Quotes About Scales

Isn't this exciting? I'm so excited I can hardly STAND IT. That's why I'm this color, by the way. I have been trying all morning to turn myself something more dignified and I can't do it; my scales are all like, YAY WE'RE REALLY HERE! and will not listen to me.

He felt an almost unbearable longing to press himself against her scales and fall asleep with her star-speckled wings over his.

As each of them voted for her, Sunny felt as though her own scales might turn pink.

The light, the light, the light wanted him out, wanted to run its talons over his wings, drip through his scales, fill him with silver power. He wanted that power, too, all of it, all of it.

His fingers tightened mercilessly on Undauntable's arm, cutting off the circulation so Undauntable's hand felt numb. "An old woman," Undauntable blurted. "I met her once in the market a long time ago. She had a small bag full of the scales, so I bought them all, because I didn't want anyone else to have them. I've just been adding them to my jewels one a time for — for effect because you said st-style was partly about t-timing and —

Undauntable," his father said in his icy voice. The room was empty now except for the two of them. "That man described a dragon whose scales seem to match the ones you wear. I think it's time you told me where you've been getting them.

She was white with a scattering of gray-blue scales that looked like rippling shadows across her wings, and she moved like a confident predator.

Description: thick, armored brown scales, sometimes with amber and gold underscales; large, flat heads with nostrils on top of the snout Abilities: can breathe fire (if warm enough), hold their breath for up to an hour, blend into large mud puddles; usually very strong Queen: Queen Moorhen Alliances: currently allied with Burn and the SkyWings in the great war

Snow, endless snow, snow as far as the edge of the universe, snow forever; snow in her nose and between her claws and melting into her scales and sticking to her talons and weighing down her wings; snow on the rooftops, burying the palace, covering the world; snow everywhere, always falling, always underfoot, always sneaking through the windows and under the blankets and WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH MOON-SPLATTING SNOW?

Description: thick, armored brown scales, sometimes with amber and gold underscales; large, flat heads with nostrils on top of the snout Abilities: can breathe fire (if warm enough), hold their breath for up to an hour, blend into large mud puddles; usually very strong Queen: Queen Moorhen

Her smile made him feel as if lightning were crackling under his scales.

his scales were hot enough to fry snake eggs on.

you were the only NightWing dragonet who hatched on the brightest night. My egg hatched a couple of months later, here, actually. I have this really vague memory of fire and rough scales rubbing my back. I didn't remember that until I smelled

could see five different sets of scales — yellow, blue, green, black, and brown.

a wiry female with small eyes and dark gray-blue scales.

A pattern of black diamond scales ran along her back and real black diamonds hung from her ears, outlined in white gold. An aura of menace seemed to surround her.

Her wings were folded, and her scales shimmered like white gold against the red backdrop. Blaze

Every HiveWing had at least a few black scales, inherited from their common ancestor, Clearsight,

Her scales were vibrantly, alarmingly orange, much brighter than any SkyWing's scales could be. Winter guessed that if the Talons had somehow missed his mirror signal, a dragon this weirdly colored might still catch their eye.

The dragon suddenly materialized on the branch again, her scales shifting to a furious red with splatters of black and orange.

and then gouts of them, a straggling mass of buttery beating wings, and after a while clouds of butterflies so thick they blinded me briefly and smeared my windows and left powdery streaks of scales on the hood of my car when I smacked into them.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.

Orlagh waits for us in a choppy ocean, accompanied by her daughter and a pod of knights mounted on seals and sharks and all manner of sharp-toothed sea creatures. She herself sit on an orca and is dressed as though ready for battle. Her skin is covered in shiny silvery scales that seem both to be metallic and to have grown from her skin. A helmet of bone and teeth hides her hair. Nicasia is beside her, on a shark. She has no tail today, her long legs covered in armour of shell.