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The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Then Brezhnev grabbed the wheel of power and captained the country with the exploratory heart of a municipal bus driver.
We come by aurora,
with a heavy and sovereign tread,
with the might of matriarchs to furnish our shoulders,
with the apricity of light to crown our heads
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Death's long anabasis.
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.
Brabantio: "You are a villain!"
Iago: "You are a senator!
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
Will you say it?
"Aleksander"
His grin faded and his grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Again."
"Aleksander
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
BAAL ONE, PLIEADES CLUSTER 4210
The King of the Pleiades was well prepared for the last war. This, however, was not it." -Renegades of Ophelia's World
Brys, how big do you want to make your escort?"
"Two brigades and two battalions, sire."
"Is that reasonable?" Tehol asked, looking around.
"I have no idea," Janath replied. "Bugg?"
"I'm no general, my Queen."
"We need an expert opinion, then," said Tehol. "Brys?
Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
Hello, Capustan. The Bridgeburners have arrived.
Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.]
I'd heard of Vlad Dracul, but only the name. The kids at Cotton Maher never said much except things like "The football team's up against Vlad this Saturday. Pray for them."
When I'd heard that, I'd asked the kid who'd said it what the big deal was.
"Shut up," he'd explained.
The princess turns to him, serious. 'You are the one my great-grandfather spoke of: a denizen of Earth wearing a dirty apron who falls down a shaft and lands in sticky goo to lead the Brundeedle race out of Woe Time.':
BRABANTIO Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought. DUKE and SENATORS We
I'm a small-town boy who comes from a traditional family on a tiny island called Belitung. I may not know where I'm going, but I'll always know where to come home to.
Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!' Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?' Which one do you think?' Bad Vlad?' Good call.
The Bifrost,' Gunilla said. 'The rainbow bridge leading from Asgard to Midgard.
Calamus fortior gladio.
ArchGovernor's ears," Podginus orders. Bridge forces
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
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.
Oh, by Moradin's itchy arse," grumbled Bruenor. "Scratched it, he did, and this one fell out.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
By the way, I have a bone to pick with you." Esperetta
"Only one?" Velkan
"At the moment." Esperetta
"Then I can't wait to hear it." Velkan
"'Bram' and 'Stoker'?" Esperetta
"It was fitting, I thought." Velkan
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.
The very life which we enjoy is short.
[Lat., Vita ipsa qua fruimur brevis est.]
We ought to call it something,' said Banokles thoughtfully. 'We can't just keep calling it "that big bastard horse". It ought to have a name.' 'What do you suggest?' - 'Arse Face.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant
Art for art's sake.
[Lat., Ars gratia artis.]
Shamus Flynn stood at the door halfway across the room, a bucket of ice tucked between his arm and chest, and a grin on his face.
"Thank God I got here in time." He tossed another volley our way. "You might have gone up in sex at any minute.
I beg you come tonight and dine
A welcome waits you and sound wine
The Roederer chilly to a charm
As Juno's breasts the claret warm ...
flibbertigibbets - and
No need to go to the dolphins," interjected Max Brailovsky. "One of the brightest engineers in my class was fatally attracted to a blonde in Kiev. When I heard of him last, he was working in a garage. And he'd won a gold medal for designing space-stations. What a waste!
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
Come gather 'round hardy men of the steppes and listen to my tale of heroes bold and friendships fast and the Tyrant of Icenwind Dale of a band of friends by trick or by deed bred legends for the bard the baneful pride of the one poor wretch and the horror of the Crystal Shard.
Montreal, this wonderful town ... Pearl of Canada, Pearl of the world.
Charles Portis shows his mastery of place and the more complicated subtleties of time.
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
The humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Suddenly, gentlemen of the jury, I felt a Dostoevskian grin dawning (through the very grimace that twisted my lips) like a distant and terrible sun.
Agreeing to differ.
[Lat., Discors concordia.]
Justice is the well water of the city of/ Novgorod, black and sweet
Gilly Gilleshpee
This is Kester Baleen and Ajex Cristo,' Jared introduced. 'One born without common sense and another with too much intelligence.'
'Yeah, and what about you Dernell?' Kester retorted back. 'Born with a dry sense of humour.
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
King Abgarus asked, "If I may, general, what weapon do you prefer?"
Crassus took no more than a moment to answer. "Overwhelming odds.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
I'm part of nobody's world except Brezhnev's.
Lat, urbes constituit aetas: hora dissolvit: momento fit cinis: diu sylva.
An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them. In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
If I had to reflect on the finest classical male ballet dancers of my time, Vladimir Vasiliev of the Bolshoi and the Danish dancer Eric Bruhn were, I feel, without peer.
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]
six black Cordelias
Russia! Russia ... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like counters; there is nothing to tempt or enchant the onlooker's gaze. But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you?
- Who would carry the bell canto
- Of course Montserrat Caballe
From my new release, Cry for Me.
This is Bryen talking.
"Stop it, T! I knew; my God I predicted you would do this! Start blaming yourself for the sins of my sick brother. He's left a stench of rottenness from here to Illinois!
Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.
The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred
And know some nurture.
Lares of the Crossroads
But this is wishful thinking: as the Polis Governor of Bulikov, the capital city of the Continent, it is her duty to preside over all trials,
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
The Breviary was hard to learn, and every step was labor and confusion, not to mention the mistakes and perplexities I got myself into. However,
Wait - Miss Bramble-"
"Don't call me that!" said Azalea.
Something, perhaps hurt, flickered through Mr. Bradford's soft eyes. "Princess Bramble," he said.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh.
[Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias.
I know where the Iberian Peninsula is, Iris."
"I know, I know, you probably built the first road or furrowed the first wheat field ever sown there."
"Brat."
"Cradle robber."
"Grave robber.
Now if you gentlemen," she looked at Briec, "and whatever
you are, will excuse me.
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2
So you're the infamous Acheron. (Amanda)
Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (Acheron)
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
The heel of Achilles
Yossarian!!!(?)!
If you rank me with the lyric poets, my exalted head shall strike the stars.
[Lat., Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseris,
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.]
Incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
Last time I was in London, I visited Number 5, Bruton Street, which is the address I gave to Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the Bridgerton clan in my novels. It was a bit disconcerting to learn that it's actually a pub.
Of evils one should choose the least.
[Lat., Ex malis eligere minima oportere.]
Beware of the man of one book.
[Lat., Home unius libri, or, cave ab homine unius libri.]
The weeping Pleiads wester,
And the moon is under seas;
From bourn to bourn of midnight
Far sighs the rainy breeze:
It sighs from a lost country
To a land I have not known;
The weeping Pleiads wester,
And I lie down alone.
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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 ...
WELCOME to my bookamabob!
Buckle your cravat and prepare
for have your whiskers quiver.
My story of struggles, successes and
sergei is the greatest, most thrillsy book ever written by a meerkat in the bath...
I want you to know my name.
The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.
Will you have it?
"Yes"
"Aleksander