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I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.
I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good ... tumble dry.-Eve Rosser
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
Yama servants known as Shravan and Shravani.
The word that almost makes me throw up is satin; damask makes me throw up.
Jonkonnu if you want to. That was a custom that got started
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
Farrukh, tonight you have won a dishwasher
his armour-hard back
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Inside the half-basement, they found Wroth alongside Garreth, grappling to hold up the ceiling.
The vampire's voice was incongruously calm when he asked, What kind of idiot would find this a worthy plan?
upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab
Gilly Gilleshpee
Drek. He was definitely in love with her now.
...."we saw this big dark red leech hanging off his back.
We were dancing round yelling: 'We'll burn it off! Get the petrol! Stay
still Mr Kassar, you can trust us!'
He wimped out though, and made us use salt. Very boring.
Surface my wife's most vicious
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
mistress of Netherfold.
A dry soul is wisest and best.
A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry
Barzel, what some believe is a combination of letters taken from the names of the matriarchs of Jacob's family, Leah, Rachel, Bilhah, and Zilpah.
Baghra," Nikolai said, "how are you this evening?"
"Still old and blind," she snarled.
"And charming," Nikolai drawled. "Never forget charming."
"Whelp."
"Hag."
"What do you want, pest?
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
Gilderoy Lockhart
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?
a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a
Durhallem, Ydramil, Wrommish, Paedle, Truska-Pren, Wheklam, and Ordna.
Maktub" (It is written.)
the basement. Katz
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Kurtapyjama. His face was deeply lined, and his white
Beulah, peel me a grape
hydra of revolution,
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...
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
- This Indian wife you have ...
- Had. She's dead.
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up
an unhappy memory.
- I can't remember anything unhappy
about Destarte.
If you go around the league, anybody with the last name 'vich' is a great shooter. Radmanovic, Vujacic ... all those 'iches.
Fall the deep curtains,
delicate the weave,
fair the thread.
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.
What are you? (Zarek)
I'm a nymph. (Astrid)
I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek)
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
permeated by the almost indescribable smell of the Russian common soldier, which I can still smell today, but do not think I could begin to analyse. It could be a mixture of damp leather, horse shit, but also possibly the smell of the unwashed.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
What are American dry-goods? asked the duchess, raising her large hands in wonder and accentuating the verb.
American novels, answered Lord Henry.
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead ...
I can't even think of a word strong enough to describe him. Apparently I need to expand my vocabulary. Caleb
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Five houses?" Lothaire had sneered, cutting Trehan off. "You all live under one roof now. Mine. Because I'm the king of the castle." Then his red eyes had grown vacant, and he'd begun muttering about "Lizvetta's lingerie."
Trehan had been ... underwhelmed by the Enemy of Old's attention span.
I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?
Anything else, Butler?"
"The cosh, sir.
To clever plans,' said Kell, toasting his brother. 'And dashing princes.'
'To masked magicians,' said Rhy, swiping the wine.
'To mad ideas.'
'To the Essen Tasch.'
'Wouldn't it be amazing,' murmured Rhy later, when the bottle was empty, 'if we got away with it?
Darius Goes West.
Oh Trees, Trees, Trees ... wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin. It's
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation.
The uniform of the gladdest malt is its sureness.
No sheth an sary'
(No herb shall heal like blood on the steel)
Djinn," she said. "We go to review the troops. Clothe me as befits a queen."
"Silks and satins?" he asked, eyes sparkling like sapphires. "White brocade?"
"Armor," she said. "And flame.
The mongrel tongue of Slaver's Bay, an ugly blend of Old Ghiscari and High Valyrian.
Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it's the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
Hei! Aa-shanta 'nygh! You are off! Send back earth's gods to their haunts on unknown Kadath, and pray to all space that you may never meet me in my thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
Half-Christian, half-Jewish, a 'cathjew nut',
What did words matter to a desert?
Tie my heart in Egyptian threads.
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
In the empire of desert, water is the king and shadow is the queen.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Determined to enshroud his enchantment.
warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
I am the Neelkanth!
Nice one, Catpiss,' he says. That's not my real name. My name is actually Kantkiss. Kantkiss Neverclean.
Vandiya Devan: "You dare to ask 'me' who I am? I am Vallavareyan, Vandiya Devan of the Vanar Clan in Thiruvallam . Once upon a time, soldiers like you, proudly carved the names of my ancestors on their chests.
Natives of the Florida Keys often refer to themselves as Conchs, and for good reason: They have been drinking.
Zandy Brandy scented lotion - like the Normans, drunk and with soft hands!
StocktontoMalone
My friends call me Wrath," says Raffe. "My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What's your name, soldier boy?
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Ash. It's short for Ashoka."
...
"A hero's name."
...
"I'm not a hero."
...
"Then we will make you one, Ashoka.
I hate the word 'moist.'
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.