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A hawk swooped overhead and Mapleshade imagined it feasting on Ravenwing's body after she had finished with him. He would bleed a river of blood, every drop spilled for her helpless kits ...
They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair - no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.
slashed the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse reared up and kicked at the eagle's wings. As
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might,
Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart,
For daytime's vulture talons tear apart
The tender alcoves built by love at night.
You still haven't eaten your muffin. (Sunshine)
'Yeah, right. He still hadn't eaten his boots either, and he'd rather feast on one of them than that thing in her hand.' (Talon)
Oh, yeah, insanity ran deep in the roots of that family tree.' (Talon)
Kestrel felt a slow, slight throb, a shimmer in the blood. She knew it well.
Her worst trait. Her best trait.
The desire to come out on top, to set her opponent under her thumb.
A streak of pride. Her mind ringed with hungry rows of foxlike teeth.
He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.
Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?"
"Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding.
"What was she doing here?" Max asked.
"Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee ... Daimons ... Coffee ... Daimons ...
Fly, Abraxos," she breathed.
Abraxos sucked in a great breath, tucked his wings in tight, and fell off the side of the post.
He liked to do that - just tumble off as though he'd been struck dead.
Her wyvern, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.
Alis volat propiss. (She flies with her own wings.)
ShadowClan will soar above you all!" "Leopard and Tiger will feast on your bones!" "Rivers of blood, washing away everything the Clans have known . . .
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Relax, oh paranoid one. I doubt there'll be Talon agents hiding in the potted plants.
Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?
He squinted, as if he could shut out my damned, unreasonable request, then relaxed and opened his eyes again. "I'm an Aeolus, okay?"
"A what?" Kat asked.
"Like on a breast?" Scott looked at him in confusion. Kat buried her face in one of her hands.
"Like a windkeeper, you jackass.
Tabby warrior looked like a baby crow with a black frill
White angel wings, made up from thousands of short feathers, now surrounded him.
"Uh. Bird?" She pointed dumbly, unable to form a single coherent though more.
"Harpie." He gave her a glare that could have killed.
Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.
warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
Who would attempt to fly with the tiny wings of a sparrow when the mighty power of an eagle has been given him
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one's own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron.
Please don't take my wings...
Another angel has snuck up on me. His wings are golden and his face chiseled, but he looks at me with the cold eyes of a killer. Before I can figure out what to do, snowy wings blot out the angel. It's Raffe. And he has two of his Watchers backing him up.
THE LUCIAN BANE BOOM TEAM:
Damianos," Touars said. "Princekiller."
It was the last thing he said. Damen
pulled the sword out. He took a step
back.
Liadia broke the Wraith Alliance."
Black Knife stilled. "How do you know that?"
"A refugee told me."
"Who?"
"I didn't ask for a name. I didn't want you to go after anyone, if you found out."
He tilted his head a fraction. "You don't trust me?"
"Of course not. You're a vigilante.
I am become a blade.
Peaceful Warrior
Perhaps, thought Talon, there was a path in between. A way to shed their ignorance without losing their souls.
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Tell me the name of your best friend. (Sunshine)
Wulf Tryggvason. (Talon)
Oh my God, you just answered a question. I think the world may end over it. (Sunshine)
What the hell's wrong with you? You look like you're about to have a seizure." - Hawk
"If your halo shines any brighter, it's going to permanently damage my retinas." - Jace
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
Dark wings, dark words.
Your feather are drooping. - Evaline
...
Drat. - Mina
Against the wounded sky, a lone angel circles above us. No, not an angel. Light glints off curved metal on one of the edges of his wings. They are not shaped like a bird's wings. It's a giant bat-wing shape. My heart speeds up with my need to shout out to him. Could
The guard hit Kestrel across the face. "I said, what did you give him?"
You had a warrior's heart, even then.
Kestrel spat blood. "Nothing," she told the guard. She thought of her father, she thought of Arin. She told her final lie. "I gave him nothing.
I'm not a fool, no matter what you people think of the Thuvhesit,' Akos snapped, his cheeks going ruddy as he picked up the practice blade. 'You think I'm going to just let you set me up for a fall?'"
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Faith, Princess," the Prism Cat repeated. "It is a highly underrated weapon against the dark things in this world.
Black, scorched scars crossed the battlefield as if a god's claws had swept down to join the slaughter.
A secret spoken finds wings.
Wings of PURIFICATION
The screams were heard in every corner of all the Realms. Each feather that was ripped out was a heartrending cry. The archangel wept in silence while, with his flaming hand, he tore the wings from his brother.
Tristan. The killspell is meant for him. Protect him, just as he would protect you.
Griffon vultures, the strong, fearless creatures we called nesher that
The warrior of the night knows the sacredness of warfare.
Owls are nocturnal, swooping down silently, with the soft edges of their feathers muffling the sound of the wings, before pouncing and swallowing their prey whole. Death unseen, death unheard, death from above - the military drones of the animal kingdom
How in the name of ash and talon did that fucking Vidona fit a fucking fungal canister on a fucking bannermoth?
