Shape Shifter Quotes

“All night, I thought about that walk. The touch of the forest tickled my skin long after, while the scent lingered in my nostrils. It was unlike anything back home. There was a feeling in the atmosphere I couldn't shake--something that was trying to draw me back. I felt alive in that forest. --His Name is Moonlight”
― Kellie Thacker

“I felt empowered by him, as if his very existence manipulated the balance of my nature from a shy little girl to wonder woman.”
― Kellie Thacker, His Name is Moonlight

“I'm going to tell you something I probably shouldn't.”
― Kellie Thacker, His Name is Moonlight

“You would have only seen a skittish young deer jumping through the forest, having no idea it was a little girl.”
― Kellie Thacker, His Name is Moonlight

“He heard the news long before her scent reached him. Brandt Talbot shrank into the heavy vegetation, his chest tight and his body taut with sudden anticipation. She was here at long last. In his domain. Within his grasp. It had been a long hunt to find her, nearly impossible, yet he managed it. He had deliberately lured her to his lair and she had come.”
― Christine Feehan, The Awakening

“Please,' I breathed. 'My father-'

'Your father?' He lifted his stare to the gates behind me, and his growl rumbled through me as he bared his teeth. 'Why don't you look again?' He released me.

I staggered back a step, whirling, sucking in a breath to tell my father to run, but-

But he wasn't there. Only a pale bow and a quiver of pale arrows remained, propped up against the gates. Mountain ash. They hadn't been there moments before, hadn't-

They rippled, as if they were nothing but water- and then the bow and quiver became a large pack, laden with supplies. Another ripple- and there were my sisters, huddled together, weeping.

My knees buckled. 'What is...' I didn't finish the question. My father now stood there, still hunched and beckoning. A flawless rendering.

'Weren't you warned to keep your wits about you?' Tamlin snapped. 'That your human senses would betray you?' He stepped beyond me and let out a snarl so vicious that whatever the thing was by the gates shimmered with light and darted out as fast as lightning streaking through the dark.

'Fool,' he said to me, turning. 'If you're ever going to run away, at least do it in the daytime.' He stared me down, and the fangs slowly retracted. The claws remained. 'There are worse things than the Bogge prowling these woods at night. That thing at the gates isn't one of them- and it would have taken a good while devouring you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“A breeze announced his arrival- and I turned from the table toward the long hall, to the open glass doors to the garden.

I'd forgotten how huge he was in this form- forgotten the curled horns and lupine face, the bearlike body that moved with feline fluidity. His green eyes glowed in the darkness, fixing on me, and as the doors snicked shut behind him, the clicking of claws on marble filled the hall. I stood still- not daring to flinch, to move a muscle.

He limped slightly. And in the moonlight, dark, shining stains were left in his wake.

He continued toward me, stealing the air from the entire hell. He was so big that the space felt cramped, like a cage. The scrape of claw, a huff of uneven breathing, the dripping of blood.

Between one step and the next, he changed forms, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the blinding flash. When at last my eyes adjusted to the returning darkness, he was standing in front of me.

Standing, but- not quite there. No sign of the baldric, or his knives. His clothes were in shreds- long, vicious slashes that made me wonder how he wasn't gutted and dead. BUt the muscled skin peered out beneath his shirt was smooth, unharmed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out. While your Tamlin prefers fur, I find wings and talons to be more entertaining.'

A lick of cold kissed down my spine. 'Can you shift now, or did she take that, too?'

'So many questions from a little human.'

But the darkness that hovered around him began to writhe and twist and flare as he rose to his feet. I blinked, and it was done.

I lifted the iron poker, just a little bit.

'Not a full shift, you see,' Rhysand said, clicking the black razor-sharp talons that had replaced his fingers. Below the knee, darkness stained his skin- but talons also gleamed in lieu of toes. 'I don't particularly like yielding wholly to my baser side.'

Indeed, it was still Rhysand's face, his powerful male body, but flaring out behind him were massive black membranous wings- like a bat's, like the Attor's. He tucked them in neatly behind him, but the single claw at the apex of each peeked over his broad shoulders. Horrific, stunning- the face of a thousand nightmares and dreams. That again-useless part of me stirred at the sight, the way the candlelight shone through the wings, illuminating the veins, the way it bounced off his talons.

Rhysand rolled his neck, and it all vanished in a flash- the wings, the talons, the feet, leaving only the male behind, well-dressed and unruffled. 'No attempts at flattery?'

I had made a very, very big mistake in offering my life to him.

But I said. 'You have a high-enough opinion of yourself already. I doubt the flattery of a little human matters much to you.'

He let out a low laugh that slid along my bones, warming my blood. 'I can't decide whether I should consider you admirable or very stupid for being so bold with a High Lord.'

Only around him did I have trouble keeping my mouth shut, it seemed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“First the shadows started- plumes of them from his back.

And then, as if his rage loosened his grip on that beast he'd once told me he hated to yield to, those wings became flesh.

Great, beautiful, brutal wings, membranous and clawed like a bat's, dark as night and strong as hell. Even the way he stood seemed altered- steadier, grounded. Like some final piece of him had clicked into place. But Rhysand's voice was still midnight-soft...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I heard one of them talk about how they wanted to make a cloak out of my fur,' Delano said from where he rode to our right. His brows were furrowed. 'My fur should be reserved for something far more luxurious than a cloak. I bit him extra hard for that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire