Wait in secret

Usage examples of lurk.

Those eyes grew and became gigantic, and in them the Cimmerian glimpsed the reality of all the abysmal and blasphemous horrors that lurk in the outer darkness of formless voids and nighted gulfs.

Shamesey camp, Ancel Harper recognized the threat lurking about the edges of the message.

Just, Asey thought, as if she had no business being in the kitchen, and rather suspected a King Cobra to be lurking in a corner, to boot.

She was very well aware that Asterion lurked somewhere, and, after the mistakes of the past life, Swanne was not going to make another ill-considered move until she knew precisely where Asterion was and what power he commanded.

An hour or so later, during one of the brief adjournments, a pock-faced cniht summoned the atheling to his father, who had gone outside for some air and was now lurking in a shadowy corner near the kitchens.

They could see no sign of trouble, but the Birder assured them there were small groups of ill doers lurking just out of sight.

Behind her blemishless, biosculpted features, lurked the hideous truth that beauty was only skin deep--it did not make her better, smarter, or more noble.

Twice during the night he awoke to the feeling of a lurking presence somewhere close byas if someone were prowling around outside.

Go back to where the Dark lurks in the hills round Cader Idris in the realm of the Grey King, where others wait in black hope like yourself.

Was Cailleach changing her voice, deliberately, to fool some lurking fairies or trolls?

Though the peaks and high valleys still wore their smooth mantles of white, spring was lurking in the Carag Huim.

We found a cavelet well hidden behind tumbled stone, and when we had found the place, Chance asked that Didir look around us to see if anyone lurked.

Saturday and Saturday night came and passed, and Alfred Stevens did not appear, a lurking dread that would not be chidden or kept down, continued to rise within her soul, which, without assuming any real form or decisive speech, was yet suggestive of complete overthrow and ruin.

That valley we must cross, it is not too deep, but there are woodlands and meadows where les Criards may lurk, probably a river to cross, and the terrain will be rougher than that of the Fungus Forest.

Working through wicked airs and deadly dews That make the laden robber grin askance At the good places in his black romance, And the poor, loitering harlot rather choose Go pinched and pined to bed Than lurk and shiver and curse her wretched way From arch to arch, scouting some threepenny prey.