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He can be High Warlock of my pants.
Firiel. I have a question for you. How would you like to marry my brother and become the Countess Roland someday?
Farvell," she said in Fjerdan. "May Djel watch over you until I can once more.
Farran is a monster," Sam said, not looking at her. "You said so yourself. And if anything goes wrong, the last place I want you to be is in his hands.
Azhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.
A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.
By the hairy ass of lord hell. Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels
Hello, Feyre darling," he purred.
Garch a har?" -Oddjob, Goldfinger
For this present, hard
Is the fortune of the bard,
Born out of time;
All his accomplishment,
From Nature's utmost treasure spent,
Booteth not him.
Every country should have at least one King Farouk.
Oh, my gods.
There were furies in the Covenant.
The Thorn of Istra, her mind supplied. That's the Thorn of Istra.
Lots. He's killed lots and lots and lots.
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd
Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
Admiral Farragaut upon entering Mobile Bay Damn the torpedos. FULL SPEED AHEAD!
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Know your foe, Ser Rodrik had taught him once.
Better good afarre off, then evill at hand.
[Better good afar than evil at hand.]
I will tell you how this ends, Jarl Grimnar. It ends with you on your knees, as the first High King of Fenris to bare his throat to a foe's blade. Refuse, and suffer the excommunication of your Chapter and the Exterminatus of your miserable home world
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F'lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F'nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve. F'lar liked that touch of F'nor's, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting.
Farid had brought an invisible guest with him.
Fear.
Raffe: "Have you named her yet" "she likes powerful names"
Penryn:I bite my lip
Raffe:he looks like hes bracing himself for the worst "what is it?"
Penryn: "Pooky Bear"
Raffe:"I am pooky Bear, from an ancient line of archangel swords
You should see me work my magic in leather
Ranger
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
My lord," Froi heard Dorcas call out from the battlement above.
"Yes, Dorcas."
"You're going to have to cover his head. He'll catch a chill. Fekra made him a cap."
"Thank you, Dorcas.
Furo Costas. The Rager. You, my friend, are an imbecile. You could have killed me twenty times, on the Tracks. I'm surprised you're not dead.
Ro shrugs, happily. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and nothing he doesn't see as a compliment.
As soon as Will disappeared around the corner, Mirren stood up. Stealth was not the way of the gallowglass, and tonight, he was gallowglass and slayer, both.
Lothaire betrayed us! Again." -Random demon .
Chadwickius frenemus,
Archer Cross, resident bad boy and total heartthrob. Warlock. Every girl here is at least, like, half in love with him. Crushing on Archer Cross might as well be a class.
This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic Navy,
With his long red beard, and bristling with firearms and knives, he reminded me of a pirate. A very mellow pirate, but a pirate nonetheless.
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'"
Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?
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.
One too like thee: tameles, and Swift, and proud.
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
Darrow, Lancer of House Augustus. Rise, there are duties for you to fill. Rise, there are honors for you to take. Rise for glory, for power, for conquest and dominion over lesser men. Rise, my son. Rise.
Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.
Both the Glory and the destroyer We are Proud to Honor Clan Sub-Leader Rash-au-Tal Vergent who Inspires us Every Day had gathered vital intelligence about Ruhar defense tactics and capabilities.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Who would true Valour see,
Let him come hither
Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.
Oh, Draven. You're my hero too! If not for you, that mean old boar would have eaten me alive. (Simon)
Get off me, you nimble-pated gelding. (Draven)
Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort..
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.
Daniel Grigori!" Arriane hooted through her hands.
"No!" Daniel hooted back without missing a beat.
Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.
Then Frodo came forward and took the crown from Faramir and bore it to Gandalf; and Aragorn knelt, and Gandalf set the White Crown upon his head and said:
Now come the days of the King, and may they be blessed while the thrones of the Valar endure!
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
How sad. A leader bereft of followers. An angel with severed wings. A warrior without a sword." Beliel circles Raffe like a shark as he taunts him. "You have nothing left."
"He has me," I say.
Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider
The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.
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.
Aragorn, the greatest traveller and huntsman of this age of the world. Together
his armour-hard back
So farwel Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear, Farwel Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least Divided Empire with Heav'ns King I hold By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne; As Man ere long, and this new World shall know. Thus
Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. But I don't talk about that; I didn't get rid of the Banden Banshee by smiling at him.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
There are two things a Highlander likes naked, and the other one is Malt Whisky
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Good, happy, swift; there's gunpowder i'th' court,
Wildfire at midnight in this heedless fury.
Dermot, who I would never sleep with, not in a million years. Not even if we were characters in Game of Thrones.
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the
Lothaire Konstantin Daciano, Sovereign of Dacia, the Realm of Blood and Mist.
That Loor's a handful, she is. - Spader (Black Water)
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Unless I missed my guess, it was time for Fiera to go kick some ubervillian ass.
Goody.
I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spears. Tonight we would kill. Sihtric,
You have learned much, Karsa Orlong."
"I have, T'lan Imass. As you shall witness.
He's waiting for yu, young queen.'
Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?'
The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak.
Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy,' said Strider, 'and there is some poison or evil at work that is beyond my skill to drive out. But do not give up hope, Sam!
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
Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)
MaleKith! I'm Loki of Jotunheim!
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Now, who is inside my solar?'
'Lord Littlefinger.' Podrick managed a quick look at his face, then hastily dropped his eyes. 'I meant, Lord Petyr. Lord Baelish. The master of coin.'
'You make him sound a crowd.
Lift that scimitar against me, you Hyrkanian pig and I'll gut you where you stand!
I'm coming for you and death will not hide you." Jorg Ancrath
You never knew Lyanna as well as I did Robert, you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath
Rhysand laughed - a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My
With their whips of flames they smote asunder the webs of Ungoliant. - The Silmarillion
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
It's not your fault there is evil in the world Cadvan to Maerad
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
Seek for the Sword that was broken In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isuldur's Bane shall waken, And the halfling forth shall stand.
Jamadars and bheesties,' said the helmsman. 'Not to mention the major-domos, lordly lamplighters and twisted firestarters.' 'Twisted firestarters?' enquired the detective. 'I told you not to mention them.
Baldrick, we are about as similar as two ... dis-similar things in a pod!
Christ, don't you ever knock?
It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
I thought I was choosing the lesser evil. I chose the lesser evil. Lesser evil! I'm Geralt! Witcher ... I'm the Butcher of Blaviken -
A churel is the peculiarly malignant ghost of a woman who has died in child-bed. She haunts lonely roads, her feet are turned backwards on the ankles, and she leads men to torment.