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Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon
Worship shadows eternity and provides supernatural encouragement.
Gipsies, who every ill can cure,
Except the ill of being poor
Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell,
Who can in hen-roost set a spell,
Prepar'd by arts, to them best known
To catch all feet except their own,
Who, as to fortune, can unlock it,
As easily as pick a pocket.
Sphinxes without secrets.
Human beings, perfected by our own technology. Only to be wielded by the chosen few. Not by the sheep but by those who are better, Those who are willing to make it to the stars through blood.
What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
Thieves, Heretics, and Whores
Smiting enemies has always been so admired that, unlike medicine or archaeology, it entitled its successful practitioners to become kings, emperors, and presidents ...
We are the Allegiant," the voice replies. "And we are many, yet we are no one. . . .
The saviors of the world, society's last hope.
What are you? (a Daimon)
Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
Xander:
It could be witches, some evil witches, which is ridiculous cause witched they were persecuted, women power, love the eatrh, and I'll be over here.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
The Lords of Chaos are
the enemies of Logic,
the jugglers of Truth,
the molders of Beauty
Monarch of earth, I shall confess my secret craft: I've always fought to purify wild flame to light, and kindle whatever light I found to burst in flame.
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Lunar. Cyborg. Fugitive. Outlaw. Outcast.
This destroyer of worlds and creature of wonder.
Careful those who fight with monsters, that they might become monsters themeselves.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
A brigand, a barber, a beggar, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men.
Do you know what they call themselves, all these people?"
Alyss shook her head. How could she know?
"Alyssians." Bibwit spelled it out.
Her heart gave a little jump. Alyssians? No, they ask too much of me. "I don't think I'm ready for all of this," she said.
The horn that wakes the sleepers! The shield that guard the realms of men!
In a city where public executions,duels, fights, magical feuds, and strange events regularly punctuated the daily round, the inhabitants had brought the profession of interested bystander to a peak of perfection. They were, to a man, highly skilled gawpers.
Who do they become when night descends, a cool puff of smoke, and vampires come out to party?
Where no gods are, spectres rule.
All invincible and stuff
But the Butlerians turn fear into violence and panic into a weapon. By creating imaginary problems and raising the specter of nonexistent enemies, they transform common people into a wild herd that destroys everything they do not understand.
Kings of the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons. Stalker stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping the two ever separate.
Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.
[...] the kind of healer who knows that sometimes one must inflict terrible agony - rebreak a bone, carve off a limb, kill the weak - in order to make the whole stronger.
A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure.
The enchanted.
A warrior both disciplined and passionate, his whole being focused in the moment.
The enchanter.
Now he is bending down to her, drinking her cries ...
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
The allegory of blood.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
They're all crazy, Oncat. Invisible armies, monster princes. Let's go set fire to something.
I give you warning. You and your false god cannot stand against the power of Alseiass! Leave now or suffer the consequences! If I call on Alseiass, you will know pain such as you have never felt." "Well, priest, if I take my blade to your fat hide, you'll know some pain yourself!
Who will guard the Guardians?
Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, and age for gods and heroes.
Ut who will guard the guardians?
In the land of badass, you've just been trumped. If Dark-Hunters had inmates, these would be they. Known as the Dogs of War because that's what they thrive on, they're cold-blooded and intolerant. Congratulations, bud, these are your new protectors. (Acheron)
Peaceful Warrior
Bound by Blood, Marked by the Dragonfly.
Beware," the woman in the red lacquer mask said. "Of whom?" "Of all. They shall come day and night to see the wonder that has been born again into the world, and when they see they shall lust. For dragons are fire made flesh, and fire is power.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
Men with wings. Angels of the Apocalypse. Supernatural beings who've pulverized the modern world and killed millions, maybe even billions, of people. And here's one of the horrors, right in front of me.
The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.
The warrior of the night intercedes for the people.
Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.
Men of vision. Oh, I love the fine names men give each other to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
Ordinary men with extraordinary power
Common men with uncommon results
Usual men with unusual anointing
Unschooled mortal men with immortal vision
Weak men with mighty deeds
-Insight for Fruitful Living
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
..but who will guard the guardians?
