It blinked for a moment, as the feathers of its crest rose to their full, aggressive height, the pupils of its golden eyes dilating to pinpoints as it got used to the light.

I noticed one feather, whose weight was at least one hundred and fifty milligrams, rise perpendicularly to the top of the fence, where it floated away on the wind.

From his shock of black hair a single long feather rose straight and defiantly aloft.

The bedspread was sliced to shreds, and feathers rose from the glass-slashed pillows like snow.

The feathers of Hweeksk's neck ruff rose in agitation.

My feathers rose again.

The feathers along their backs rose stiffly erect as they slunk toward us.

Another feather of vapor rose from one huge nostril.