Quotes About Hunched

I was the guy at the end of the bar all hunched up and trying to disappear into his overcoat. Flattened hat on worn bar top. Hank of hair dangling over the face of a born lemon-sucker. They were all my breed. My people. Drinking alone or in even lonelier pairs. The guilty. The condemned. The

A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.

The wave of night receded once more and the face was staring up at him, body hunched down on the floor, head cocked, sunken cheek pressed against the side of the mattress, teeth clenched in a lipless grin.

Ray was in his usual spot behind the counter, hunched over "Big Bootay," his ancient overclocked gaming PC.

He was portly and his shoulders were hunched in a way that made me want to monitor my calcium intake.

Hunched, his face pulsing with pain, Mebra watched with hooded eyes as his words sank roots into the Red Blade commander's mind.

The beast was a nightmare, close to nine feet tall, crouching on two thin hind limbs. A lone foreleg, long and multijointed, jutted down from its strangely bifurcated chest. From a hunched, angular shoulder blade, the demon's sinuous neck rose to a flat, elongated head.

In the second row was a boy named Doon Harrow. He sat with his shoulders hunched, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and his hands clasped tightly together. His hair looked rumpled, as if he hadn't combed it for a while. He had dark, thick eyebrows, which made him look serious at the best of times and, when he was anxious or angry, came together to form a straight line across his forehead. His brown corduroy jacket was so old that its ridges had flattened out.

He was hunched in front of the soda fountain, filling his plastic cup with a suicide, a little bit of every flavor.

be reassured, but hunched his skinny shoulders, peering closely at Mr. Buchanan. "Josh says Angelina says the ghost was