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It would seem that, years later, Heath Hextall still had the ability to make her feel safe and valuable and visible, just as he had done as a boy. He was, at this moment, and as he had always been, an anchor in the storms she'd never seen coming.
They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl ... an aria of fear made audible.
The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.
Becoming unshakeable through this storm.
Sherrill On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.
And future deeds crowded round us as the countless stars in the night.
[Ger., Und kunftige Thaten drangen wie die Sterne
Rings um uns her unzahlig aus der Nacht.]
It was as though committing murders had purged him of lesser rudeness. Or perhaps, Starling thought, it excited him to see her marked in this particular way. She couldn't tell. The sparks in his eyes flew into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.
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.
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
In this candid and rounded memoir, Baksi answers the questions a multitude of Larsson's fans have already asked about his upbringing; the recurring death threats; his insomnia and his vices; his feminism
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
All the Danish leaders, had carved into our shield wall with his great war ax, I had faced him, beaten him, and sent him to join the einherjar, that army of the dead who feast and swive in Odin's corpse hall. What
The differences between Buber and Hegel far outnumber their similarities. But they are at one in their opposition to any otherworldliness, in their insistence on finding in the present whatever beauty and redemption there may be, and in their refusal to pin their hopes on any beyond.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
A knot tightened around Wilhelm's chest. So this is how jealousy feels.
We read the [Dracula] scripts, but Jess [De Gouw] and I are completely taken out of the hunts and anything with Van Helsing. We're just living our lives, as our characters.
The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
Hans: [Y]ou can't conceive what a great fellow I'm going to be. The seed of immortality has sprouted within me.
Deronda: Only a fungoid growth, I daresay - a crowing disease in the lungs.
When nine-and-ninety hostages had shuffled by them to pass beneath the Wall, Tormund Giantsbane produced the last one. My son Dryn. You'll see he's well taken care of, crow, or I'll cook your black liver up and eat it.
To be in something as iconic as a Dracula film, and to be playing Jessica van Helsing, who would have been Dracula's choice for a bride, through history and beyond the grave, was a thrill.
Hegel, installed from above, by the powers that be, as the certified Great Philosopher, was a flat-headed, insipid, nauseating, illiterate charlatan who reached the pinnacle of audacity in scribbling together and dishing up the craziest mystifying nonsense.
"He's wicked. He's dangerous. And he's far from trustworthy. But he's devoted to me and Wonderland. In that respect, he's my friend." I stop before the rest can escape: He's lodged himself inside the netherling half of my heart, no matter how hard I tried to deny him access.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
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.
Who are you,' it boomed, 'to light a fire here in the depths of Himatan?'
'Someone who would dare to do so,' Pon-lor shouted down. 'Think you on that.
This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.
How're we gonna bring the big hag round?" said Big Yan.
"I heard where ye has to put someone's heid between their legs," said Rob doubtfully.
Daft Wullie sighed and drew his sword. "Sounds a wee bit drastic tae me," he said, "but if someone will help me hold her steady-
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
In truth, Liesel was a prisoner too, just held by different kinds of bonds.
Weyler, the brute, the devastator of haciendas, and the outrager of women . . . is pitiless, cold, an exterminator of men," ran one such account. "There is nothing to prevent his carnal, animal brain from running riot with itself in inventing tortures and infamies of bloody debauchery.
The Looming Tower.
Our st<>ong>oong>ry <>ong>oong>pens in the mind <>ong>oong>f Luther L. (L f<>ong>oong>r LeR<>ong>oong>y) Fliegler, wh<>ong>oong> is lying in his bed, n<>ong>oong>t thinking <>ong>oong>f anything, but just aware <>ong>oong>f s<>ong>oong>unds, c<>ong>oong>nsci<>ong>oong>us <>ong>oong>f his <>ong>oong>wn breathing, and sensitive t<>ong>oong> his <>ong>oong>wn heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying <>ong>oong>n her right side and enj<>ong>oong>ying her sleep.
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.
What do you make of him?" I asked Elizabeth.
"Apart from the fact he's clearly insane?"
"What can he learn from Konrad's blood?" I said. "Except that he needs it in his body to live!"
"There is something ghoulish about it."
"He's like a vampyre,
Hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage.
Up Eorlingas! Fear no darkness!
Glass broke and metal tools clattered to the ground.
"Have you any idea what all of that is worth?" Shezler growled, lowering his arm and advancing.
"Your soul, apparently," Kelsier whispered.
Lev was a clink in my armor, a crack in my wall,
His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor.
Kaethe Schwehn's poignant memoir explores longing, both spiritual and physical, community and faith, in prose that is calm, lovely, and filled with clear-eyed honesty and grace. Tailings is simply an exquisite book.
Well wtith a statue hermann cannot possibly fight
Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
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.
Is that you?" came Shurq's voice from the darkness within.
"Why yes," Bugg said, "it is."
"Liar. You're not you, you're Bugg. Where's Tehol? I need to talk to Tehol.
Yule - Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner - of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
If the Danes come," he spoke to Wulfhere, "you must let me fight."
"You don't know how to fight."
"Then you must teach me." He slid Serpent-Breath back into the scabbard. "Wessex needs a king who can fight," he said, "instead of pray.
Good King Wenceslas tastes great; We might as well eat Stephen, When the brains lay round about, Toasted crisp and bleedin'. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the virus cruel. When a poor man came in sight, He made fine undead fuel.
Owen is the most Hitchcockian preschooler I ever met. He's three. He knows maybe ninety word and one of them is 'crypt'?
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
I've seen what you truly are," said the Darkling, "and I've never turned away. I never will. Can he say the same?
The more he saw of this life the more he realised he just wanted what he'd always wanted: Nikolas bloody Mikkelsen.
Chapter XX Happy's the wooing That's not long a-doing
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Albert tin. Why're
If Uncle Monty had known known what bad luck was soon to come, he wouldn't have wasted a moment thinking about Gustav. I wish - and I'm sure you wish as well - we could go back in time and warn him, but we can't, and that's that.
Semmelweis reflex. They
What was it that Rilke wrote? That music raised him out of himself, and never returned him to where it had found him, but to a deeper place, somewhere in the unfinished.
(Alexander)'Sometimes I forget all this for months on end. Sometimes I think of it day and night. Sometimes I think, unless I find out the truth of it, I shall go mad.'
(Hephaistion)'That's stupid. You've got me now. Do you think I'd let you go mad?
I was reaching for one of the handles when I heard Heidler's voice from behind me. 'It would not be wise to enter. It is a bad time to disturb the dead.
You mean you don't know? (Wulf)
No. In fact, I'm thinking right now that one, if not both of us, needs to put down the crack pipe and start this night over. (Cassandra)
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Why does the brave druskelle Matthias Helvar eat no meat? 'Tis a sad story indeed, my child. His teeth were winnowed away by a vexatious Grisha, and now he can eat only pudding.
Don't get so choked," Enoch said, "you know I can't stand it. Anyway, it's cruel, waking Victor. He likes it where he is."
"And where's that?" I said.
"Who knows? But whenever we rouse him for a chat he seems in a dreadful hurry to get back.
Save the gerund and screw the whale.
God will pardon me..that's His line of work.
last words of Heinrich Heine
He was a hard man, but what else would he be? He had stood in the shield wall, he had watched the Danes come to the attack, and he had lived. He was no youngster.
I couldn't leave Total behind."
"Total?" Iggy asked.
"That's what his card said," Angel explained.
"Totally a mutant dog who will probably turn on us and kill us in our sleep," Fang said.
My queen of fire and dread;
Of swedes and cooper-thread,
Unstitch your irritation
And kiss me when I'm dead.
Heav'n hath no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
You are lightning made flesh. Colder than falling snow. Unstoppable as the desert sands riding the wind. You are Stormling, Aurora Pavan. Believe it.
Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram.
His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
In this spot, he is housed in evil. Reader, unbury him with a word.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
Give winter nothing; hold; and let the flake
Poise or dissolve along your upheld arms.
All flawless hexagons may melt and break;
While you must feel the summer's rage of fire,
Beyond this frigid season's empty storms.
Banished to bloom, and bear the birds' desire.
Oh better far those echoing hells
Half-threaten'd in the pealing bells
Than that this 'I' should cease to be -
Hegel remains of great importance to understand ourselves, but essentially because we have all grown out of a reaction against Hegel.
Thor's Morning Wood
Moodling is daydreaming, letting your mind wander, losing track of time, and, in the most severe cases...doing nothing" -Dill
In blissful solitude; he then survey'd Hell and the Gulf between, and Satan there Coasting the wall of Heav'n on this side Night In the dun Air sublime,
You are a creature of the darkness, the same as myself and Mr. Dowling. Like us, I fear that you will end up destined to play a cruel, vicious part in the shaping of the future. Some of us cannot escape the damnable reach of fate.
I have to do it, she thought, sitting in the red sunlight. There is a puzzle here - something to be solved. What was it Kelsier liked to say?
There's always another secret.
Hecate teaches us that the way to the vision that inspires renewal is to be found in moving through the darkness.
Glowering like a dwarven god of vengeance.
The sound he'd taken for an engine hum? The rowers chanting while a drummer kept the beat. "Row, row, row the boat, toward the Darkling Sea. And there we'll find some fucking fish, and have a killing spree." Each time they sang a verse, they cheered. A berserker army on its way to glory.
A Schwalling is when he does something unintentionally idiotic that makes him look stupid,
A single laugh burst from his lips, and a fin spray of blood settled over his chin. "Like this?"
His legs faltered. He tried to stop his descent, but his arm gave way and he crumpled, rolling to his back. It's simple enough. Like calls to like. The Darkling's own power. Morozova's own blood.
Pachelbel's Canon filled the sun-drowned room where they learned each other and even then the fear flickered across him like an osprey's shadow: This is too good to live for long.
Rocking her gently in his arms, Wulf wondered which of them had it worse. The mother who wouldn't live to see the baby grow, or the father who was damned to watch the baby and all those after him die.' (Wulf)
Their leader wore a Nazi helmet and had renamed himself Heimlich in honor of the man who ran the SS, not knowing he'd confused the Heimlich maneuver for rescuing choke victims and Heinrich Himmler.
Busts, carvings, engravings, and symbols of King Ludwig's
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.
One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
Hester, her head shaking and her ears flapping. Dirt chuffed,
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Heidrich and Himmler tried to eliminate obesity among the SS, Professor Saeki said. Himmler's dream was that one day, all Germans would be vegetarians
Hegel's philosophy is very difficult - he is, I should say, the hardest to understand of all the great philosophers. Before entering on any detail, a general characterization may prove helpful.