What is "transfixed"

Usage examples of "transfixed".

Felessan gently righted the little beast and then stood transfixed, the expression on his exultant face plainly visible to his friends as Impression was made.

When she gave him the sketch of himself standing like a prince on black-lava ramparts, he had been transfixed by the drawing.

A bolt of violent desire transfixed his body and dragged a raw sound from deep in his chest.

Aygar's single word broke Kai's transfixed gaze from the screen to the Iretan's presence.

Thaniel passed a hand over his eyes, rubbing them, before he peered again at the empty space that transfixed Rusty.

Looking up from his circumspect movements, Jaxom, too, was transfixed by what had stunned the harper.

She only wished that she could somehow have seen the view of Pern which had so transfixed them.

The steward saw the long streaks in the sky and stood as transfixed by the sight as everyone else.

She sagged against the wall and slid down it while Wintrow stood transfixed in horror.

Leslie stares transfixed into darkness, utter pitch-blackness where there'd been, an instant before, such light.

Jinx stands across the street as if transfixed, arms crossed on his chest and hands gripped tight under his armpits, staring, fearful of seeing here in the unsparing overhead sunshine what he suddenly realizes he has been seeing in dreams: Little Red Garlock living as big and brash as he'd ever been, pushing through that ratty screen door, pedaling past on a bicycle too small for his ham sized legs and haunches.

Never has Graice Courtney had so much food set before her in her lifetime, never has she felt so transfixed, so dazed, so.

Graice Courtney turns quickly to walk in the opposite direction but somehow it happens she blinks: he's there one of them is on the sidewalk grinning, blocking her way basketball style and when she turns like a trapped animal there's another, gangly limbed and antic, reefer happy, blocking her way so she's transfixed, thinking, Don't struggle, don't resist then they won't kill you but when the playful black boys grab her and drag her into the back seat of the already moving car she loses control, she's weeping and hysterical suddenly, screaming, kicking, pummeling with her fists sprawled helplessly and gracelessly across their laps, three of them jammed in the back as the car guns off, tires squealing, and there's wild laughter as their hands run over her in amazed delight, fingers deft and hard, there's a smell of sweet acrid smoke and cheap wine and they're grabbing her breasts, squeezing, sticking their fingers into her, into her crotch, she's panicked, squirming like a maddened eel, screaming and sobbing.

Irrationally and fiercely she hated him for the way he had transfixed her, the way he'd made her feel she was someone special and interesting, then turned away as if she were nothing.

He leaned forward a little, and the intensity of his voice transfixed her.