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The anvil breaks a legion of hammers - by quietly bearing their blows.
A flat black bug, that is London.
A charming arsehole, isn't that what they're called?
voluptuous sluggard,
Dante, or the hyena that writes poetry in tombs.
Ulick Norman Owen.
anonymous mystery
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
Rememberatorium),
There was the sky, filled with flat-topped clouds, cruising like a fleet of anvils across the blue. George
I think I'll call you Cygnus," Chelsea said.
"The swan?" I said. A bit precious, but it could have been worse.
She shook her head. "Black hole. Cygnus X-1.
The other two guys sat down. "I'm Gavin Strick," the kid in the Anthrax T-shirt said. "This here's Edward Vaugh, but everyone calls him U.V."
"As in sunlight," U.V. said with a white-toothed grin. "'Cause I get so much of it.
What is your name?" I asked, voice hoarse.
"Alexandria," she repeated in a soft voice I'd never heard Alex use in real life.
"And who am I?"
"Aiden." She smiled, and I flinched. "You are my Master.
I'm Magnus." He smiled, showing blinding white teeth.
"Magnus Bane."
"Are we long-lost friends, by any chance?" Simon said.
"Just wondering."
"No, we never got along all that well," said Magnus.
"Long-lost acquaintances? Compadres? My cat liked you.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely.
I believe in you.
My anxiety faded.
I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room.
Who was I to do this?
I was Adrian Ivashkov.
And I was about to kick some ass.
Another words, aWords-- Barry Ford
Evan's gaze fell on the massive form in the middle of the courtyard. He jabbered incoherently, pointing at the huge monster, sure it was another demon.
Arnvar hastily informed him to, "Sssh and stop pointing. He's just an orc."
Just an Orc!
Is Adrian here?"
"Who?"
"Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes."
She frowned. "Do you mean Jet?"
"I ... I'm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?"
The girl nodded sagely. "Yup. You must mean Jet.
ALEXAS
Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
Who so pulleth out this sword from this stone and anvil is trueborn King of all Britain.
It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company
for he did all the talking.
I have a girlfriend, Kayn. Her name is Chloe. She just doesn't know it yet, He smiled; he couldn't help himself, he knew it irritated her to no end. (The Children of Ankh series)
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Alpha of the Vltava Pack. Been around since the Middle fucking Ages. Apparently a baker-of all the sodding things for a fearsome Alpha to be. We are glad we don't have to tell people our Alpha is a motherehumping baker.
And now, Anubis, I find you in this den of iniquity, this morass of questionable behavior, this ... this
'
'School?
Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
It looks like an asylum landed here," Andrew quipped, poking his head out of Oliver's pocket. "Ooh, I spot an ass-shaped tent."
"What? Seriously?" Sophie said, surprised. However, she was quick to look away. "Oh. You meant that kind of ass. Jeez, Andrew.
We must name the eminent and fascinating Prince N. - once the vanquisher of female hearts all over Europe.
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
So you're the infamous Acheron. (Amanda)
Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (Acheron)
Aden had only ever had one true friend, someone he knew would fight for him and with him regardless of whether he held any power or not. The others in the squad he trusted, but Vasic occupied an entirely different place in his life, until it was as if their blood was the same.
Jason Alan Crest, nice to meet you."
Alexis took his hand and shook it, "Alexis Amora Anderson, nice to meet you, too."
"All A's, huh?" Jason asked quirking his eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, parents. What can you do?" Alexis said, giggling, again.
Anekico ler aracnia"
~Victory to the spider
"Ki mi ypomonitikosi teleson semerie"
~And today my patience ends
Dukhoborcheskaya
A dainty rogue in porcelain
Knight of the Ill-Favored Face.
a squatter in the ruins of empire,
It was part of the dichotomy of Alec that had caught Magnus unaware and left him fascinated - that Alec seemed old for his age, serious and responsible, and yet that he approached the world with a tender wonder that made all things new. Alec was a warrior who brought Magnus peace.
Adam Antonovich's father was a tubby tyrant with a triple chin and chinks where his eyes should have been. All his life he had amassed money. In old age he had exchanged it for space; his estates grew, grew and swelled.
("Adam")
Majorian presents the welcome discovery of a great and heroic character, such as sometimes arise, in a degenerate age, to vindicate the honor of the human species.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
A charming fellow, and so clever: he models himself on me.
A mind that is charmed by false appearances refuses better things.
[Lat., Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat.]
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
Un homme qui lit, ou qui pense, ou qui calcule, appartient a' l'espe' ce et non au sexe; dans ses meilleurs moments, il e chappe me me a' l'humain. A person who reads or thinks or calculates, belongs to a kind and not to a gender; in his or her best moments, he or she escapes being human.
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
(whose initials were probably OCTAVIAN).
A Voice from I Don't Know WhereVoice-- Mary Oliver
Robin is a handsome ephebic boy, usually shown in his uniform with bare legs. He is buoyant with energy and devoted to nothing on earth or in interplanetary space as much as to Bruce Wayne. He often stands with his legs spread, the genital region discreetly evident.
CHAPTER XLV THE TRUSTY AGENT
P33- the son of an english lord and an english lady nursed at the breast of kala, the great ape.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
The strong>ststrong>illness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distrong>ststrong>ance.
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 feel like you're always trying to sneak into my mind. You're like Peter Pan - always climbing in windows and causing trouble."
She scrunched up her nose. "Did you really just call med Peter Pan?"
"I've called you worse." I eased the car into traffic.
"A llama," she said. "I loved that.
DANCER ELIAS GARRICK
"NEVER THE SIDEKICK, ALWAYS THE HERO. I'LL SEE YOU IN THE SLIPSTREAM.
Jane Austen Emma
[A] planet, wholly inhabited by spiders, (which is very possible)
Jorinda and Jorindel
Philo of Alexandria,
Artemis simple-toon
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
What's that?"
"Jane!" Gansey said joyfully.
Adam said, "It's a wizard in a box."
"It will do your homework," Noah added.
"And it's been dating your girlfriend," Ronan finished.
Blue scowled. "Are you all drunk?
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
Heroine: girl who is perfectly charming to live with, in a book.
Percy, we're going to Polyphemus' island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k ... a C-y-k ... " She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. "You know what I mean!
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Alecto was the oldest, unceasing in anger. Magaera was next, retaliator of jealousy, and Tisiphone, the last, regarded as the avenger of murder.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
Agatha Christie n. A silent, putrid fart committed by someone in this very room, and only one person knows whodunnit.
Arithmancy looks
Sophokles is a playwright fascinated in general by people who say no, people who resist compromise, people who make stumbling blocks of themselves, like Antigone or Ajax.
Baghra," Nikolai said, "how are you this evening?"
"Still old and blind," she snarled.
"And charming," Nikolai drawled. "Never forget charming."
"Whelp."
"Hag."
"What do you want, pest?
Alec Wilkinson is a spare, clear, and lucid writer who works in stylistic simplicity with material that is not simple at all.
Perry Johansson.
I want to introduce you to Jay, a 'bus-conductor and an idealist. She is not the heroine, but the most constantly apparent woman in this book. I cannot introduce you to a heroine because I have never met one.
The Alexandrian man, who is basically a librarian and copy editor and goes miserably blind from the dust of books and printing errors.
Schoolboy, a teenager, with a teenager's innocence and
a virtuous person,
Only one president in this book was a supervillain. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Chester A. Arthur, the Lex Luthor of the American Presidency.
It's a stage name," said Arthur, impatiently. "Like Madonna."
"No, Madonna's actual name is Madonna," pointed out Merlin.
"Oh my God, stop flaunting your Big Gay Knowledge Of Pop,
Florence Nightendick
Rolf Ekeus, his appearance can deceive. He looks somewhere between an international diplomat and a mad professor. He's got that sort of shock of white hair and a slightly absent-minded way of speaking. But he's extremely sharp and very serious about power relationships.
Six Characters in Search of an Author.
You like Superman?"
I shrugged, "He lacks the boyish charm of Spiderman, but he's alright."
"I'm like Superman."
I rolled my eyes. "This should be good. And who am I? Louis Lane?"
A solemn shake of his head, and then his hands were tangling in my hair. "You're kryptonite.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
kind. It was the most singular, and almost the most touching and melancholy exile that fancy can imagine. - One of
Identify yourselves. You on the left, who are you?"
"My name is Gagaril," the man said.
"I'm sorry," Lightsong said.
The man flushed. "I was named after my father, Your Grace."
"After he what? Spent an unusual amount of time at the local tavern?
Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men - because she'd cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
The surly orphan of American politics ... the grim joker in the deck, whose nightrider candidacy [is] a rough approximation of the potential for an American fascism. People
You've gone drinking?" Ashton asked.
"She was quite the lushington the other night. But don't worry, I took her home okay."
"You took me to the basement to go hunting for vicious killer automata."
"Well, yeah, but it was at home.
I knew you'd come around" Bain mused.
"Excuse me?" Izzy asked irritated by his smug tone, but she had been totally checking him out.
"You see something you like sweetheart, I can tell." He smirked.
"You are incredibly arrogant" she accused.
"True.
Jane Fairfax is a very charming young woman - but not even Jane Fairfax is perfect. She has a fault. She has not the open temper which a man would wish for in a wife. Emma
what would you call this haircut?"
arthur.
An Aesthetic Saint
By August 2008, we had left Voikovskaya and moved into a wooden dacha in the artists' colony of Sokol in north-west Moscow. The house was a haven amid the madness of the city: lily of the valley grew near our front gate, Virginia creeper decked the green picket fence.