He could see how it might be easy to become addicted to Tayven's presence. It was all that Almorante had promised.

I was dazed, perplexed by the eternal flights of shallow steps that made me feel like a tiny, crawling creature negotiating a fallen pack of cards. From every shadowed corner, rampant stone lions and gryphons leered down at me with lolling tongues. Ancient swords clashed upon the walls around me.

Daniel tried to explain to his sister what kind of creature Othman was. Verity supposed this was no more unlikely than all the other things she'd experienced over the last week or so.

I've never been to a festival. I'm a creature of habit, mashed-potato comfort, I like rugs. Our sofa's squishy. Maybe too squishy - it's hard to get up sometimes.

He is my unicorn, though... That's how I felt falling in love with him, as if I'd found a creature of myth.

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.' 'A fear of time running out.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralysing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

I'm a post-menopausal woman who's lived in a man's world for twenty years. A more cynical, cruel creature it's hard to find.

He wasn't a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence.

I had hated him, but I wouldn't have reproached him, any more than I would have reproached a bolt of lightning for striking my house. He wasn't a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence.

Blue shadows stretched out over the snow, cast by a pale thin light shining somewhere behind me, and as my breath rose in quick clouds around my face, the snow crunched: some large creature, picking its way toward the sleigh.

Magic. I want magic. I want magic that works. THere is no doctor that can make the creature back into my daddy. No therapy that can make him into what he should have been. No going back to the beginning and rewriting. He is what he is and if I have to write what I know, I'm doomed , because I can never write about this, never.

I had been reared, perhaps like everyone else, to have a readiness to accept man as an essentially weak and fallible creature.