From Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn, my favorite lines of description ever (about a harpy):
"She glittered, but to look at her was to feel the light going out of the sky."
"A bloodshot moon burst out of the clouds, and the unicorn saw her—swollen gold, her streaming hair kindling, the cold, slow wings shaking the cage. "
"...and out of the wreckage the harpy bloomed, terrible and free, screaming, her hair swinging like a sword. The moon withered and fled."
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Date: 10/24/07 11:06 pm (UTC)"She glittered, but to look at her was to feel the light going out of the sky."
"A bloodshot moon burst out of the clouds, and the unicorn saw her—swollen gold, her streaming hair kindling, the cold, slow wings shaking the cage. "
"...and out of the wreckage the harpy bloomed, terrible and free, screaming, her hair swinging like a sword. The moon withered and fled."