Skinwalker Quotes

“I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.”
― Faith Hunter, Skinwalker

“Suppose I tell you to fuck off."
"I will no longer be in a playful mood," it purred. "I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses andtales of terror”
― Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

“She remembers blood.
A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything. Near the fire, in the night, all she knows is chaos wrapped in crimson. All is death and nightmare with a single solitary dancer who smiles cruelly as he moves. He is power and darkness. He is man and beast, silver coin eyes and that face, those claws and the agony of loss.
Time stretches wide; seconds like vast eons swallow up her world. Vince is dead, his mother, his brother and her small son ripped apart and gushing as he/it moves. She is screaming, a howl of agony beyond words, primal and wordless. Still he moves, faster than air, faster than she could ever be. Blood drips from her face as she grunts, running with her lungs on fire and her last remaining hope wrapped in her arms.”
― Amanda M. Lyons, Wendy Won't Go

“Skinwalker Supper by Stewart Stafford

Savage roaring in the night,
The pack's hierarchy shifts,
Listen close as the wolf yelps,
Are now a shaman's chant.

Lupine hymns to Luna Regina,
Breeding pairs and rogue males,
The shaman makes his potion,
In flickering campfire flames.

Smearing the odorous mixture,
Across his body in peyote trance,
The medicine man shapeshifts,
A skinwalker's nocturnal rampage.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford