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Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,' said a bored female voice.
'Pam. Listen.'
'The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.'
'Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.'
'Fuck a zombie!
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.
Max is short for General Maximus Decimus Meridius.
The wary fiend stood on the brink of hell, pondering his voyage
Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Suetonius, in holding up a mirror to those Caesars of diverting legend, reflects not only them but ourselves: half-tamed creatures, whose great moral task is to hold in balance the angel and the monster within - for we are both, and to ignore this duality is to invite disaster.
Visigothic kings
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
So Septimus will be the eighty-second Lord of Stormhold," said Tertius.
"There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of unhatched chicks," pointed out Quintus.
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Illium was a stunning sight against the lightening sky, his wings sweeping through the air with a grace that made him seem a half-forgotten dream. When he landed in the courtyard, his wings flaring out for an instant, he was at once very much a man, physical and sexual, and an unattainable fantasy.
Posthumous: It sounds like the name of a Roman gladiator, an unconquered gladiator. At least that's what poor Posthumous would like to believe. It gives him courage.
Marsilius of Padua, whose Defensor Pacis in 1324 was a forthright assertion of the supremacy of the state.
flibbertigibbets - and
Michael Varus drew his sword. 'My father is Janus, the god of two faces. I am used to seeing through masks and deceptions.
Gervasio Lonquimay
The fin whale is the second largest whale species on Earth, weighing up to 80 tons.
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.
Marrer of Middle-earth, would that I might see you face to face, and mar you as my lord Fingolfin did!
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
voluptuous sluggard,
Diary of a Brave Ender Dragon The
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
What the hell are you? (Desiderius)
I'm her godfather, with a heavy emphasis on the god part. (Acheron)
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
I think I'll call you Cygnus," Chelsea said.
"The swan?" I said. A bit precious, but it could have been worse.
She shook her head. "Black hole. Cygnus X-1.
the toe of an enormous and heroic
Alis volat propiss. (She flies with her own wings.)
(Hadrian Blackwater while poisoned) Gill the fish ... rest is best ... time is now ... it feels so good to ...
As Froi crossed this icy tomb, it occurred to him that he might never see Lord August and Lady Abian again. That he had never told them the truth. Finn and Isaboe had taught him to love, but the village of Sayles had taught him to belong.
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
Fallaces sunt rerum speciaes. The appearances of things are deceptive.
Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.
Froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. With a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Telimektar son of Tulkas is with those noble ones, and his face and weapons gleam as silver in the dark,
The man who flies shall fight again.
[Lat., Qui fugiebat, rusus praeliabitur.]
Skilled in every trick, a worthy heir of his paternal craft, he would make black look like white, and white look black.
[Lat., Furtum ingeniosus ad omne,
Qui facere assueret, patriae non degener artis,
Candida de nigris, et de candentibus atra.]
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
The mind's only perfect vassal.
Vivonex (see Chapter 6 for full details). Vivonex is an elemental
a creature of impulse.
Wisdom is the conqueror of fortune.
[Lat., Victrix fortunae sapientia.]
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.
To how much envy and fraud and hypocrisy the state of a tyrannous king is subject unto, and how they who are commonly called [Eupatridas Gk.], i.e. nobly born, are in some sort incapable, or void of natural affection.
Polybius more than 150 years earlier,
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
O you virtuous owle,
The wise Minerva's only fowle.
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Since my high school years, I have been interested in history, especially in Roman history, a topic on which I have read rather extensively. The Latin that goes with this kind of interest proved useful when I had to generate a few terms and names for cell biology.
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
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
primicerius? He was young, it was
Demetrius appeared
He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.'
Gothos' Folly
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born)
Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.
Coelorum perrupit claustra.
He broke through the barriers of the skies.
[Herschel's epitaph]
This wasn't the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.
Ironic, is it not, that the great Divinicus Nex cowers in fear from that which should be her fated prey? A decidedly diametric circumstance.
What? It's irritating when the monster hunting you has a better vocabulary than your own. Maybe it could do my eulogy?
Danglars was one of those calculating men who are born with a pen behind their ear and an inkwell instead of a heart.
It does not matter a feather whether a man be supported by patron or client, if he himself wants courage.
[Lat., Animus tamen omnia vincit.
Ille etiam vires corpus habere facit.]
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
In your past lies your future. [Acheron Parthenopaeus]
Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Will you say it?
"Aleksander"
His grin faded and his grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Again."
"Aleksander
With Nietzsche, the black pirates' flag appears for the first time on the high sea of German knowledge. (He is) a different man, from a different race, (his,) a new kind of heroism, philosophywith bellicose weapons and armor.
Don't let them take away our little king, Froi. Not the Avanosh people or Bestiano. I'm begging you, Froi." That she had to speak the words broke something inside of him. "I will protect you," he whispered. "I will never let anything happen to you or our child.
The young king, bright with such gold as is not found in any mine, strode across the waves; and the glory of him was such that he who looked on it should never look upon another.
O Rex Gentium O Rex Gentium, et desideratus earum, lapisque angularis, qui facis utraque unum: veni, et salva hominem, quem de limo formasti. O King of the nations, and their desire, the cornerstone making both one: Come and save the human race, which you fashioned from clay. O
F***ing triffids.
I love this quote when Valerian the King of the Nymphs says to his mate Shaye;
"I am Valerian, leader of the nymphs. You may call me Oh God, that is what the other surface dwellers have preferred to call me".
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
They can try to kill me all they want, but I'm the girl who stands on tha backs of the beasts of the NeoPacific. The Minnow blazes from within, promising life and warmth and vilainy, but out here I'm mighty.
Underneath their human guises, they looked like the typical faery - that is, no wings, scantily clad and kind of man-pretty like Orlando Bloom's Legolas ...
He spat into the ocean and said, Eat that, galanos. And make a dream you've killed a man.
At that time the archiepiscopal throne of Alexandria was filled by Theophilus, the perpetual enemy of peace and virtue; a bold, bad man, whose hands were alternately polluted with gold and with blood.
Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem
CLYTEMNESTRA
What ails thee, raising this ado for us?
SLAVE
I say the dead are come to slay the living.
The violet sea longs for the birth of gods,
for to be born here is an unspeakable feast,
a drumroll of commanding retinues and tritons.
Fex urbis, lex orbis" (The dregs of the city, the law of the earth), from Les Miserables, attributed to St. Jerome
[Footnote:] The head of a Pike, served at supper, is said to have caused the death from terror of Theodoric the Goth, who imagined the fish's features to be those of Symmachus, a man he had just killed. But for this story, we of today would have no idea what Symmachus looked like.
Lars Porsena of Clusium
By the Nine Gods he swore
That the great house of Tarquin
Should suffer wrongs no more.
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures,
That is the only wealth for ever yours.
[Lat., Extra fortunam est, quidquid donatur amicis;
Quas dederis, selas semper habebis opes.]