Previous Quote

P.J. Parker Quotes

Next Quote
Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight. - Quote by P.J. Parker

Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

P.J. Parker
Copy LinkCopy Link
Copy QuoteCopy Quote
Copy ImageCopy Image
Download Image of QuoteDownload Image

About The Quote

Related Authors

More Quotes From P.J. Parker

I have created something and let it loose upon the world. Whether it was my right to do so or not, I cannot say. At times I am filled with love for my creation. At others I am filled with regret and horror. But it is done. It has been created.
P.J. Parker
One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth.
P.J. Parker
We the People . . . The People of the Long House.
P.J. Parker
The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.
P.J. Parker
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.
P.J. Parker
This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.
P.J. Parker
Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?
P.J. Parker
The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time,” Chaco whispered to himself.
P.J. Parker
Report Quote Report Quote Report Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote