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I have gazed on the face of Agamemnon,
Oh, hello there. I'm Aeron Lore. You might recognise me from scenes such as sexually assaulting Leo, or trespassing in Leo's apartment and assaulting her again.
So you're the infamous Acheron. (Amanda)
Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (Acheron)
Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"
She dragged a hand through her hair. [ ... ]
"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ... ," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.
And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?"
"La luna," she said with a smile.
"Then I shall be la notte to your moon" Archer lifted the hard black mask he held and slipped it over his thinner silk one
Prince Achilles! Aristos Achaion! As
Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.
I regard the tale of Arwen and Aragorn as the most important of the Appendices [in Lord of The Rings]; it is part of the essential story, and is only placed so, because it could not be worked into the main narrative without destroying its structure ...
[From letter 181]
Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Spiderpaw, from this moment you will be known as Spiderleg.
Even without his robes an arahant is recognized simply by the effect his metta has in a crowd.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
And what?" Arranulf yawned.
"How did it go?"
"How did what go?"
"Don't play with my feet, as we say in Ramaldah. You were seen, Landemere.
You haven't asked me about Arin," Roshar said as he rode alongside him.
"What?"
"The tiger. Not the surly human.
...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid.
How shall a man judge what to do in such times?'
'As he ever has judged,' said Aragorn. 'Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear ... It is a man's part to discern them, as much in th Golden Wood as in his own house.
In the old legends, Arachne had gotten into trouble because of pride. She'd bragged about her tapestries being better than Athena's, which had led to Mount Olympus's first reality TV punishment program: 'So You Think You Can Weave Better Than a Goddess?' Arachne had lost in a big way.
This girl had fought Aeduan - tricked him and broken his spine. She had battled city guards and faced cleaved Poisonwitches head-on, yet never had Aeduan seen her show fear.
ALEXAS
Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood.
Have you come to save me at last, Aelin Galathynius?
You will die a worse death if you do not leave my domain," a voice thundered down from the third story of the old tenement. "I am a servant of the Sacred Fire, the wielder of the flame of Arnor - " "So I should call you Gandalf?
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.
It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. Aelin
Ayden saw me and his body slumped. "Oh, thank God." "Please," Matthias said. "I told you she's too hard to kill." "Aww," I said. "Thank you." Matthias offered me a sweet smile. "Just like a cockroach."
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
With their whips of flames they smote asunder the webs of Ungoliant. - The Silmarillion
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
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
amanuensis. A rapt
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Hei! Aa-shanta 'nygh! You are off! Send back earth's gods to their haunts on unknown Kadath, and pray to all space that you may never meet me in my thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos.
Amani." My eyes flew open. Jin was standing in the gates to Fahali. His face cleared as he saw me, and he ran toward me, relief written all over him. "Thank God."
"You don't believe in God," I said. It came out half a croak just as he closed the last of the space between us with a kiss.
Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived.
Dance with the Awen
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
In my anger, I slew you twice. I saw you only as the dragon, and I forgot what you were meant to be. Can you forgive me?
Etanun
Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots I would burn my [Gulliver's] Travels.
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
As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
I took him by the arm to steady him. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright golden gleam now darkened with pain and sorrow. "Morgian!' he uttered, his voice strangled with grief. "It was Morgian ...
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
Ajihad: You are an enigma, Eragon, a quandary that no one knows how to solve.
You're a - you're a - "
Say it, boy. Demon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni.
". . . a girl!" he finishes.
The warrior of the light has the qualities of a rock.
A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Peter, High King of Narnia," said Aslan. "Shut the Door.
Jenny: Which would you rather face: a pissed off demon, a pissed off Guardian, or a pissed off Aurora?
Ayden: Demon. I have a lot more experience with them. And much more chance of survival.
so far remained unbroken. Now my turn had come. In early springtime, when I was just sixteen, my mother took me to the house where she had won her shield so many years before. The Lady Abicel, long dead, had left her house and lands, along with her
You little (such a one who, while wearing a copper nose ring, stands in a footbath atop Mount Raruaruaha during a heavy thunderstorm and shouts that Alohura, goddess of lightning, has the facial features of a diseased uloruaha root)!
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 ...
That was a heroic deed." Embarrassed, Eragon scuffed his boots against the ground. "I wouldn't have survived if not for Arya." "You are too modest, Argetlam," she admonished. "It was you who struck the final blow.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.
I am a knight of Solamnia. I am the hand of Paladine, of Kiri-Jolith and of Habbakuk on this world. You are on Krynn. You are mine, Queen of Darkness.
A poet is a pillar of light in the darkness. Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Spiders hate Athena, and Athena hates them right back. But spiders also hate humans, because Arachne never forgot her shame and her anger at being ridiculed.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Face of an angel, voice of a serpent
Argus, you are fallen, and the light in all your lamps is utterly put out: one hundred eyes, one darkness all the same!
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
Astrid or Aphrodite, she is my Circe. only instead of turning a man into an animal, she has made the animal human
Zarek
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
A voice in the darkness said, 'You have come too far.' Arren answered it, saying, 'Only too far is far enough.
Aethe, near my heart.
Without vanity, the ribbon.
Without duty, the wind.
Without blood, the victory.
Liadan," he said, staring intently at the ground.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead."
Bran
Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!
I thought I was choosing the lesser evil. I chose the lesser evil. Lesser evil! I'm Geralt! Witcher ... I'm the Butcher of Blaviken -
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.
The woman with hair of flames knelt over me. She might have been pretty if not for the anger in every corner of her face. Emerald eyes glowed with almost seeping venom as her nostrils flared.
- Lord Tristan Dracanburh, Ethandun
The moon rose, striking fire from the Cimmerian's horned helmet. No call awoke the echoes; yet suddenly the night grew tense and the jungle held its breath. Instinctively Conan loosened the great sword in its sheath.
So this is how I will die. Aeduan had never thought it would be flames. A beheading, perhaps. Old age, more likely. But not fire - not since he'd escaped that death all those years ago.
Avarice, the spur of industry.
Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
I was Ashallayn'darkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Sudden distrust slicked down Arin's spine.
Roshar raised his hand to quiet the roaring crowd, and Arin was reminded of Cheat relishing his role as an auctioneer. A stone rose in his throat. Kestrel's hand tightened on his, but Arin no longer felt wholly there.
Helgarson won't tell me, but it must have been bad. His fangs pop out if you just say 'Thor' aloud, and he hunts carpenters simply because they use hammers.
Tritons Trident!
As a breath on glass, -
As witch-fires that burn,
The gods and monsters pass,
Are dust, and return.
("The Face of the Skies")
I am the Merlin, bane of the Vale, terror of the four lands. I am chaos and shadows, the last of my people.
The occasional alarming flash of Aral's doubts, like vivid filaments of lava seen through a surface one had thought safe stone.
Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.
The Sword. Her name is Nightmare."
A small shiver ran down Vall's back, in the exact line where the blade now was. It was not a shiver of fear, but of understanding.
"And a nightmare, she shall be.