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His Tender Roni.
I'M PINOCCHIO. I KILL MONSTERS.
I don't want spaghetti. I want to know what a Magnus Bane is.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
One whom the infernal gods of Hannibal will cause to be reborn, terror of mankind; never more horror nor worse days in the past than will come to the Romans through Babel.
(whose initials were probably OCTAVIAN).
hulkamanias runnin wild brother
Yes, and this is mine. (Baldrick produces a single scruffy piece of paper.)
My magnificent octopus.
LODOVICO You must forsake this room, and go with us: Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, - If there be any cunning cruelty That can torment him much and
Dante, or the hyena that writes poetry in tombs.
Someone had to fight the monsters. Who better than a monster?
If it makes you feel better, though, Basil is the first on my list if we're ever stranded in deep space and forced to eat one another. Aeons are most delicious.
I think Illium can take care of himself."
"Not if he keeps flirting with you."
A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light.
"Raphael's not the sharing kind.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
Who was the monster, here?
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
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Who are the real monsters?
The hideous god of war.
I'm a lurid character!
Marcone's scum, but he's his own scum -Harry Dresden
I am Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades. I control the shadows. They do not control me.
Please, call me Raphael, or Rafe." And you may call me your fantasy and nightmare rolled in one almost rolled off my lips, but I behaved.
tree in bloom, a white farmhouse - potted basil in the kitchen
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
TITUS. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to forst and betrayal.
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
This destroyer of worlds and creature of wonder.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there.
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael.
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo
as pale and gaunt as he looked
might be more than he could handle.
Don't get dead, Raphael, or I swear I'll hunt you down in the afterlife.
A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes ... malevolent ... omnipotent ... The Phantom of the Opera!
Maura (fucking witch ass bitch Mussolini Al Qaeda darth vader non-entity)
I'm going to tell you a secret. A secret I've never told anybody. I, Ignazio Vitale, have always been afraid of the dark. If you tell anyone that, I'll kill you.
I have a rat inside my skull that runs on a treadmill - pitta-patta pitta-patta pitta-patta. I enjoy the company of other people who experience that pitta-patta in their skulls.
The Earth, its life I am, hozhoni, hozhoni.
But who are you?"
Percy - " I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!"
What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?
Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me.
[Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu.
Faxit cur? Volito vivu' per ora virum.]
Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
You are the monster I choose
Second only to the master of us all, Clodia has become the most discussed person in Rome. Versus of unbounded obscenity are scribbled about her over the walls and pavements of all the baths and urinals in Rome.
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler.
[Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.]
SCHISMATRIX is a creeping sea-urchin of a book - spikey and odd. It isn't very elegant, and it lacks bilateral symmetry, but pieces of it break off inside people and stick with them for years.
Tell my father I was abducted by a lucius nymph and pulled to her lair." Styxx
"For the record, I resent being called a lucius nymph." Galen
... and you're kind, Scorpius. To the depths of your belly, to the tips of your fingers.
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am /
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
My kinky, foul-mouthed romantic gentleman lover.
The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
There can be nothing more frightening in a gigantic monster of many tentacles than intelligence.
Tiberias." I've never said his real name before. It doesn't suit him. It doesn't suit us. But that's who he is. "Choose me.
GIANTS RATS- I Slap all my enemies in the face! And shatter the teeth of the wicked, in the name of Jesus, flee toothless into the bush!
The pesto and angel hair are warm in the bowl on my lap, the fragrances of olive oil and basil blending the exotic and familiar, equal parts sunny Tuscan hillside and hometown dirt. A meal like this makes you want to live forever, if only for the scent of warm pesto in January.
Damn you villains, who are you? And from whence came you?
He's a beast. A monster.
And he looks like he wants to devour me.
was a parasite with nasty teeth,
He's humanoid, he's hominid, he's an aberration, he's abominable; he'd be legendary, if there were anyone left to relate legends.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Nosoi?" Percy planted his feet in a fighting stance. "You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end."
"You haven't killed me yet," I noted.
"Don't tempt me.
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
What kind of name is Paolo, anyway? I mean, this is America, for Pete's sake! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!!
Harry the spider! they want me to tap dance. I don't want to tap dance!
I pointed at Ascanio. Not another word. Latin is a dead language, but that doesn't mean you get to molest its corpse. Finish sweeping, ianitor.
A Caligula, or a Yuri Vorbarra, can rule a long time, while the best men hesitate to do what is necessary to stop him, and the worst ones take advantage.
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi)
This Plantagenet king comes from the devil.
A popular character in old Italian plays, who imitated with ludicrous incompetence the "buffone", or clown, and was therefore the ape of an ape; for the clown himself imitated the serious characters of the play.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
Someone hurt my monster.
A necessary monster.
Paulinus, everyone knows. Say the word, and I'll run the bitch over with my chariot
Let me be your villain
I felt a little bad about killing the man, but what choice did I have?" ... Louie Morelli, "The Prince of Mafia Princes.
Quentin Sollys: the Once and Future King of Spiders.
Never go up against a Sicilian when death, is on the line.....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..........(thump)
Clio, the muse of history, is as thoroughly infected with lies as a street whore with syphilis.
Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit! [Michelangelo Buonorotti]
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
You know it's the strangest of things, but ever since being in the scariest place imaginable I'm pretty much good with fear. I am - Scorpius the Dreadless. I am - Malfoy the Unanxious.
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.
Imitations of Horace. Of two evils I have chose the least.
Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.
Scarlet's Dancing Monkey of Fiery Doom
A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
Aithinne smiles. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "your hair rather looks like an octopus." Then, as if to reassure me: "I love octopi."
And Aithinne is obviously a bit barmy, but nobody's perfect.
Tonight I've been dealing with a known killer, a male whore, a scam artist and now I've graduated to talking to a mayor. Who's next? The President of the National Association of Rodents?
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)
I do know what my first meal in the next world would be ... Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, heavy on everything.
You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
That demented animal didn't deserve a name.
What is your name?"
"Again sir, that is no concern of yours."
"A mystery," he said. "I shall have to call you Clorinda."
...
"Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. "Has there been an accident?"
"Judith," repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. "I prefer Clorinda.
Michelangelo's girlfriend, who said to Angelo, Forget the paint - let's put a mirror on the ceiling. Never got a dinner!