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.
The darkening shadows sharpened his features and highlighted the crows' feet around his eyes.
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.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
"Sofi … she's safe," Darian said and stepped from the shadows to pace.
The lights were on, but shadows crawled from the corners and choked the lights until they were shriveled, glowing orbs.
The shadows clung to her as she stepped into the hallway.
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.
The executioner from the corner emerged from the shadows and took her arms.
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.
He'd never blend into the shadows again.
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.
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.
The longer they talked, the deeper the clammy shadows sank into her.
"It won't be today," she said, starting to freak out again at the cold shadows and the scary man.
A form melted from the shadows before her, and she held her breath.
A form melted from the shadows right before she reached it.
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.
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.
She couldn't read his thoughts, but she saw the shadows in his eyes.
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.
She rested her hands on his arms and they gazed out the window, watching the shadows darken on the farmstead.
They sat that way for a long time, silently watching the evening shadows grow long and then consume the sky.
She sat down, leaning her back against the tree, and watched shadows from puffy clouds drift across the surface.
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.
"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.
Toby emerged from the early morning shadows of the forest.