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Rough as a badger's arse
Dust Glitter Rain
Knight of the Ill-Favored Face.
Her hair was a tangle. Her filthy clothes would make any self-respecting debutante shriek in horror. Dirt streaked her piquant face. And still he thought she was utterly irresistible. He was in a bad way indeed. Several
My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
Washed clean like a porcelain, with housewifely care ...
I'm crepuscular.
She tasted of fairytales
Bite me, faerie fruitcake.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Discombobulated.
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft ... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty ... Effulgent.
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed ...
In the immortal words of Mr. Burns ... eeeeexcellent.
you curdled clot of whores piss
Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
a furtive groove
As chaste as unsunned snow.
coltish-looking,
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
Hedge was enthralled by her symmetry, yet the word was too cool and dry. She was beautiful.
No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I'm supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen of the faery realm, isn't a faery at all."
"She isn't?" I said. "Then who is she?"
"You," he said.
I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
...bleached by darkness
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes
grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love
they seduced her every time ... but not tonight.
...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of 'goin' doololly.
There is nothing more terrible than a spurned faery queen, particularly if you defy her a second time. I escaped the Winter Court with my life intact, but just barely, and I won't be returning anytime soon. My loyalty - and my heart - belongs to another queen now.
Libidinous, adj.
I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.
CHERFUL IN ALL WEATHERS, NEVER SHERKED A TASK, SPLENDID BEHAVIOUR.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
How funny would it be if we left a trail of Faerie dust in our wake?"
"That would be hilarious." I laughed. "It's a shame we don't produce any." Do we? I idiotically shook my hand as I tried to brandish Faerie dust like Tinkerbell. It didn't work.
Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
Bloody flaming ashes
My feet ached in my Cinderella shoes. I shifted my weight and wiggled my toes beneath the cutting Lucite straps. My Prince Charming had finally showed up, I thought wretchedly, and he was too damn late.
grotesque countenance
Unrelieved black set off her pale skin and exquisite bone structure. Her
As pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner.
So exquisitely slopped that he didn't know if he was on land or at sea.
Adrian: Do you smell that?"
Sydney: "I smell the paint, and ... wait ... is that pine?"
Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.
Her pubic hair grew like a patch of grass that had been trampled by a passing army.
His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.
Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming
and they ate children and puppies.
perfection. She's pink and pretty and glistening and perfect.
What is the English for 'Refreshing towelette'?
I'm a butterfingers, and I always have been.'
'An angel's foot got in your way,' Codswallop said. 'That's what my mother used to tell us when we returned to the house with scrapes on our knees.
What," came a deep male voice, "is this?"
Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O'Connor's extremely tight breeches.
The hands were ivory-coloured, the skin finely wrinkled everywhere, like the crust on a pool of wax, and under it appreared livid bruises, arthritic nodes, irregular tea-brown stains ... The flesh under the horny nails was candlvwax-coloured, and bloodless.
She felt unpeeled and rather exposed. She felt almost improper.
I am waylaid by beauty.
She was imperfectly perfect.
The woman had followed every single move of the Prince's fingers on her hand and felt very fine when the guy put them on the paper. What she felt was unknown to her, a whole new sensation.
And dangerous.
It was desire. She wanted Galadir, but in a horrible and disgusting way.
I'm so storming pure I practically belch rainbows.
She sugared and milked
It left a tuft of wool behind, caught on the matted grasses. I plucked it, and held it to my nose. It had that spicy scent of Keir's. I twirled it in my fingers, and smiled when I realized that Keir smelled like a goat.
Urban callused feet
Walking barefoot on the beach
Worn smooth by the sand
[Fairies] had faults, but they were perfectly themselves. Vidia, for instance, who was the fastest flier, didn't care about anybody but herself. She was by no means perfect, but she was perfectly Vidia. Fairies were concentrated, like bouillon cubes.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
Think only of beautiful splendid.
Raffe sounds like Raw Feet. Coincidence?
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Frighteningly Beautiful, Dangerously Strong, Breathtakingly Fast.
Face it Tally-wa you're special ...
Stupid werewolf ninja sperm.
What did the Faerie that attacked you look like?"
"Super creepy. Ripped jeans, weird tattoos, bad hair. And, come to think of it, really nice boots ... "
"Where?"
"On his feet."
Sonny winced and rubbed his temples. "Where were you attacked, Kelley?"
"Okay, see ... that was a joke.
She drifted, feather-like, in tenuous radiance ...
Her gown, it seemed a thing made out of mist,
As though the dewy air
Had gathered in a cloud about her form
To clothe a shape so fair
That nothing coarser could adorn it than
A layer of atmosphere.
Blessed the one who has kept the mastery of his eyelids and has not deceived himself with either mind or sense with regard to the skin of the flesh that after a little while oozes putrefaction.
When the darkness receded, she found herself lying on the bed, still half-dressed ... and being watched by human eyes that held a very feline satisfaction. "I said slow."
He smiled. "Oops."
Charm.
soft. Her hand was so soft, like cat fur, like bird feathers, like...everything soft he could think of. Her thumb caressing the corner of his mouth and her lips when they first touched his were tentative.
It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny." Cath circled her spoon hand in front of her face, accidentally flicking cottage cheese on her sweater. "He already knows about all this. This is what I look like." She tried to scrape the cottage cheese off without rubbing it in." (pg. 290)
The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes.
He'd forgotten just how beautiful she was.
She was wearing a plain gown the color of weak, milky tea, largely covered by a black apron. There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and her gilded curls were an untamed riot with a cobweb draped across one side.
She was exquisite.
Daft as a brush? I'm daft, but I'm not daft as a brush!
People say I'm henpecked. Well, let them say it.
He was dirty, his hair unkempt, his clothes stained with blood. Heroes in stories somehow managed to rescue maidens while looking like court dandies. Next time he went adventuring he'd remember to bring a comb.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
thin and elegant as a mantis
What had set the fae world off? I'd never seen one. Now you couldn't throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.
Dominic spelled it.
sputtered and then
The bathroom was jungle-fogged, flooded with puddles, piled with soaked towels; cakes of soap with long strands of blonde baked in.
A girl in pieces: Barbie-thin ankles, a shaving cut on her knee; hipbones she could stab you with; white hands gelled with strawberry body lotion.
I was sand, I was snow - written on, rewritten, smoothed over.
There's a word for this in English," he mused, still soft. "I can't recall it. I've made you a ... a fallen women. Yes?"
"Yes," I agreed, still smiling. "Thank you ever so much."
"It's been entirely my pleasure," he said in Romanian, and I turned my face into his sleeve and began to laugh.
I didn't bother to put shoes on. Finger-combing
linen slipcovers, was as white as whole milk.
Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.
Her ruddy brown skin had the texture of pebbled linoleum.
What can I say? I put the 'ick' in 'magic'.
Fendi on my slippers & my cookies always slippery
Fee-fi-fo-fum -
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
dripping-wet Gloss
Soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw