White Morph Great Blue Heron Novels & Stories

He’d been navigating it with systematic thoroughness all week — texting first, then contacts, then maps, and this morning he’d discovered the browser and was moving through it with the careful intensity he brought to all new things. “What is this?” he said, angling the phone toward me. Birds of Texas. A Wikipedia article, with photographs. “Great blue heron,” I said, looking at the image he’d stopped on. It stood in shallow water with an expression of total judgment. “It looks like it’s deciding whether something is worth its time,” Reed said. I laughed. “That’s exactly what it looks like. Herons always look like that.”

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

We quickly make our way to the wood craft tent. Barn owls have an angelic heart-shaped white face. The males are more ghostly with white bellies and white feathers streaking their wings falling from brown feathered epaulets. The females are more striking with white faces framed in a coppery red feather. Dappled brown and red body with a white belly splattered with copper red and brown feathers.

I adore its primordial nature's wildness, and I can readily appreciate the extension of its networks, which makes me wonder how far they spread. I observed a heron on the water as I walked down a green path. I went completely still. We locked gazes right away. The shape of the bird drew my attention. It stood perfectly still in the bayou, long, slim, and rigid. I was put into a trance by its birdies. It was there, in blue and gray, atop the low water. I ventured around it until I noticed that there's already something wrong.

We all did as she instructed, leaving Mylannes all by herself near the edge of the rug. Madam Dro continued: “This lovely little thing is our most recent graduate from the Ward of the northern wing. She is young, she is nimble, she is oh so generous with her warmth, and maiden Threwon tells me she is a delight to anyone she graces with her presence, as I’m sure you all are feeling already.” Her words stirred up the assembly. A few of them rocked forward on their seats with interested expressions on their faces; the rest showed less interest, though all of their eyes were now watching her intently. Only Jinete, near the front, seemed to have no interest whatsoever.

David Riches, the skipper shouted, puffing thoughtfully on the stump of a hand-rolled cigarette. And there she was. Three hundred feet of sheer black cliff streaked with white, rising out of the straight sea in front of us. Almost in that same moment, as the mist cleared, splinters of sunlight fell through the fissures in the cloud and the glistening rock was thrown into an instant projection of sharply contrasting light and shade. I saw what looked like snow blowing in a steady stream from the peak before I realized that the snowflakes were birds. Fabulous white birds with blue-black wingtips and yellow heads, a wingspan of nearly two metres. Gannets. Thousands of them, filling the sk

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

She looked extremely young with strawberry blond hair and an extremely curvy figure. "You've healed. I wonder what it is you would become. I've never seen anyone who's been bitten by a werewolf and a vampire. It better be worth my time because I canceled my plans because of this," she grumbled. "I'm Maxine, I'm sure you remember me from last night."