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Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
rolling eye balls
We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go
Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.
The heart is an arrow.
Time and ka and trains. I'm thinking about them and many other things.
(Lady of Shadows: Dark Tower, The Drawing of the Three)
The wheel is come full circle.
chair with a place for his trident and his fishing pole. Ares's
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
Nadir we, youth born, axe wielders, blood letters, victors still.
But, isn't it like Star Trek? You know, stand in the circles and 'Beam me up, Scotty'?
Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."
A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."
Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.
How can you break that which bends?
We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.
Across the moon-pale scar that marred my forearm, Darian danced in dark ink, the gracefully curving edges of his name unravelling into a spill of colour as joyful and haphazard as the promise of stars.
Angels are winged with God's power.
We roamed between the angels and the eagles. Bats flickered against the starry sky. Moonlight poured down
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
What see you in the horizon's bruised smear
That cannot be blotted out
By your raised hand?
Three matches one by one struck in the night
The first to see your face in its entirety
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And the darkness all around to remind me of all these
As I hold you in my arms.
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.
To the stars through difficulties.
All things serve the beam
From my birth I have aspired like the eagle - but unlike the eagle, my wings have failed ... Congratulate me then that I have found a fitting scope for my powers.
The Commanding Heights
The Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps
Angels are spirits, flames of fire; they are higher than man, they have wider connections.
All of these are like sparks in the midnight sky, shedding their light on a world where even a flicker of hope shines like a beacon, illuminating the seas of darkness.
Sons of Ares ARES Terrorist Leader, color unknown DANCER Ares' lieutenant, a Red HARMONY Dancer's lieutenant, a Red MICKEY Carver, a Violet EVEY former slave of Mickey, a Pink
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.
Between the journeymen, vampires crouched like monstrous gargoyles: hairless, corded with a tight network of steel-hard muscle, and smeared in lime-green and purple sunblock. Bubble-gum-tinted nightmares.
Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another.
Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust.
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)
Fly without wings;
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.
We're in the age of the series, trilogy, boxed sets.
The stars are the apexes of what triangles!
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What are we, Charlie's Angels?
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Strike from the shadows, disapear into darkness
Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.
soul it shaped. Laurel
shadow of authority
I've seen attack ships on fire on the shoulder of Orion, I've seen moon beams glisten at the Ten hauser gate, all those memories, lost like tears in the rain ...
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Defying the Dark One no matter the length of his shadow. We will live, that defiance said. We will love and we will hope.
Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way
like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.
She is angle. I am
curve. Together, we are geometric
sculpture, and we make perfect sense.
The Fates and Furies, as well as the Graces and Sirens, glide with linked hands over life.
Vamps no longer exist. Stars have taken their roles.
Dance with the Awen
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
Circles and getting rid of everything else.
At last, the wheel comes full circle
I walk the moonbeam roads a silver web connecting the many worlds of the Multiverse.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
Doing a series, every week you work with a new star.
Others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.
We don't need wings to be angels
We don't need reasons to be right
Your love makes us all better
That who we really are
Angels and heroes at heart
You, Aaron, are a revolving SOB.
Doesn't she mean revolting? Harlan leaned in to whisper.
Afraid not, Travis said. You'll see.
You're a son-of-a-bitch no matter which way you turn.
This is my story and Jethros' journey, through my eyes
Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment
Destiny spelled out in a constellation of cheap chrome.
Swish and flick.
Everything sacred begins with a circle of motion.
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross
((( LOVE BEAMS )))
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In the dying embers and blackened twigs of a ravaged forest, who could distinguish where the first spark was lit? Only the arsionist knows the exact location where that match was struck.
The Shepherds and the Angels
Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.
Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier.
I know every arrow must count, and they do. In the eerie light,
Claudette turned her arms upward to show us her tattooed wrists. One held the skull and crossbones of the Wilted Rose. The other resembled the flag which adorned the mast above us. A ship's wheel with two swords crossed through it.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.
Vengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood
31 "Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades, Or loose the cords of Orion?
Love has the arms of an angel.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...
The Archer novels are about various kinds of brokenness.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Thing to know about the Reaches....It's always trying to kill you. Even the empty places between the stars."
Asher Corsair, Allies and Enemies: Rogues
The stars are putting on their glittering belts,
They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash
Like a great shadow's last embellishment
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.
My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
The heart that serves, and loves, and clings, Hears everywhere the rush of angel wings.
No, they're not starbusts." He continued to touch each mark. "They're angel kisses. It's like angels kissed your hands all over." His eyes rose to meet hers. They were filled with kindness and compassion. Something she had felt little of the past year. (Peter)
I don't see anything," Miller said. "What's it look like?"
"The eye of an angry God?" Elvi said.
"Oh," Miller said. The heavy plates of his robotic body clicked and hissed against each other as he shifted. "Yeah, well that's probably it, then. Good work.
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Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images,
By Pluto sent at the request of Saturn. Arcita's horse in terror danced a pattern And leapt aside and foundered as he leapt, And ere he was aware Arcite was swept Out of the saddle and pitched upon his head Onto the ground, and there he lay for dead; His breast was shattered by the saddle-bow.
Life is full of circles
Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,
Loyal to my image.
In the middle distance, sails were gliding like butterflies, and farther away, ships dotted the mouth of the bay between Awa and Sagami as if brushed in ink in a single flowing stroke.
The 'squaring of the circle' is one of the many archetypal motifs which form the basic patterns of our dreams and fantasies. But it is distinguished by the fact that it is one of the most important of them from the functional point of view. Indeed, it could even be called the archetype of wholeness.
The Father and His angelic hierarchy
That made the magnitude and glory there
Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye.
Don't disarrange my circles!
CHAPTER 6 Dovewing