"The Living shall not be put to Death," thus the catechism says. A magus walks out in mist, into nothingness, and so perishes! Pah! What punishment is that compared to being turned to living stone? Wearing out the ageless days of your existence, gnawed at always by wind and water and the memories of what it was to be alive!
— Anya, Forging the Darksword
No one carves statues of frightened warriors. If you see one, keep your eyes closed and your ears open.
— X the Mystic's 4th Rule of Dungeon Survival, Dungeons & Dragons
Crichton: After we're married, and I mean right after we're married, they turn us into statues.
D'Argo: (wearily) That. Is. Fascinating.
Crichton: Excellent. D'Argo discovers science.
D'Argo: To what purpose?
Crichton: (shakily) Governing continuity; they screw with our molecular structure, turn us into pigeon perches, and we preside over their senate or whatever the hell they call it for eighty cycles.
D'Argo: As a statue?
Crichton: Yeah. And we can see, we can hear, don't ask me how. And we're supposed to absorb every single facet of their governmental system; that way when Mom and Pops finally kick it, we rule.
D'Argo: (wearily) That. Is. Fascinating.
Crichton: Excellent. D'Argo discovers science.
D'Argo: To what purpose?
Crichton: (shakily) Governing continuity; they screw with our molecular structure, turn us into pigeon perches, and we preside over their senate or whatever the hell they call it for eighty cycles.
D'Argo: As a statue?
Crichton: Yeah. And we can see, we can hear, don't ask me how. And we're supposed to absorb every single facet of their governmental system; that way when Mom and Pops finally kick it, we rule.
— Farscape, "Look At The Princess,"
Dawn take you all, and be stone to you!
— Gandalf, The Hobbit
To stone with you!
— Vaati, The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap
Does the stone mimic life, or did it once live?
Did you miss me, Celestia? I missed you. It's quite lonely being encased in stone. But you wouldn't know that, would you? Because I don't turn ponies into stone!
Together forever! I can't think of anything that they would want less!
— Discord on the final fate of Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
He asked me how I'd rather go,
To burn with the fire or freeze in the snow
Well, I'd rather go painful and alone
Than be a prophet turned to stone!
To burn with the fire or freeze in the snow
Well, I'd rather go painful and alone
Than be a prophet turned to stone!
Huh? I feel like I've been at the beach. Huh? I forgot I'm not stuck in sand, I'm stuck in cement!
To make matters worse, the water is cooling the magma... causing it stick to me like a second skin!
I mean, Bizarros have the opposite powers of Kryptonians, right? That means if Kryptonians have a kind of vision that lets them see completely through things... then that means... that means... that means Bizarros have vision that makes things completely solid!
Prison Guard: "Escape? Ha, Ha! Forge it, Luthor! Take a look at what our H-3 ray gun did to the last bunch of cons who tried to get away!"
Lex Luthor: "That ray must've turned them to solid crystal!"
Lex Luthor: "That ray must've turned them to solid crystal!"
"Look! Nomed is pouring Supergirl a drink! I recognize that foaming green potion! It's a forbidden brew! That will turn her into a gold statue, permanently!"
—Endor, "The Super-Steed of Steel"
In the second of these encounters, Trigon had turned most of the heroes of Earth to stone. That was what he was doing now, and not all the magical power of the many mages in their company nor all the science-based might of the other heroes was able to stop him. Dr. Fate, Halo, Captain Atom, Green Arrow, Batman, all the rest, all the heroes, all the villains, all of them were petrified in their tracks.
Talbot: I thought Creel was dead.
Coulson: He's turned to stone, but he could always do that, so I'm not sure how long it'll hold.
Coulson: He's turned to stone, but he could always do that, so I'm not sure how long it'll hold.
Revel to your very core... in my... eternal... curse...
—Melbu Frahma, The Legend of Dragoon
'"Your sniveling is neither amusing nor an excuse. As a servant of Shalast, you rightly understand that you are held to certain expectations. Failure in your duties extends beyond yourself, affecting your family, your countrymen, and this realm at large. Yet, no one feels your inadequacies more keenly than myself.
"As your ineptitudes have stolen something precious from me, I will repay you in turn. I seem to recall that you have seven sons, Arrdual of Vadan. Therefore, for each gold coin you have misaccounted, one of your children will be brought to the Pinnacle of Avarice. There, his flesh will be transmuted into the same gold you seem to place so little value upon.
"But fear not, Vaultkeeper, your children will be returned to you — and of greater value than ever before. Their gilded flesh will be a new monument set within Vadan's square — an enduring reminder of precision's necessity, and that all things within this domain belong to me."
"As your ineptitudes have stolen something precious from me, I will repay you in turn. I seem to recall that you have seven sons, Arrdual of Vadan. Therefore, for each gold coin you have misaccounted, one of your children will be brought to the Pinnacle of Avarice. There, his flesh will be transmuted into the same gold you seem to place so little value upon.
"But fear not, Vaultkeeper, your children will be returned to you — and of greater value than ever before. Their gilded flesh will be a new monument set within Vadan's square — an enduring reminder of precision's necessity, and that all things within this domain belong to me."
—Karzoug the Claimer, Runelord of Greed, Pathfinder
"If you get yourself turned to stone, you are grounded for a week. No TV, no dessert, and no trips to the range. Do I make myself clear?"
— Evelyn Baker, InCryptid
A handprint, golden and lined with burning light, glimmered against the charcoal of Xornoth's neck. Scott gaped, his breath coming in labored pants—his handprint. Clearer than on Jimmy’s shoulder, but his touch all the same.
Except this one grew.
Even as he watched, the handprint expanded and spread, the fiery outline losing its form and burning across Xornoth’s chest and arms and neck like the frontline of a wildfire. The demon’s eyes widened in panic, and he clawed at the spreading gold, gouging deep gashes in his skin that instantly sealed over with molten light.
"Champion?" Xornoth looked up at him, eyes wide and panicked, and for the first time, Scott caught a glimpse of the elven boy underneath the corruption. Terror dimmed his fire, and his eyes went wide, pleading. "Champion—Alinar? Stop this, please!" He stumbled forward, tripping to his knees, and reached a hand out towards Scott, movements slow and jerky. Scott flinched away, sickened.
"Please," Xornoth begged, the gold creeping up his jaw and over the blackened horns that protruded from his skull. "Please, stop! Ali—"
The gold overtook his face, freezing the name on his lips.
Except this one grew.
Even as he watched, the handprint expanded and spread, the fiery outline losing its form and burning across Xornoth’s chest and arms and neck like the frontline of a wildfire. The demon’s eyes widened in panic, and he clawed at the spreading gold, gouging deep gashes in his skin that instantly sealed over with molten light.
"Champion?" Xornoth looked up at him, eyes wide and panicked, and for the first time, Scott caught a glimpse of the elven boy underneath the corruption. Terror dimmed his fire, and his eyes went wide, pleading. "Champion—Alinar? Stop this, please!" He stumbled forward, tripping to his knees, and reached a hand out towards Scott, movements slow and jerky. Scott flinched away, sickened.
"Please," Xornoth begged, the gold creeping up his jaw and over the blackened horns that protruded from his skull. "Please, stop! Ali—"
The gold overtook his face, freezing the name on his lips.
— Everything Turns to Gold, Chapter 25, "who can you trust"
