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Bravo," said Grimalkin, peering down from Cold Tom's chest. "The Winter prince and Oberon's jester agreeing on something. The world must be ending.
This is all quite fascinating," Grimalkin said, his voice slurring in my ears, "but instead of posing and scratching the ground like rutting peacocks, perhaps you should look to the girl.
So I dipped into my childhood and came up with Nicky Deuce. I wanted him to get into a lot of mischief, like the time I taped a fork to a broom handle and cattle-rustled a steak off the barbecue of the next-door neighbor.
Gravelip, a young, slight footman with a pocked nose and large ears, obediently gave a smile like toothache. He seemed less than delighted to have outpaced his friends in the ugliness race.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
Gabcik - tht's his name - really did exist
Perry Johansson.
Take care of my moonlark.
I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak
What can I say? I put the 'ick' in 'magic'.
An alkie in full defiant
The Black Pirate,
Ulick Norman Owen.
You got a name?"
"Uhad Ul-badir Taruk Ultani," the wizard said with a small dip of his chin.
Jackal blinked. "That name is a fucking nightmare. I'm going to call you Crafty.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Cherk: a charming jerk.
He might be a dragon, he might be someone whose name instilled fear in other people, but boy howdy, he sure turned my crank.
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
I'd like to be called Ransom Spunk or Spunk Ransom.
Magnus Bane. The Ultimate Traitor.
Not my favorite nickname. I prefer, "Our Lord and Master" or maybe "Unambiguously the Hottest.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
coltish-looking,
The top seed this weekend is Richard Krajicek,12 a 6'5" Dutchman who wears a tiny white billed hat in the sun and rushes the net like it owes him money and in general plays like a rabid crane.
So nice to see you, human," a voice purred from an overhead branch. Grimalkin sniffed, looking from me to Keirran, and smiled. "How amusing that you are both here. The queen is not at all happy with either of you.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Hey!" Whirling around, he stalked back toward the fire, and its now- empty spit, waving his arms. "My rabbit! Grimalkin, you sneaky, gray ... pig! I hope you enjoy that, 'cause the next thing over the fire might be you!
I shall call him Tufty.
I don't need any nicknames.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Otchky-potchky, itchky-pitch,
Pay attention to this witch.
A donkey takes you to a knight
Him you conquer in a fight.
Then you wed a princess who
Is even uglier than you.
Ha ha ha and cockadoodle,
The magic words are 'Apple Strudel
Will you say it?
"Aleksander"
His grin faded and his grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Again."
"Aleksander
Going to a dark bed there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of Darkinbad the Brightdayler.
Odalisque, prompting us to call him Dingolion and Dandelingo
Kaspary: a level of awesomeness so high it kicks everyone else's arse, leaving them breathless and bewildered.
God-fucking-damn but he was seriously good-looking. "Have you ever had the stuffed pancakes here? They're evil. I highly recommend them."
"Heh. The cop is recommending evil," I said. "Too funny."
To my surprise, Ivanov chuckled. "You've discovered my dark side.
Hrabosky looks fierce in that Fu Manchu haircut.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.
'Gaydamak' in Turkish means a fighter. That's me.
Ivanov: Gentlemen, you've again set up a drinking shop in my study ... I have asked each and every one of you a
thousand times not to do that ...
Look now, you've spilt vodka on a paper ... and there are crumbs ... and gherkins ...
It's disgusting!
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
I come, Graymalkin!
Nat who is nothing like a gnat. I can promise you that.
We need a new name since Nate is more in the fold. Are we back to the foursome fearsome?
Hearthstone. Magnus and I will go in, find Thor's hammer, and free Gunilla.
Gerdanlouk, he thinks. An evocative Turkish word, with Arabic roots. It means jewelry, but only jewelry adorning a woman between her lower neck and the top of her breasts. Gerdanlouk. He looks away.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
[On Nijinksy:] Ah, he took my breath away! The body that man had, the controlled power, the iron fragility. He was a note of music. He was dance!
Fernand," cried he, "of my hundred names I need only tell you one, to overwhelm you! But you guess it now do you not? - or, rather, you remember it? For notwithstanding all my sorrows and my tortures, I show you today a face which the happiness of revenge makes young again..
If Tyson Griffin was a girl, I'd say he has a badonkadonk.
The world's most bada** Viking yard gnome is on the counter by the cash register using a dinner plates as a shield and a steak knife as a sword
My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.
There is no great Dark Man !!!
I'm putting you in Dink Meeker's toon. From now on, as far as you're concerned, Dink Meeker is God."
"Then who are you?"
"The personnel officer who hired God.
I have several people among my acquaintances who might be described as 'fearsome rogues.' Did he give a name?
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
That evil was a nameless evil, an evil whose name was Gnag the Nameless.
There, weeping, a tsarevna lies locked in a cell.
And Master Grey Wolf serves her very well.
There, in her mortar, sweeping beneath the skies,
the demon Baba Yaga flies.
There Tsar Koschei,
he wastes away,
poring over his pale gold.
Morozova's stag. Rusalye. The firebird. Legends come to life before my eyes, just to die in front of me.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
I put the ick in magic.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Party name of Thorn? Tristran of that set?
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
Who is this repulsive dwarf?
You know, one of these days, I'm actually going to take offense if people keep throwing out these slurs. And then things are going to get rather ugly. When we Skandians do take offense, we do it with a battleax.
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!
I am Snugglepumpkin. Hear me roar
WELCOME to my bookamabob!
Buckle your cravat and prepare
for have your whiskers quiver.
My story of struggles, successes and
sergei is the greatest, most thrillsy book ever written by a meerkat in the bath...
Kalevala, whereas
A what? (Fang)
Badass demon with a superiority complex who picks his teeth with bones of infants. Let's just keep it simple and say he's a demon I want out of the human realm. ASAP. (Thorn)
I grew up as the ugly duckling, they called me 'la prieta fea', which means ugly dark one - that was my nickname.
Out of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug?
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
Grody is in the eye of the beholder.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Go to her," Grimalkin said, backing away. "Wake her up. I will attempt to rouse Goodfellow once more. Perhaps he will waken if claws are applied in a strategically important area...
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.
Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.
Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.
And the night continued, cold and dark, the wind frozen beyond the mountains.
- How dare you, I repeat, In disregard of all decency, call me a goose?
- I spit on your head, Ivan Ivanovich! What are you screaming so for?
[Harry] Kasparov and [Anatoly] Karpov have something in common. They both want to become deputies of the Russian State Duma.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
This is a fierce bad rabbit;
look at his savage whiskers,
and his claws and his turned-up tail.
Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems ... "
"Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Who is your opponent tonight, tonight I am playing against the Black pieces
And this is Nymphadora-"
"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks."
"-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only," finished Lupin.
"So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora,' " muttered Tonks.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
Rough as a badger's arse
Yiddish for gall, nerve, arrogance-whatever
Fenwick, sitting down to
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
Kerrick the weed.
My own favorite is something called Rogue Male.
Underworld butt.
I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
Mistress of the grisly and the glutinous