Quotes About Ominous

Uh-oh,' Lafitte said ominously. 'Swamp queen just go angry.

Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.

figure, still very still, with a pool of blood about the head. Vye

Leafless tree branches swayed in that wind, clawing at the sides of the stone dorm like fingernails.

BAD HALLOWEEN

Go and do your business, Mr Nayler. There will soon be heads on spikes all over London. But bear in mind that one day one of them may be mine.

The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.

And for some reason, men and women who told the tale often found a need to add almost identical words. The storm is coming, they said, staring southward in worry. The storm is coming.

in a flat voice that did not bode well for either man.

Just before sunrise was one of the worst times to meet the Wild Hunt, when darkness was changing to light but the light had not taken hold. At least there was no crossroads nearby, no graveyard, but the only hearthstones to

He could almost hear the growling chuckles stifled in their throats while they waited for him.

Well, you heard what Moiraine said. It's as if some dead man was speaking with my mouth. I don't like it.

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

What the petit bâtard would order us to do to you if he awoke now is best left unsaid.

We settled this, Anita. The . . . ones who can't be named—" He glared at me. "I really hate that we can't even say their names out loud. It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-B e-Name d.

The discovery suggested that an ambush might be in the making.

I could hear the cicadas like a vortex of hundreds of tiny violins. I'd always hated them, too. Anytime cicadas showed up, bad juju lurked nearby.

In these sad and ominous days of mad fortune chasing, every patriotic, thoughtful citizen, whether he fishes or not, should lament that we have not among our countrymen more fishermen.

What's needed today, now, more than ever, is 'Star Peace' for there is an ominous, mutual threat to all science fiction. It's called 'Twilight'. And it is really, really bad.

I got a bad feeling about this." —

confronted by seven tall, cloaked figures, dark and foreboding, all armed.

The only thing we know for certain is that Darquesse is coming, and she's coming to kill us all.

impending, weightless doom.

If the atmosphere is to be foreboding, you must forebode on every page. If it is to be cold, you must chill, not once or twice, but until your readers are shivering.