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The sight of London to my exiled eyes
Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.
While every new fantasy author is hailed as unique, new, and different, Brandon Sanderson's ELANTRIS does indeed provide an absorbing adventure in a unique, different, and well-thought-out fantasy world, with a few nifty twists as well.
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
My house was once an acorn.
There is something in that name that seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor woman whose husband is not called Ernest.
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Everyday, Jay would sit under a giant elm tree and imagine the adventures his life might bring.
Willy: Remember those two beautiful elm trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swings between them?
Linda: Yeah, like being a million miles from the city.
Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
The musical equivalent of St Pancras Station.
(on Elgar)
Atticus, I think we're being stalked by the ghost of Alfred Hitchcock. First it was a Vulture adn now two giant ravens are coming our way. Oberon
Avaunt, you cullions!
Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!
In the December rain, the vicarage was especially damp and soggy, with an aura of boiled eggs and old books - a perfect setting for our encounter: dark, brooding, and simply reeking of secrets and tales told in an earlier time. Cynthia,
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And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex! - James Potter
A sheet of white extends to the lone dark vertical of the elm tree in the centre ... It is too perfect, to inviolate ... The snow is graced with waves written by the wind, the elm raises crooked arms in sleeves of white.
The Bachelor meets Nightmare on Elm Street,
Archway and hit the light switch for the
Elmo is telling kids about how great it is to share. Oh, Elmo, you poor, deluded little red fur ball. You don't have a clue, do ya, li'l buddy? Kids are way meaner than Muppets.
I choose the labyrinth.
I've never been a big horror genre fan, but I did go see 'Nightmare on Elm Street' in the theaters and I dug it. I thought it was cool.
Operation: Hansel & Gretel
Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
the wizard prison,
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed.
Mount You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me.
It's elementary, my dear Winifred.
The library is my cathedral.
(Humans, take note: You can refer to the Realm as "Faerie" without causing offense, but do not make the mistake of referring to its citizens as "fairies" - unless you want to be punched.) Elfhaeme
Atticus "three kinds of cat shit, Oberon."
Oberon "and an arrogant family of squirrels.
Dear Jacob,
I win.
Sincerely, Edward
HONORINE BEATRIX
You cannot imprison me!" He bellowed. "I am Hyperion! I am-" The bark closed over his face.
Grover took his pipes from his mouth. "You are a very nice maple tree.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond.
oaky sounds grea8~! but can i bring frined earl hes cool ul'l liek him ???/
My name is Abbey. And I'm in love with a ghost.
For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both.
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
Third - to Mr. Harry Potter,' said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. ' ... for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points.
Edie Banister, wearing a false moustache which tastes of tiger flank and erotic dancer, sitting six storeys up on the windowsill of the aged mother of a renownedly murderous prince, takes a few seconds to contemplate the unusual direction of her life.
Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.
I've got so much to do! Go play with Edward. I have to get to work."
She dashed out of the room, yelling,"Esme!" as she disappeared.
When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we're passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always say makes Tara from Gone with the Wind look like a woodshed.
Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Everyone needs a little Edward in their life
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
You woke up on the wrong side of the oak tree, didn't you? (Acheron)
exhibition. Lake Eden.
Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor,
Oberon "Holy revelations Druidman! She's on to us!"
Atticus "Gods below, I think you're right! Quick, to the Geekmobile!
Lockwood gave a sudden exclamation; when I looked at him, his eyes were shining. 'On second thoughts, we can scrap my last suggestion,' he said. 'Stuff the mingling. Who wants to do that? Boring. George - this library. Where is it?
Hikes in the winter forest, so surreal - Emerson knew about them. He had seen the woods at twilight. Never was a more brilliant show of colored landscape than yesterday afternoon; incredibly excellent topaz and ruby at four o'clock; cold and shabby at six.
Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity of doom.
After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.
'No one lives in Ameeron by choice.'A veritable City of the Damned.'As the poet might remark, aye.' Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. 'But I sometimes think all cities are that.'
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.
Where is Richard, do you know?"
"Chopping onions on the back step. Oh, you mean Master Richard? Upstairs. Eating. Where's anybody?
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
If I am not safe in Alton, I shall not be safe anywhere.
Surprisingly few outsiders know about the Cuckmere Valley, and it is not uncommon for people to confuse Alfriston with Alfreton in the Derbyshire Peak District.
extraordinary life of eldress Gabrielia."3
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city,
Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made,
They've built (it well may make us feel afraid,)
A music club and music warehouse pretty.
I noticed there was garlic above the doorframe. Edwart held a stake in one hand and a 'Team Jacob' shirt in the other.
Get bored is not allowed! -Eloise Age 6
THE GRACKLE
The
ELANTRIS is a new BEN HUR for the fantasy genre, with a sweeping, epic storyline and closely personal characters.
Kit: Elemantary?
Ty: You know, Holmes never says, "Elementary, my dear Watson", i nthe books.
Kit: I swear I've seen it in the movies or maybe on TV.
Ty: Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?
'Extraordinary' is an original fairy tale, a contemporary story. But like a traditional fairy tale, it heads quickly into frightening, bloody territory. I am afraid for my book, as it goes out alone into the world, just as I was frightened for Phoebe as I wrote and rewrote her story.
version of Amber.
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
I've got a business to run. Elmo's bringing over a new bed frame. Dora broke her's last night. That girl should be in a side show, not a whorehouse.
Is it...Richard Frederic?"
"No, and I am not going to--"
"Russell Francis?"
"No. You're being--"
"Rumpelstiltskin Finnegan?"
Jackaby sighed. "Yes, Miss Rook. Rumpelstiltskin. You've found me out. I am the devious imp of the fairy tales.
Robin Hood just called, he wants Sherwood Forest back.
Now of old the name of that forest was Greenwood the Great, and its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song; and there was the realm of King Thranduil under the oak and the beech.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Edward? Yes yes yes. It is me. Edward thought.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
Aberystwyth (n.)
A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy.
The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
Mort(e) is wonderful and weird, never saccharine and always startling.
Wonderland with all its palaces can be yours as well as Alice's.
The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.
Elmo found, as have many, that the death of the heart corrupted the pen into writing a farrago of horrors and insanities, not necessarily the less true for their seeming extravagance, but inaccessible for the most part to the prudent.
Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.
It was ideal apple-eating weather; the whitest sunlight descended from the purest sky, and an easterly wind rustled, without ripping loose, the last of the leaves on the Chinese elms.
house at Otowi Bridge.
It was the very worst kind of Banbury-Road house, depressing, with laurels. The front door was opened by a slut. I had never seen a slut before but recognized the genus without difficulty as soon as I set eyes on this one.
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
On the Jellicoe road
We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.