Spell-bound

Spell-bound and motionless, I could neither speak nor move to avert the impending destruction; and still the noise grew louder, and the King came closer, when I awoke to find the breakfast-bell recalling me to the realities of Flatland.

Flatland: a romance of many dimensions 2006

Spell-bound and spell-ridden, for most of them that arrow came as a blessing, taking them out of Ancar's hands and on to a place where their loved ones were probably already waiting.

Owlflight Lackey, Mercedes 1997

It was very difficult for a person who had heard Linnet's "Pearls and Posies" to think of Gazners as "cold-blooded" for instance-or Wren's own "Spell-bound Captive" to believe that Elves truly had no souls.

The Robin And The Kestrel Lackey, Mercedes 1993

Spell-bound he had stood there, gazing at the girl as if bewitched.

A Little Rebel A Novel

Spell-bound, she listened to its close, never stirring from her tracks till a group of people passed near, then slowly walking on, you might have heard her talking again to herself: --

The King's Daughter and Other Stories for Girls Various

Spell-bound he stood, while his face was upturned and his eyes were fixed on the lady.

The Cryptogram A Novel James De Mille

Spell-bound, heart-broken, she gazes at him for a minute, and then hastily, though with the tenderest reverence, she hides away his face.

Molly Bawn Margaret Wolfe Hamilton

Spell-bound and quivering with excitement, the Water Rat followed the Adventurer league by league, over stormy bays, through crowded roadsteads, across harbour bars on a racing tide, up winding rivers that hid their busy little towns round a sudden turn; and left him with a regretful sigh planted at his dull inland farm, about which he desired to hear nothing.

The Wind in the Willows 1908

Spell-bound and quivering with excitement, the Water Rat followed the Adventurer league by league, over stormy bays, through crowded roadsteads, across harbour bars on a racing tide, up winding rivers that hid their busy little towns round a sudden turn; and left him with a regretful sigh planted at his dull inland farm, about which he desired to hear nothing.

The Wind in the Willows Kenneth Grahame 1895

Spell-bound and motionless, I could neither speak nor move to avert the impending destruction; and still the noise grew louder, and the King came closer, when I awoke to find the breakfast-bell recalling me to the realities of Flatland.

Flatland: a romance of many dimensions (Illustrated) Edwin Abbott Abbott 1882