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This is Klara. She's yours to do with as you will. Here.' He gave me a small, silver handled whip. 'You might need this to remind her of that, though
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
Let the galled jade wince' -
Come close now,' ordered Fenworth. 'Time for an exit. I think we'll whirl, Kale likes to whirl. Hold hands. Let's stay together, children. I want no one lost.
No surname? Or is Thorn it?"
"Thorn is all anyone needs to know about me."
"As in thorn up all our collective nether regions," Devyl muttered.
The guard hit Kestrel across the face. "I said, what did you give him?"
You had a warrior's heart, even then.
Kestrel spat blood. "Nothing," she told the guard. She thought of her father, she thought of Arin. She told her final lie. "I gave him nothing.
so far remained unbroken. Now my turn had come. In early springtime, when I was just sixteen, my mother took me to the house where she had won her shield so many years before. The Lady Abicel, long dead, had left her house and lands, along with her
Guile is the shield and spear of the oppressed.
To Auriel, I will give the gift of gold.
After the night of long and false captivity, the golden SUN is about to rise, and all this by the power of the Stone, lapis ex caelis; for be sure that as Auriel rises the LION shall fall.
Qui non intelligit aut discat aut taceat.
Heckle and Jeckle again
Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield And by his side a sword and a buckler, And on that other side a gay daggere, Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear:
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
Erak. The one they call the Oberjarl," the Arridi answered him.
Impulsively, Axl took a pace forward, raising his ax threateningly.
You'll have to go through the rest of us to take him!" he shouted defiantly.
Well done, Axl," he said. "You've just told them I'm here.
Give an inch, he'll take an ell.
The horn that wakes the sleepers! The shield that guard the realms of men!
Wind-voice looked in amazement at the sword in his claws. "I - I'll keep it safe," he muttered to Winger. "For the hero, when he comes ... "
Winger was smiling a light, dreamy smile that radiated all over his thin face. "The hero is here, Wind-voice," he said, awed. "You're the hero.
Fletcher Lynd Seagull was still quite young, but already he knew that no bird had ever been so harshly treated by any Flock, or with so much injustice.
Freydolf worried that the stone might have been [stolen], but he finally found it safe and sound in one of the many drawers that were better for losing things than organizing them.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.
This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
if I have aught it is gave from Thy Hand
Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor's wife at her husband's desk, she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new word or pieced together a sentence.
What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?
Hearth signed, 'is it talking? I don't read sword lips.'
'what is he saying?' Jack asked. 'I don't read elf hands
The hand that gives, gathers.
gate, the guards, who
The thing of courage
As rous'd with rage doth sympathise,
And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
Retorts to chiding fortune.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
The city Babel is the Ham-like man, who builds this city upon the earth; the tower is his self-chosen god, and divine worship. All reason-taught, from the school of this world, are the master-builders of this tower.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
To the counsel of fools a wooden bell.
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red
Reverberance of hail upon the dead
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
I gave thee what could not be heard
What had not been given before
The beat of my heart I gave !
A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!"
It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!"
He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.
closed behind Anne
Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.
Your storm, Thlayli-rah. Use it.
Given of the god,
Given to the god,
Taken by the god in valour, honour and glory.
May you journey safely to your destination.
A good turn at need,At first or last, shall be assur'd of meed.
Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out of that warehouse.
Hand-barrow - a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
Dill, whenever they paused in their pursuits:
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
Climbed that roost, alighted right there.
Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.
A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare.
Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear.
A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.
Next to that dragon Micha had wirtten: 'KIS EacH OthER'.
Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel.
'She is the little queen,' said Abel, 'in our fairy tale, at least.'
'One must obey the queen,' said Anna.
Will you draw your sword with your free hand?"
"I already have. Will you make a fist with yours?"
"It's clenched.
But if you would know, I am turning aside soon. I am going to have a long talk with Bombadil: such a talk as I have not had in all my time. He is a moss-gatherer, and I have been a stone doomed to rolling. But my rolling days are ending, and now we shall have much to say to one another.
A true gift is given with no expectation. Mr. Feeney
You're my Aslan.
Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.
When I give, I give myselfGive-- Walt Whitman
But courage, child: we are all between the paws of the true Aslan.
Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch and thump under her hand. It sounded like a cat eating a bird.
It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. Aelin
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.
Who understood
Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed ...
A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
Harrenhal must be held, though, and Baelor Butthole here is the man that Cersei chose to hold it.
Cabal slapped him hard. Perhaps harder than necessary, but he felt he deserved a little recreation.
mulcted of his presents, but they were given
Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back,
A name in your recollection, down among a million same. - A Perfect Circle.
Nijel was one of those people who, if you say 'don't look now,' would immediately swivel his head like an owl on a turntable.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
A hairbrush.
Khalil died over a fucking hairbrush.
Zel so often put himself outside of where he wanted to be and then looked in dumbly through the window of his longing, hurt and beaten and knowing that he had hurt and beaten himself but still he did it, over and over.
And when I told you the tale o' Bael the Bard and how he plucked the rose o' Winterfell, I thought you'd know to pluck me then for certain, but you didn't. You know nothing, Jon Snow.
shut and slipped into
Go tae your hands again ... let me give it tae you. Lachlain MacRieve
If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me, I was born dead
Hunched down in the small bright room Nel waited. Waited for the oldest cry. A scream not for others, not in sympathy for a burnt child, or a dead father, but a deeply personal cry for one's own pain. A loud, strident: 'Why me?' She waited.
He turned with Wulfgar to leave, but the door burst in before them. "Nice blade, elf!" said Bruenor Battlehammer, standing in a puddle of seawater.
Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type."
"Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.
What the holy hand grenade was that?
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother's hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts.
A bending staff I would not break,
A feeble faith I would not shake,
Nor even rashly pluck away
The error which some truth may stay,
Whose loss might leave the soul without
A shield against the shafts of doubt.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
Gave their (right) names to things without seeing them;
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Thoth's beak! You are impossibley stubborn."
"Yeah, it's a gift.
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
Give Bethod a kick from me, once you have him under your boot."
"That I will, unless he gets me under his."
"Never easy, kicking upwards.
Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!
What does it say, 'I beat Meryl,'
Layken, you're dead!" Kel shouts, through the open window as he thrusts his imaginary sword into my neck. He waits for me to slump over, but I just roll my eyes at him. "I stabbed you. You're supposed to die!" he says.
"Believe me, I'm already dead.
By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
Lozen is my right hand ... strong as a man , braver than most, and cunning in strategy, Lozen is a shield to her people.
Forgotten history. You, however, are my present. (Varyk)
Oh, goody. Do I have to wear a bow? (Fang)
Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give
[Aslan said,] Well done, last of the Kings of Narnia, who stood firm at the darkest hour.
dead man's chest. He needed
But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.
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