He'd never blend into the shadows again.
The darkening shadows sharpened his features and highlighted the crows' feet around his eyes.
The sun made long shadows of her figure as she walked to the house.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
The other half of his face was stuck in the shadows, giving him a surreal appearance, as if he had one foot in a different world.
"It won't be today," she said, starting to freak out again at the cold shadows and the scary man.
The man melted from the shadows, awaiting his orders.
Death didn't live in the shadows as Gabriel had for the majority of his life.
His death-dealers were fading into the shadows of the forest as the ground shook.
Toby emerged from the early morning shadows of the forest.
"Sofi … she's safe," Darian said and stepped from the shadows to pace.
The shadows clung to her as she stepped into the hallway.
Rhyn clenched his fists. Darkyn said nothing else and walked away, disappearing into the morning shadows of the forest. Rhyn felt fevered. His power was leaking out of his body, killing the plants around him. He grappled to control what he could, aware he would soon not have that option.
The executioner from the corner emerged from the shadows and took her arms.
The longer they talked, the deeper the clammy shadows sank into her.
A form melted from the shadows before her, and she held her breath.
A form melted from the shadows right before she reached it.
He sank into the shadows, at home in the darkness, watching.
He perched on the edge of the desk, the fire casting shadows across his perfect, chiseled features.
Rhyn emerged from the shadows near the window, dressed in black with his hair tied back.
More dark shadows lingered deep within the forest, watching over their leader.
Shadows danced in tune with a slight breeze from the inch of open window and a sentinel pine tree beyond.
He shrunk further back into the shadows of the dining room.
Weller prodded him further to the shadows beyond before he answered.
Shadows covered half his face, rendering his chiseled features and low brow sinister.
His grandfather had an almost subservient relationship to Tim's, but Brady had left the shadows on many occasions to remind Tim of what really mattered when the politician's ego started to get the best of him.
"He did. He wanted to make the world safer for me, for our …" Katie's throat tightened. She cleared it. "He realized he doesn't have to be in the shadows anymore. And the way he looked at me that last day…" she drifted off again, this time recalling the intensity of emotion on Rhyn's face the last time she'd seen him in the mortal realm.
She sat on a thick log. He disappeared into the shadows of the jungle, and she pulled her knees to her chest, listening. He was silent while the branches overhead hissed and rasped against one another and the cries of distant birds drifted to her.
Kiki didn't have a chance to answer before the wooden door to their prison creaked open. Rhyn's head spun as he was hauled up and dragged into a well-lit hallway. Light and shadows wreaked havoc on his sense of place and time until he hit the cool stone floor again.
The petite woman who materialized out of the shadows wasn't what he expected. Her flawless features were unremarkable, her large eyes turning colors faster than his.
The trees overhead rustled, and Toby yanked away, staring. Katie saw shadows but nothing else. Even so, she doubted these were the freaky underworld birds.
She sat down, leaning her back against the tree, and watched shadows from puffy clouds drift across the surface.
She couldn't read his thoughts, but she saw the shadows in his eyes.
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?
The shadows of poverty and meanness gather around us, "and lo! creation widens to our view."
And when will all this end? thought Rostov, looking at the changing shadows before him.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
The horses showered the fine dry snow on the faces of those in the sleigh--beside them sounded quick ringing bells and they caught confused glimpses of swiftly moving legs and the shadows of the troyka they were passing.
But here was a fairy forest with black moving shadows, and a glitter of diamonds and a flight of marble steps and the silver roofs of fairy buildings and the shrill yells of some animals.
Halfway lay some snow-covered piles of firewood and across and along them a network of shadows from the bare old lime trees fell on the snow and on the path.
With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.
Pierre lay leaning on his elbow for a long time, gazing at the shadows that moved past him in the darkness.
The sick soldier, Sokolov, pale and thin with dark shadows round his eyes, alone sat in his place barefoot and not dressed.
"Do you take vodka, Count?" asked Princess Mary, and those words suddenly banished the shadows of the past.
Laughing softly at the matching shadows of her hair and skirt, she imagined it was a Christmas tree.
The moonlight formed shadows on his muscular chest.
As he joined her they squinted into the heat waves, shielding their eyes against the bright sun - trying to discern something of the shadows below the plume.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
Each carrying two canteens, a rifle and a lantern, they started off into the long shadows of the sand dunes.
Darian was in the shadows, dressed in his workout gear, splattered with blood.
The lights were on, but shadows crawled from the corners and choked the lights until they were shriveled, glowing orbs.
Shadows chased her up the stairs and flew down the halls, coating the floors and walls in shallow, black fog.
Shadows crawled over the world around her, and the tension in the air made it hard to breathe.
Her Gabriel, who spent his life a part of the shadows, radiated the quiet power of a deity that reached her from across the room.
His features were chiseled, the firelight casting harsh shadows across the planes of his face.
From the shadows of the crypt, Gabriel waited until the half-brothers were gone to dump the contents of the velvet dice pouch into his palm.
Ne'Rin was closer to the door, and Kiera remained in the shadows inside the house, watching.
They sat that way for a long time, silently watching the evening shadows grow long and then consume the sky.
She rested her hands on his arms and they gazed out the window, watching the shadows darken on the farmstead.
Claire twisted to see who spoke and was struck by the tall, slender man who stepped from the shadows of the forest.
Dawn had come an hour earlier but only just managed to push away the shadows of night from the cloudy mountain hiding place that had become her home.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said again, unable to see his face in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
Jenn didn't approach, instead sinking into the shadows of one of the many pillars providing support all along the main floor.
Shadows played across the delicate, pert features.
He needed the reminder of the good in the world, because he saw none of it from the shadows where he spent his life.