Expensive leather from reptiles

Usage examples of snakeskin.

The aspiring witchman glided noiselessly across the room, like one of the creatures for whom he seemed to have such affinity, and looking, in snakeskin cape and Ray-Ban sunglasses, like a Hollywood Boulevard vampire.

His talons connected several times with something that felt like snakeskin, tearing through it to the flesh beneath, and he clenched any time he was able to, so that he might rend away a chunk of meat.

Thanks to a passing waiter, she nursed a champagne cocktail as she studied a pair of stunning snakeskin evening sandals.

A somewhat seedy looking boy, perhaps a disfavored son from one of the lesser Houses, engaged a cobbler in conversation while a confederate opened his voluminous mantle to slip an expensive pair of snakeskin boots inside.

He had found a wad of pages from a glossy magazine, a knife, a folded plastic-protected map, a plastic straw and a handworked snakeskin pouch heavy with crystalline cocaine.

Murphy eyed the new snakeskin bandolier with its three quickwood stabbing-points across Valentine's chest.

His miserable eyes wandered around the room to worms, deer embryos, rhinoceros beetles, termite eggs and dog intestines suspended in formaldehyde, and butterflies and snakeskins pinned to boards.

He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.

His had a fringe of snakeskins tacked to the roofpoles, at least thirty of them.

An identical mess carpeted the dirt, and Ray’s shelter remained intact, the fringe of rotting snakeskins still hanging from the roofpoles—but that was not what had drawn my attention.

They looked like snakeskins, he thought uneasily: silver serpent hides that were stiff and dry yet also shiny and bright.

They did appear to be snakeskins with scale patterns, but the material was of a light metal.

So far his men had found an amazing assortment of junkold maps, charts, snakeskins, boxes of teeth, disgusting unidentifiable organs pickled in centuries-old alcoholbut not one thing that resembled an actual clue.

Images of autumn leaves and molted snakeskins at the novel's close signal mystical death and rebirth, the theme of the Grail legends.

Parker went over to the foot of the bed, seeing the clothing scattered all around the room like used snakeskins on a hot rock, and rapped the gun barrel against the brass footboard.