Quotes About Ominous

My name is Slither.

the dark sky mustn't herald a storm

hung over her like a heavy black cloud that would soon unleash a storm.

by the cold light of the moon, Fireheart saw the powerful shoulders and broad head of the cat who had leaped onto the rock beside Tallstar. The other leader seemed puny and frail beside this massive figure. And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that

Firestar seemed to see the first cloud that would eventually unleash the storm of war.

Before all is peaceful, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red. What horror still lay in wait for ThunderClan?

but dying leaves and water. Fear yawned like a dark pit in his belly. Rock knew about the prophecy long before StarClan crowded Silverpelt, and

She was answered only by the hoot of an owl and the bark of a fox. Death panted hard on her paws, drawing closer with every footfall, and for all her twisting and turning, Leafpaw knew that there was no escape.

threatening

None of us can know today if tomorrow morning we will not be counted as part of a group considered outside the law. In that moment the civilized veneer of life changes, as the state props of well-being disappear and are transformed into omens of destruction. The luxury liner becomes a battleship, or the black jolly roger and the red executioner's flag are hoisted on it.

Our own era is one haunted by the shadow of futurity, precisely because there is no future.

Something was creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen and felt and heard.

Without warning, I heard the heavy door behind me creak slowly open upon its rusted hinges.

Rara vez deja de haber ironía incluso en el mayor de los horrores.

I should not have ventured out that night; for the taint of thunder was in the clouds

But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets.

he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.

Some said the thunder called the lurking fear out of its habitation, while others said the thunder was its voice.

Again there was silence—a silence as of consummated Evil brooding above its unnamable triumph.

Atal felt a spectral change in the air, as if the laws of earth were bowing to greater laws.

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

Clearly, some cryptic, evil movement was afoot on a large scale—just what, I could not say.

This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe.

When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed.