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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.
I haven't played Hedda Gabler yet, but maybe if I did I might find the funny bits.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
I thought of her as she, and she as her.
You do like them thin, don't you?" Pyrlig said, amused. "Now I like them meaty as well-fed heifers! Give me a nice dark Briton with hips like a pair of ale barrels and I'm a happy priest. Poor Hild. Thin as a ray of sunlight, she is, but I pity a Dane who crosses her path today.
Agatha wondered whether in this room of heroes young and old, Hester was the greatest hero of all.
Solveig was higher up than me. She had a white apron. She was the cook. Sieving and singing hymns that her pastor in Sweden had taught her. Her eyes were the beautiful twinkling blue of a sleeping doll.
blatherskate," I
And there I was, a woman who yearned so hard for the sky there had to be stars in my blood, yet I was stuck in Heliodor City, missing it all.
The whorl of her stars.
She [Comedy] it is who proposes the correcting of pretentiousness, of inflation, of dulness, and of the vestiges of rawness and grossness to be found among us. She is the ultimate civilizer, the polisher, a sweet cook.
Hesia was right. The real test of person is whether they can see past the names and labels." His gaze was steady."I've seen you. You laugh, you fear, you cry, you love. You're as human as me, Na'Chi
Ogygia. Still, Hazel Levesque impressed him - even when she wasn't sitting atop a scary immortal supersonic horse who cussed like a sailor. He
I want you to meet her. If for any reason you suspect anything strange about her ---"
Hilde laughed. "I'll let you know if she tries to kill me.
Dolchyme: "It's ... just that ... we don't get many of your kind around here. Stormling folk and all that.
Anadyr: "I'm a Storm Lord, actually."
Dolchyme: "Sheesk - if I'm not in the presence of royalty then.
Victoria Principal - she
Hesternal, I remembered, meant, "pertaining to yesterday." I was nodding over the rest of the phrase
Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval.
There's always a 'she'. Isn't there?
Hera!" Hera was theHera-- Rick Riordan
Men recognised her always: the same effulgent face, the same rust voice. And she and I, we recognised each other; I her face and she my legend.
Of three things in this life she expected no good: a man who had sold his soul to Sheitan; a woman proud of her beauty; and the news that could not wait till the morning to be delivered.
She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she ...
Freya, I killed a man.
I love her," Kane suddenly remarked from the other side of the room. "God bless her heart. I love her."
He was chuckling wickedly as he looked back at the Felines staring at him. "Wolves eat cats for dinner.
By God, I wanna be a wolf." He looked at Sherra and growled.
She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.
And now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful attributes, and commonly known by the impersonal but, to my mind, rather awesome title of She.
Tommy Gnosis: What is that?
Hedwig: It's what I've got to work with.
So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.
Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n
From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view
On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's
Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a world
Of destined habitation.
At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a large maggot around her lips.
Get that strait jacket that Heidenreich had and put it on Lita!
Haruna: If you don't fall for her, she might kill you!...I'll protect you with all I've got!
Yoh: Thanks. Sometimes I feel like I got myself a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend.
That was Hera," Thalia grumbled. "Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon." "That's it, Thalia Grace," said the goddess. "I will turn you into an aardvark, so help me -
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
apocalyptic statuary of the post-Hegira expansionist period. I
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
She called on Hecate, on Brighid, on Morrigan and Babd Catha, summoning the strength and power of the goddesses.
Nora: Torvald, don't look at me like that!
Torvald: Can't I look at my richest treasure? At all that beauty that's mine, mine alone-completely and utterly.
As the ample Hedda, who disguised her ampleness behind a billow of yellow summer dress, told it, her life up 'til she hoisted this very bloody mary in her hand was a convoluted tale of bubbly love gone flat, fine talents unnoticed and similarly woeful bullshit.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
Olivia said something about a redheaded gargoyle with fangs. I
A recluse, like Hepzibah, usually displays remarkable frankness, and at least temporary affability, on being absolutely cornered, and brought to the point of personal intercourse; like the angel whom Jacob wrestled with, she is ready to bless you when once overcome.
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
She's the one I told you about. Everyone is looking for her. Lucifer wants her.
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.
Hephaestus glowered up at us. "I didn't make you, did I?"
Uh," Annabeth said, "no, sir."
Good," the god grumbled. "Shoddy workmanship.
Her name was Hildegardis, and she was acknowledged far and wide as the fairest of maidens.
Linda Heavner Gerald has been selected as a contestant in the Author's Show!
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.
Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All
Lorcan rubbed his head. "Am I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?" It seemed Hefaidd-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. "All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That's all I want.
She's Verglas's greatest tragedy and last hope: the Princess Rakel.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
I had no idea there'd be so many Sherpas aboard!" exclaimed Miss Simpkins.
"I'm not a Sherpa," Nadira said. "I'm a gypsy."
"Oh, my goodness!" said the chaperone.
