Quotes About Presence

If Finnigin was to be Casmeer's peaks, then Ays would be his hollows, and for all Ays' distance, it was easier to be with him than with the flickering presence of the terranaut.

The air around them shimmered with a sense of immenence.

The voice was spined with sarcasm, but there was a fearless confidence about it that filled Shemyaza with angry terror. He felt helpless, hanging there within the crystal, enveloping the lightless chill of the nameless presence.

Daniel felt like he was held in an electric field. Othman's touch somehow confirmed and intensified the presence of Owen. These men knew him. His soul felt naked. He could not speak, or if he did, he would speak in tongues. He didn't want to talk about his abilities. Then Othman withdrew his hand and Owen moved away.

I rubbed my fingers together, conscious of the fact I had touched something Avirzah'e had held in his hands.

Just outside the hall, a bevy of youths and maidens sat waiting demurely for the serious business of the gathering to be concluded. They were garlanded in rose-vines, the thorns of which had provocatively pricked their faultless skins, conjuring aromatic gems that beaded redly upon the surface. As we passed them, Beth and I made a sacred genuflection, because we knew the significance of their presence.

The air felt strange against Daniel's skin, alive with unseen presences.

Othman doesn't have a hold on me, just an unwelcome presence now and again.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

The woman's voice seemed to be all around her, and did not originate from any particular area.

I felt her presence within me, yet part of me knows the desire was utterly mine, the selishness, the heartlessness, the lack of care. Jia smelled it out perhaps and attached herself to it, but I will not blame an elemental force for what took control of me that night. It would be too convenient.

Once I had departed Hadith's presence, my awe of her had lessened but it left a patent residue behind. The thought of the pale, enchanting woman, with her hint of hidden menace, made me feel absurdly excied. I did not want to see her again, exactly, but I wanted to think about her all the time.

At his appearance, the environment around him seemed to slow to utter stillness, and become bleached of colour.

Azazel has absorbed part of the boy into himself. Therefore, part of Azazel resides within the boy. A small, silent part, but present nonetheless. We pay homage to the residue and draw out the essence of Shemyaza with flesh.

The presence that had come to him in the night, held him in etheric arms, had been Taziel, paving the way for a latter conquest.

There was only one thing to do; enter the spirit of the place.

Tonight, even though he was not physically present, Tayven's spiritual presence was very much in evidence. Merlan could feel it, like a creature crowded in the dark, ready to leap out and hiss.

She wished she could sweep her brother out of the house, tidy up in his wake, remove his presence from the atmosphere. Having him around made the place feel dirty.

Othman came to fill the dark space in the doorway, his eyes lit by blue sparks that seemed to shine from somewhere deep within him, perhaps through centuries of time.

Both of their leaned down, and I felt as if my flesh was alight with their radiance.

Humanity without our presence in their midst, would be like the world without sun or moon.

He was such a serene creature, fits of temper or melancholy on Khaster's part barely touched him. Tayven was a being of light, and now Khaster craved those rays. He could see how it might be easy to become addicted to Tayven's presence. It was all that Almorante had promised.

He knew there were dreams waiting for him, and could even feel their shadowy presences rusting in the corners of the room, among his clothes in the wardrobe, beneath his bed.