He towered over the Queen with his wings fanned out. Azrael realized he was threatening her, like a peacock intimidating its adversary.
That's not fair. (Talon)
I'm not paid to be fair. I'm paid to kick Daimon ass. (Acheron)
Here, now. What have we here?' Blade whispered. 'A little kitten, all of my own,' he purred. 'Far from home'.
I am no warrior, but I am a ThunderClan cat. I stay in the nursery rather than hunt and fight because that is what I do best. I care for our young as though they were my own. This is my gift to the Clan, but I do it in my own chosen name.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
Do you own anything not pink? (Talon)
I have a purple razor if you'd rather. (Sunshine)
Please. (Talon)
(She pulled out a darker pink one.)
That's not purple. It's pink too. (Talon)
Well, that's all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)
The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out.
Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.
Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send the Talon for your head.
Hey, man. Where have you been? (Dev)
Out and about. You? (Talon)
(Dev gave him a wicked grin.) Mostly in and out. (Dev)
Don't worry, Njrea," said Vrem, but everyone went just a little bit still when Trals's raptor got close. Andrea stared down at the wide, yellow eyes, the twitching taloned fingers. The little beast opened its mouth and chuckled at her, like a crow with a dirty joke on its mind.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
The most beautiful warrior, who has scar tissue designs coiled like railroad tracks over the rigorous architecture of his chest and shoulders and back.
Kings of the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons. Stalker stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping the two ever separate.
Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
Is the warrior's greatest weapon,
Haven't you ever heard curiosity killed the cat?'Keeley asked as she pulled onto Laura's street.
'Good thing I'm a dog then huh?'Talon answered dryly.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
Wind-voice looked in amazement at the sword in his claws. "I - I'll keep it safe," he muttered to Winger. "For the hero, when he comes ... "
Winger was smiling a light, dreamy smile that radiated all over his thin face. "The hero is here, Wind-voice," he said, awed. "You're the hero.
I'm Phoenix. The mythical bird that rises from the ashes. I've risen from fear and grief, from scandal and suffering, and from the crushing loneliness of walking with a purpose that is outside myself, but not within me. I know what's within me now, and I'm ready to fly again.
The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.
They lift their axes and slice through Raffe's wing joints. They . . . . . his wings . . . I don't know if Raffe yells out in his pain, because all I hear is my own scream. Raffe falls.
The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.
The warrior of the night is a wondrous soul.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
No hunter of the sky should end his days as prey. Better to die on the wing than pinned to the ground. [Saphira]
I don't see that we have much choice," I said, "since we don't have anyone who can grow wings."
"I will push you off this mountain," Sam warned.
"All right," Blitzen decided, "let's try it. I mean the rune, not pushing Magnus off the mountain.
I must rule with eye and claw - as the hawk among lesser birds. - Duke Leto Atreides
I had long wondered," Lan said to Tam. "About the man who had given Rand that heron-marked blade. I wondered if he had truly earned it. Now I know." Lan raised his own sword in salute.
Ambition gripped Brambleclaw like an eagle's talons. Hard as it was to admit it, he knew that he wanted to be deputy, and then leader, of his Clan. Was this what Tigerstar had felt? he wondered.
She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly
A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road
Thinking to himself
Where the others are?
Taking care of what?
Who am I?
but a fading footprint
on a dark empty land
under a starless sky
seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo
as pale and gaunt as he looked
might be more than he could handle.
It seems that it had been destined before that I should occupy myself so thoroughly with the vulture, for it comes to my mind as a very early memory, when I was still in the cradle, a vulture came down to me, he opened my mouth with his tail and struck me a few times with his tail against my lips.
Thugly the Tormentor of Young Pilots.
Party name of Thorn? Tristran of that set?
DoveWing (talking to LoinBlaze): You got somthing wrong, what you said to ToadStep. You are the hero.
Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace's last name. It was the name of heroes.
The foolish think the Eagle weak, and easy to bring to heel. The Eagle's wings are silken, but its claws are made of steel.
Cedarstar was the first of the nine cats to step forward. He bowed his head to Brokentail and meowed, "I give you a life to live by the warrior code. Remember it well, Brokentail, and let it be your guide. Wiser cats than you or I have lost their way without it.
Aelin of the wildfire.
I'd done such a foolish thing in binding myself to Rhysand. Rhysand, with the wings and talons lurking beneath that beautiful, flawless surface; Rhysand, who could shatter minds. I did it for you, I wanted to shout.
See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Tybalt's what we call 'Cait Sidhe' - the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes."
"Meow," said Tybalt, deadpan.
Oh, alright. You're no fun," he sighed. "My name is Razor."
"What kind of a name is that?"
"It's a nickname."
"What kind of a nickname is that?"
"Spike, Blade, Fang - all the good, deadly objects were already taken. It was the best I could do.