These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.
It would be the hardcore. The ones who tell Lady Luck to go screw herself. The ones with hearts of stone. The ones who could let a hundred die so one might live. The ones who see the wisdom in torching a village in order to save it. The world was FUBAR now.
The authors of all our misfortune.
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Transformation Ideas are many a penny,executioners are few & lonely;They use their arsenal sharply .to bring out rewards unworldly.
They travel through the night on the wings of heavenly stallions bringing hope and new faith to those left behind. Even though they are free, they never forget their past and spend their lives trying to bring peace to others. (Brotherhood Chanson)
Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
Whom the gods notice they destroy.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
I am become a blade.
With or without our knowledge, we are all alchemists.
This group is known as the watchers. And to be a watcher is a woman's fortune.
He said that last bit as though it was the greatest honor girls like us could ever attain. My thoughts turned grim. It was once considered an honor to be a sacrificial lamb, too.
And they told me to keep watch over a 'lady.'"
I couldn't help but smirk. A lady.
I lunged and defeated her guard.
I was a war mage.
Allegories are, in the realm of thought, what ruins are in the realm of things.
where power intersects with pleasure, there is danger. Adepts
A movement is pioneered by men of words, materialized by fanatics and consolidated by men of action.
Fire and fear, good servants, bad lords.
He who harms living beings is, for that reason, not an ariya (a Noble One); he who does not harm any living being is called an ariya.
amanuensis. A rapt
I'm a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everyone says so."
The Minotaur glanced up at her. "So are we all, dear," said the Minotaur kindly. "The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.
Sneaks, spies, defenders, heroes, masterminds, tenacious bastards - it doesn't matter what you call us. We're the ones who will do whatever it takes to stop those who believe they're entitled to wealth and power at the expense of others."
"The family business," Yelena said, smiling.
upholder of all that surrounds thee. He who
slaying everything within reach in order to quiet the monster that gnaws at their vitals.
The seven Courts of Prythian, each ruled by a High Lord, all of them deadly in their own way. They are not merely powerful-they are Power.
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.
You won't cut my son's throat,' said the Unseelie King, gazing down at Julian with a look of disdain. 'You're a Shadowhunter. You have a code of honor.'
'You're thinking of Shadowhunters the way they used to be,' said Julian. 'I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.
Christians. They're determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones."
The Lady's face hardened. "This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.
Our ailing planet needs spiritual warriors, ones capable of standing up to the Western materialism machine, so we can create sustainable societies that care for their citizens, harmonize with the cycles of nature, and receive and honor the vast healing light that quietly connects us all.
What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
VAMPIRES I see things you can't see WEREWOLVES I find things that hunt you FAERIES I am your protector SHAPESHIFTERS But even I can't protect you now.
Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr
I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One
word. Necromancer.
The with forbidden the death of warriors
Warlocks are dark sorcerers on a dark path. They eat the souls of their enemies to absorb their strength. I haven't gone up against one of them in ... a long time. I didn't think there were any left. - Skulduggery
OATHBREAKERS The Mother will cast her cloak over us all. Come follow the Hunter out onto the plain, Return to the Clan
We're not witches. We're the bogeymen and angels that walk the thin seam of the two worlds, like cats on high-wire beams.
Assassins. Peacekeepers. A secret government that's a two-way mirror.
Those are ever the most ready to do justice to others, who feel that the world has done them justice.
You like being vague, don't you? (Amanda)
It was a choice of being a Dark-Hunter or a prophet. Personally I like the slash-and-kill stuff much more than prayers and the lotus position. (Acheron)
Gods and Thunders!
Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?
These folk are hewers of trees and hunters of beasts; therefore we are their unfriends, and if they will not depart we shall afflict them in all ways that we can.
Where other men blindly follow the truth, Remember, nothing is true.
Where other men are limited by morality or law, Remember, everything is permitted.
We work in the dark to serve the light.
We are assassins.
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.