She's your mate, Amren bit at me, not your spy go get her. She is my mate and my spy, I said too quietly. And she is the high lady of the night court. Not a consort,not wife. Feyre is high lady of the night court, my equal in every way.
When is she Sibyl Vane?" "Never.
Hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage.
Yorda...that's your name?
She's almost as annoying as you, I told Horus. Impossible, Horus said. No one bests Horus. I
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Scheherazade, of course, was always in the back of my mind, because she's also a storyteller identified as female who tells a lot of anti-female stories. There's a parade in The Arabian Nights of sorceresses, adulteresses, ghouls, sirens, harridans.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
So ... "he whispered huskily in my ear, "we've discovered that you can arouse me." He demonstrated this fact by pressing harder against me, just in case I'd forgotten. "However, we don't know about you. And there is the small matter of Heka.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Vincent laughed. "No, you still need to look like a Helian."
"So I should burn everything to a crisp?"
"Well, that would definitely get your mother's attention, but I think that she's looking for something more sophisticated and less ... scary.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit."
Gwenvael to Annwyl
In case you don't recognize me, I happen to be good friends with Princess Selene. I'm willing to guess you've heard of-"
"Apprehend her."
"I guess you have.
Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like when you are eating bread that's got sand in it.
Vella looked around. "This is really a revolting place, Yarblek," she told him.
"You've been spending too much time with Porenn," he said. "You're starting to get delicate."
"How would you like to have me gut you?" she offered.
"That's my girl.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
The rule of the giant's wife, a most worthy woman, whose only fault was that she was to ready to trust boys.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
The gibbering mad SandWing a few cages down who never shuts up, all night long? (What is her story? Has she really been here since the rule of Queen Oasis?) Or
A ship is always referred to as 'she' because it costs so much to keep one in paint and powder.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
You can call me he. You can call me she. You can call me Regis and Kathie Lee; I don't care! Just as long as you call me.
The smile was still on his face, but his words were like the arctic winds. "You don't talk to her. At all." There was no stopping He-Man when he came out to play.
That was Hera. Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.
So who was she? (Vane)
Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang)
Didn't know you were fond of men. I'll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)
Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena ... " He did not recognize her. His voice failed.
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi)
After three ex-husbands, she learned to listen to her instincts. That little voice in the back of her head that whispered "he's cheating on you" or "he's using you." When she was around Pallas, that voice said "look at how he protects the weak" and "damn, that ass.
He'd found a new home, at last.
And love... Her name was Kymora.
Hecate teaches us that the way to the vision that inspires renewal is to be found in moving through the darkness.
Don't be afraid."
"I hear voices," Iggy said. "Be very afraid.
I have vanquished giants, and I have sent villains and malefactors to her, but where can they find her if she has been enchanted and transformed into the ugliest peasant girl anyone can imagine?
And you can use that sword, Weland Godfredson?"
"As a woman can use her tongue, lord."
"You're that good, eh?" Ragnar asked, as ever unable to resist a jest.
I am I, I am he. We are, but I am I, first I am I, I will defend being I until I am unable to fight any longer. I am I, Atalia. Ego. Yo. A professional degree, an Argentine, a scarlet fingernail, pretty sometimes, big dark eyes, I. Atalia Donosi, I. Yo. Yo-yo, windlass and hawser. Funny.
Look at you. How did you happen to me?"
Gods, shew as just going to cry if he kept this up.
"I just ... there's no one else. Ever. It's you until I no longer draw breath.
Hekate smacked the mirror down. "I'd never fancy you," she retorted to Hermes. "And if you ever try to kiss me, I'll
I'll keep a snake hidden in my clothes and make it bite you. On the lips. And on both ears."
"See, your threats are still age twelve," Hermes said. "I'll help you work on that.
She walks
the lady of my delight
A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.
Hello, pretty hag," he said.
"Wolf," she teased. "You look good enough to eat."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Why is it when I tell you that, you look ready to bolt for the door?"
She braced her hands on her hips. "I do not," she said, indignant. "At least not anymore.
She is sunshine, she is light...she is his.
I don't mean to mock the gods,
but Freyja seems to me a bitch.
- Hjalti Skjeggjason
Ibsen is like this room where we are sitting, with all the tables and chairs. Do I care whether you have twenty or twenty-five links on your chain? Hedda Gabler, Nora and the rest: it is not that I want! I want Rome and the Coliseum, the Acropolis, Athens; I want beauty, and the flame of life.
If she's so important, why aren't you here guarding her? (Wulf) Mostly because this ain't Buffy and there's not one single Hellmouth to guard. I'm up to my armpits in Armageddon down here in New Orleans and not even I can physically be in two places at once. (Acheron)
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
So when it came to a female of worth like Ehlena, he was always going to be on the far side of the glass, nose pressed up hard, palms spread with need, never getting close enough to tough. It was only fair to her.