The sun made long shadows of her figure as she walked to the house.
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.
The darkening shadows sharpened his features and highlighted the crows' feet around his eyes.
"Sofi … she's safe," Darian said and stepped from the shadows to pace.
The Grey God didn't follow, but Speck-- who'd been lingering in the shadows-- did.
Jenn didn't approach, instead sinking into the shadows of one of the many pillars providing support all along the main floor.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said again, unable to see his face in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
The lights were on, but shadows crawled from the corners and choked the lights until they were shriveled, glowing orbs.
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 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.
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.
He sank into the shadows, at home in the darkness, watching.
Rhyn emerged from the shadows near the window, dressed in black with his hair tied back.
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.
More dark shadows lingered deep within the forest, watching over their leader.
Ne'Rin was closer to the door, and Kiera remained in the shadows inside the house, watching.
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.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
Shadows covered half his face, rendering his chiseled features and low brow sinister.
"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.
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.
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.
She couldn't read his thoughts, but she saw the shadows in his eyes.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
One who visited me declared that the shadows of some Irishmen before him had no halo about them, that it was only natives that were so distinguished.
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.
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.