Quotes About Shapeshifter

Je wahnsinninger alles um uns herum wird, desto normaler komme ich mir selbst vor. Mafiaboss mit achtzehn? Gestaltwandler? Verliebt in die eindeutig verrückteste Rosa der Welt? Alles ein Klacks gegen dieses Irrenhaus da draußen.

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

I name you Shriker. Shape-Shifter. Mighty Hunter. Your master has betrayed you. And through his betrayal man's best friend becomes his worst enemy.

I saw that dark patch on her haunch and I knew when she was human, there'd be a birthmark in the same place. I knew what it meant for her. And I knew what it meant for me. Yee naaldlooshii. Skin-walker.

In my creative life, David Bowie is definitely an enormous influence on me, being one of rock's greatest shapeshifters.

It means black kitten, I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten? They're wererats, Ares, I said. He frowned at me. They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.

experiencing the resurgence of childhood fears. Better to give in and rationalize later than to brave them out for no reason. But they are real, he reflected. I am the shapeshifter who could strike you down without effort. I could have stepped from your nightmare legends. . . .

In this dream, I wasn't a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote's almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

You sniffed her ass, didn't you?" Conall didn't even bother hiding his grin.

Get naked for me, she whispered in his ear. Dev used his powers to remove his clothes. She wrinkled her nose as her eyes twinkled in hungry satisfaction. There's definitely an advantage to having a Were-Hunter for a lover, eh? Woman, you have no idea. She gave a low whistle of appreciation as she took him into her hand. You're even hung like a bear. He laughed at her pun. You just don't know, baby. You ain't ever been loved till you're loved by a Were.

The age is sorrowfully short of characters of the magnificently villainous vitality of those the Dominator took in olden times: Soulcatcher, the Hanged Man, Nightcrawler, Shapeshifter, the Limper, and such. Those were nastymen of the grand scope, nearly as wild and hairy in their wickedness as the Lady and Dominator themselves.

I HAD known him as a bulldozer, as a samurai, as an android programmed to kill, as Plastic Man and Titanium Man and Matter-Eater Lad, as a Buick Electra, as a Peterbilt truck, and even, for a week, as the Mackinac Bridge, but it was as a werewolf that Timothy Stokes finally went too far.

Shapeshifter parenting motto—if your kid slits somebody's throat, always have a backup plan to make the body disappear.

Maybe I should add some graffiti to spice it up. For a good time call the Consort. Beast Lord eats your food and turns into a lion in his sleep. Mahon has hemorrhoids. Boudas do it better. Warning, paranoid attack jaguar on the prowl…

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway? Weredingo. Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

The lion has to stay outside He won't like it The lion shook his mane. I looked at Curran. The lion melted. Skin stretched, bones twisted, and human Curran straightened. He was completely nude. Gloriously nude. Well, Hrefna said. I always wondered why you went all shapeshifter. Explain things.

Would you say the shapeshifter was in distress?" "Hell yeah, he was in distress. His tail was on fire." "He ran like his tail was on fire?" "No, his tail was on fire. Like a big, furry candle on his ass.

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

You didn't tell me you were the Consort, I growled. I haven't been the Consort for 9 years. I didn't think you were a shapeshifter, but now I see it, Thomas said. You sound like one. Behind me Andre made a strangled noise that sounded a lot like an aborted snicker.

Breaking and entering was an essential part of the shapeshifter courtship.

The werehyena Casanova strikes again.

Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips naked at night and runs around through the woods hunting small woodland creatures.

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway?" "Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.