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On the Jellicoe road
What did the letter O say to Q? Dude, your dikk is hanging out.
identified this visitor as Doane, the man who had
John DeChancie is a popular author of numerous science fiction/fantasy novels including the hugely entertaining CASTLE series and STARRIGGER trilogy. He lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Fenwick, sitting down to
My husband hailed from Dagenham; he's an Essex boy. Me myself, I come from Derry City in the northwest of Ireland, so we love to get back.
I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk) Totally freaking out. (Taryn) Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)
I'll be glad to get out on the water again, and gladder still to see Divvytown. I knew it was my home port that first time I saw it.'
'The pirate town? Sa save us all. Does someone wait for you, dearie?' Ophelia asked.
Jek laughed aloud. 'They all wait for me. They just don't know it yet.
It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be to meet his jovial face again, to clasp his strong hand, and to hear his cheery laugh once more! He owes me 14 shillings, too.
The marvelous Maker!
In one huge leather-gloved fist Jollyby held up a large, madly kicking hare by its ears.
'Son of a bitch,' Dauntless said. 'He caught it.'
Dauntless was a talking horse. She just didn't talk much.
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A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
Dermot, who I would never sleep with, not in a million years. Not even if we were characters in Game of Thrones.
DI Cartwright: The cat is booby trapped? DI Quill: Welcome to my world.
The worn soles of Daffy's boots skidded on the icy stones. He'd been saving up for a new pair for Christmas, but then he'd come across an encyclopaedia in ten volumes, going cheap. Boots might last ten years, at best, but knowledge was eternal.
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He came to a decision and looked at Dagon before climbing into the car.
"Find the Disir."
Dagon stiffened, showing a rare sign of emotion. "Is that wise?" he asked.
"It is neccessary.
I don't know if Daedalus will help you, lad, but don't judge someone until you've stood at his forge and worked with his hammer, eh?
Once I sought out a celebrated ethnologist, and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish-God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, I did not press my inquiries.
I do not understand dalliance, Lord Ponsonby." "But you are d-drawn to it, Mrs. Keeping.
What shall we do now?" he asked.
"Something very dreadful," she said,her voice sour."Ask Arlow Bowlerham for the name of a dressmaker.
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Behind each great man, there's a Richard Delisle.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back.
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Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.
What's another great mystery of Boston?
Your name.
Daryl sat next to Daquan and gently kissed his slumbering son on the forhead.He admired his features on the thick eyebrows they both shared.The boy had Mayc's nose and a mixture of his caramel complexion and Macy's hershey hue.
Fucking Magnus DuCane. I'd
Now, half an hour later, adrenaline thrust him into overdrive. Storms of shale and spall burst from the ground. Ropes of sweat braided his skin. He swung again and again. The heavy pick shattered earth. Digby was in a rhythm, a digging trance, that rare state of archaeological
KATH: (Katherine) BRENT, daughter of Ed: Brent, dee'd., 300 acs. Northumberland Co., N.E. upon Quiough 421 Riv., S.E. upon land of Capt. Giles Brent. 9 Dec. 1662, p. 79, (554). (Capt. Gyles Brent, 4 May 1653, assigned to sd. Edm: Brent & by him given by will to sd. Kath.)
I wanna DeYtH Banger in my hands... he to die!
VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD.
'VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
the Poor Men of Lyons,
I'm Dee Black. I'm the sister of the douchebag known as Daemon." She smiled brightly. "But you probably already know that."
"That's he's a douchebag or that he's your brother?" Archer asked innocently. "The answer is yes to both.
King Offa's dyke,
Bosh. I find a rival - but no, I won't flatter myself that Tecumseh Fox would consider himself a rival of Dol Bonner - I find an eminent detective in your apartment, and that alone is enough, without adding that he is concealed in your bedroom while I am discussing my business with you ...
Hapmshire" typo,
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
Grayson Dashwood.
