Quotes About Fear

Lily, something is happening to me, to my mind. I feel weak and afraid. We are kin, you and Owen and I. You must not turn away from me.

The landscape rushed past him, gathering him up, and he was back there, frozen in terror and pain, pleading for mercy, finding none.

Enniel was a powerful man, and he had powerful allies, but still he feared the task he had been given. He knew powers existed that were greater than the combined might of his people, and in the forthcoming chase, the prey might well turn and devour the hunters.

If the Pelleth got hold of Shem, they might well eat him alive.

Sofia, Lily decided, was a person-eater. Not just a man-eater, although she'd undoubtedly gnawed a few masculine bones in her time. She was also a liar. Lily was intrigued by her, but also wary and a little frightened.

Louis experienced a tremor of unease. He was at this man's mercy now.

Legends say that Foy banished the cockatrice, but in essence he just hid from her.

Fear not, my lovely. You are still a major part of my design. In the meantime, concentrate on Lily Winter. She should be the focus of your energies at this time.

Meggie had probably also noticed, or been informed, of a change in Delmar's behaviour. Now, he was entirely Tamara's creature. She had primed him with talk of Shemyaza and subdued his instinctive fears.

He was frightened of being seduced by this woman into believing she had their welfare at heart.

You may run from life, Tayven, but it is hunting you, and it will find you.

She remembered the flavor of the dreams, the wet stark fear of them, but the images eluded her. For that, she was grateful.

I loved her so much, she was so beautiful in life, it seemed unbelievably cruel that I had to become afraid of her. I would wake screaming just as Ellony stooped over me in bed. She had cold saliva that smelled of fish. It fell onto my face.

He saw, as pulsing sickly colors, the fear, greed, ignorance and seeping uncertainty that bred either hate or indifference. But there were nobility too,, and love and honor. They were mixed together in a chaotic maelstorm of feeling, of force.

She was wary of her father, for she had seen him kill, but for her mother she reserved a quiet terror, blended with awe and a sliver of love. Although Amytis had never raised a hand against her, and rarely spoke sharply, the girl appreciated that, given the opportunity, Amytis was capable of being far more deadly than her husband.

For a moment or two I was afraid that some invisible net was closing in, tightening around me, and yet, on another level, I was relieved not to be alone.

He sensed that Lily and Owen were alive, but they had been seized by the same creatures that had killed Israel. And whatever had taken them wanted him, too. It was collecting Shem's followers.

I would prefer to be liked by a woman who looks like her, Varencienne thought. She looks interesting, yet she is jealous of me, perhaps in the same way Bayard is jealous of Palindrake. How will this end? Will I win her over, or will she destroy me, push me from the battlements, poison me, or have me killed by a brigand? Perhaps we will always be enemies until we are old, or perhaps she will marry and move away.

What he saw in you made him afraid, for you were a dark mirror.

He will shape a new god, in the image of his own fear, and he will make resentful enemies, where before there were only resigned puppets.

He shared Daniel's discomfort, but knew if they both gave in to fear, it would act as a beacon of light to those who were hunting them. Taziel tried to shroud Daniel's worried thoughts with a beacon of calm.

My rage scattered us. My rage at Valraven for always getting the better of me, for always meaning everything to everyone, for being the light that I could never be. That is the dark root of it. The rage fed on my terror of being a mere shadow to Valraven's sun. In denying this fear, I am still blind.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

For a few moments the pair of them shared a single terror; a look passed between them.