Quote by Zoraida Córdova

“symbol, rather like a triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.”

— J.K. Rowling

“And then he bent his own neck and put the chain upon it, and at once his head was bowed to the ground with…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“...and once he folded his inky wings on the roof of a temple and laughed aloud at men's notions of the gods.”

— Tanith Lee

“There were no horns sticking out of his head or third eye in between his two gorgeous blue ones. There were only the most…

— L.J. Kentowski

“solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.”

— Cherrie Lynn

“His silver skin laced with his golden blood.”

— William Shakespeare

“I have horns. Horns! And, honestly, they’re the least of my problems. Corpse bloat, stitched-shut lips, and dark-ringed, milk-blind eyes, glowing in the night.…

— Alis Franklin

“I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I…

— Annie Dillard

“He was a thread of gold running straight into the woof of a carpet woven by a madman.”

— Alessandro Baricco

“He looked like some primitive golden god hunted to death.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

“The god of love had shot all his arrows, but could never pierce his heart, till at length he put himself into the bow.”

— Henry Scougal

“Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright…

— J.R.R. Tolkien