Those two words had just ruined what was turning into a good morning.
I know by heart the places he likes to saale, delvan first and duvlin after, by dredgerous lands and devious delts
Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling.
While you've been gadding about the countryside, we've held a meeting, and we've all of us decided that you must go.'
In short, we've voted you out of the family,' Daffy said. 'It was unanimous.
Dacians consider Trehan the kingdom's sword, Viktor its wrath, Stelian its sentinel, and Lothaire its cunning. Our people see Mina and me as the beating heart of Dacia.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
Solution: Winchester.
I don't know, Laurel, said David, and I loved how he said my name, like he enjoyed it.
There's a lot of Doyle in me. I don't know where I begin and Doyle ends or where Doyle begins and I end.
That Reyes Farrow boy.
I'm Vincent," Obinze said, when they met in the back room. "I'm Dee." A pause. "No, you're not English. You can pronounce it. My real name is Duerdinhito, but the English, they cannot pronounce, so they call me Dee." "Duerdinhito," Obinze repeated. "Yes!" A delighted smile.
CHAPTER NINETY DI Wade 'How are
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
You should never say 'D'Brickashaw' and 'bust' in the same sentence. You should never even think that. It should be D'Brickashaw, Pro Bowl, D'Brickashaw, Jets, Super Bowl.
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.
Sherlock Holmes In
At the door fo the dining-room he left us. 'Good night, Mr Jorkins,' he said. 'I hope you will pay us another visit when you next "cross the herring pond".' 'I say, what did your governor mean by that? He seemed almost to think I was American.' 'He's rather odd at times.
I punched to line. "Yes? What?"
"Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.
Dagmar knew there were worse things in this world than pretending to be a caring, demure woman. For instance, actually being a caring, demure woman.
I am lost without my Boswell.
[Sherlock Holmes on Dr. Watson.]
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Lothaire Konstantin Daciano, Sovereign of Dacia, the Realm of Blood and Mist.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
I woke up this morning exhausted from hiding the me of me. So I stand here confiding there's more to Devon than jump shot and rim. I'm more than tall and lengthy of limb. I dare you to peep behind these eyes, discover the poet in tough-guy disguise. Don't call me Jump Shot. My name is surprise.
I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.
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...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit.
Dallas Bines. Dallicious Bines would be a more fitting name.
I dwell 'neath the shades of Harvard
In the State of the Sacred Cod,
Where the Lowells speak only to Cabots
And the Cabots speak only to God
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
Major de Coverley is a noble and wonderful person, and everyone admires him.'
'He's a silly old fool who really has no right acting like a silly young fool. Where is he today? Dead?
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
Legacy Damian Green
Leave a trail worth following." Darcy Creech, Peter Beaton
No surname? Or is Thorn it?"
"Thorn is all anyone needs to know about me."
"As in thorn up all our collective nether regions," Devyl muttered.
Albert tin. Why're
If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.
Richard Dawkins is arguably England's most pious atheist.
As tae the rest o' ye, tak guard around yon stones. And if they come in force, show them what the Feegles can dae!"
Daft Wullie said, "I can play the harmonica.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
Bellport. A podium.
know a Work of Art from a Daub of Artifice)
Fluke me, Murdstone.
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
Now is rather a questionable one. And thus was solved the mystery of the sinister house with the copper beeches in front of the door. Mr. Rucastle survived,
How does he look, Jeeves?"
"Sir?"
"What does Mr Bassington-Bassington look like?"
"It is hardly my place, sir, to criticize the facial peculiarities of your friends.
The phone conversations about a possible TV series of 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell' stretch back years, but now that the moment has come, now that I am actually here at Wentworth Woodhouse, I lose my bearings.
Who could forget Malcolm Devon?
We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nobody brings numbers to life like Horace Dediu does.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
There was a scuffle, and it got out of hand. Dawes, tell me you've never had something like it." "I've never had something like it," Dawes