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And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?
What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?
Individually, human beings are all dolts.
Elves are like trees, grounded and focused from the trunk down but graceful and agile on top.
These folk are hewers of trees and hunters of beasts; therefore we are their unfriends, and if they will not depart we shall afflict them in all ways that we can.
Animals, I think. We're animals.
Weasels
and stoats
and foxes
and so on. They're all right in a way
I'm very good friends with them
pass the time of day when we meet, and all that
but they break out sometimes, there's no denying it, and then
well, you can't really trust them, and that's the fact.
Dragons. A sky full of dragons.
We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
Shamans wear bird costumes and they fly. Somehow they experience flying.
Wilds whisper, yet I long for their roar.
Vampires aren't the only ones who can hunt.
A little roving, solitary thing.
Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.
An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre?" Herne
"whether in bedde or in feeld do ye meet, Flidais awaiteth your limbes to greet." Atticus
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you.
~Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)
Nonsense. It's elves!
It was a night where the rogue drow felt tiny, and yet grand, a part of something ancient, eternal, and as vast as his imagination and as warm as the love among these five freinds surrounding him ...
What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
There are many Green Dragons in this world of wayside inns, even as there are many White Harts, Red Lions, Silent Women and other incredible things ...
Hobbits, just another Tolkien Minority
You musn't give yur hearth to wild things...
werewolves were members of the old Danish families who owned slaves. Their transformation was God's punishment for their wrongdoings. You could spy their teeth and claws at night, even when they were in their human guise, so they often wore gloves and scarves, even in the hottest times of the year.
Mystics were about as common as two-headed unicorns. The few who existed lived apart from the world of men, remaining untainted by influence and corruption. Having a wolf as her best friend demonstrated the sort of wisdom he appreciated.
Yes, I'm a druid priestess, but that doesn't mean I will turn you into a toad. Promise!
Winter is coming, we know what's coming with it. We can learn to live with the wildlings, or we can add them to the army of the dead.
Windmills were giants, and the monks' mules dromedaries, flocks of sheep armies of enemies,
Dark, primitive magic. Swords Against Death.
Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.
Goats and monkies!
To Nature, since it is only by chance that they wear the human
Either a beast or a god.
You and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins.
...and lovers of romance novels and dissident rebels and brothers in Christ and druids and shamans and aphrodisiac vendors and scriveners and purveyors of real fake passports and gun-runners and porters and bric-a-brac trades and mining prospectors short on liquid assets and Siamese twins...
Creatures that grow up in the wilderness turn out wild.
They were drones, men costumed in independent thought who'd become slaves of party groupspeak. (p. 4)
The creatures that want to live a life of their own, we call wild. If wild, then no matter how harmless, we treat them as outlaws, and those of us who are specially well brought up shoot them for fun.
If you wanted pomp and circumstance, you dealt with the vampires. If you wanted ceremony, the witches it was. But for plain old straight forward business, you dealt with the werewolves.
Itinerant killers of basilisks; travelling slayers of dragons and vodniks!
The world is made up of two classes - the hunters and the huntees.
Sphinxes without secrets.
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
We must have been hunters and gatherers but some of us were just waiters and hopers.
Elves know a lot and are wondrous folk for news and know what is going on among the peoples of the land as quick as water flows, or quicker.
What's life without a few dragons?
Daemons are brilliant, but we're not vicious - not like the vampires.
They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets.
Sometimes dragon slayers... Were just slayers.
Stuffed creatures, come to life and attack werewolves.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Xander:
It could be witches, some evil witches, which is ridiculous cause witched they were persecuted, women power, love the eatrh, and I'll be over here.
Wolves are hosting wedding feasts and witches are brushing their hair today." Presence
What are men compared to rocks and trees?
VAMPIRES I see things you can't see WEREWOLVES I find things that hunt you FAERIES I am your protector SHAPESHIFTERS But even I can't protect you now.
I am a brother to dragons, a companion to owls.
The stumbling weighty hostility of bears, the incorporated rapacity of wolves..
Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.
A rare objectivity and insight can be imparted regarding this world's struggle for spiritual integrity. In the land of Faerie, the reader may see his small battles writ large in the wars of titans or elves and understand for the first time, his own worth.
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.
Lycans are human.
They're monsters."
"That's what Edward thought."
"Oh, yeah? He a friend of yours?"
"No, Miss Librarian. Just a main character in a wildly popular vampire series.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.
They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.
Bleeping faeries," I muttered darkly. Why couldn't they leave me alone?
Uber-vamp's eyes lit up. "Faeries? Do you know where I can find one?"
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me,if I could, I'd set you loose on the whole race.
Yama servants known as Shravan and Shravani.
Human beings, perfected by our own technology. Only to be wielded by the chosen few. Not by the sheep but by those who are better, Those who are willing to make it to the stars through blood.
Or wolves." "Dogs, wolves,
Just now one of the significant historical roles of the primal people of the world is not simply to sustain their own traditions, but call the entire civilized world back to a more authentic mode of being.
The Sidhe are prancy, but fierce.
Unicorns, dragons, witches may be creatures conjured up in dreams, but on the page their needs, joys, anguishes, and redemptions should be just as true as those of Madame Bovary or Martin Chuzzlewit.
Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit
Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted as the roots and grasping branches of the trees themselves. Even the most gnarled tree is eloquent in the telling of its own tale.
The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf!
Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths
We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
They're not wolves.
Djinns were liars and manipulators, much like my estranged pseudo husband.
They strain over gnats and swallow camels. They also cannibalize each other for power.
Real life ... Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods ...
Dark gods beneath the ground in the Frostfangs,
Dark beasts, night terrors, and Ayden with manners? These woods were
terrifying indeed.
for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground
for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls
for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
One who understands wanders among humans as among beasts.
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
This is a time for beasts, Jaime reflected, for lions and wolves and angry dogs, for ravens and carrion crows.
The true shaman, the true naturalist, works to reconnect conscious human life with Nature and Spirit through totems and ritual.
Drear ritual turned its wheel. The ferment of the heart, within these walls, was mocked by every length of sleeping shadow. The passions, no greater than candle flames, flickered in Time's yawn, for Gormenghast, huge and adumbrate, out-crumbles all.
Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.
We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.
Daimons, vampires, ghouls, whatever you want to call them. They suck your blood and your soul and leave you with nothing. Kind of like lawyers. (Selena)
Who cares about elves? If they spent more time being men, instead of acting like fairies dancin' an' prancin' in the woods, they might know how to protect themselves!