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Ah! the Generals! they are numerous, but not good for much!
They travel best in gangs, hanging around like clumps of bananas, thick skinned and yellow.
Save the World-ers
We are the Amazons, killers of men. Only the feeble-headed try their luck with us.
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm joining your crappy little renegade pack. The vampires' guard dogs.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
Marines - you beat them down and they come back for more.
We're eatable ants.
Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
Creatures which, lacking mankind's superior brain power, did not concern themselves with finding someone to blame, and instead tried to find someone to eat.
Fifty dorcas they're setting up an ambush near my ship. (Nykyrian)
No bet. I know they are. They're too stupid to not be obvious and predictable. Gah, I hate abiding by the law. Too bad you can't slaughter them where they stand. (Syn)
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
Elves, pixies, gnomes- the Moomins, Chorlton and the Wheelies, SpongeBob SquarePants- they all tried to invade you at some point.
Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
But who are they anyway?
To decide what I am.
They seemed more like machines than humans, and, let's face it, they are a civilian's army. An army whose soldiers dressed in costumes and walked and talked like robots, with guns strapped to their waist belts, always looking for an enemy.
What else would they be?"
"No idea." Arik shrugged ... "Aliens, mabye?"
"Aliens." Thanatos's voice was flat, disbelieving.
"Your scepticism is funny, coming from one of the Four fucking Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
We call them grunters. They're ghost hunters but grunters is more appropriate because most of them are pigs.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Have you called the alphas?"
"Yes."
"The rats, too?"
He bristled. "What about the rats?"
"They think you're hiding information from them"
"I hide information from everyone. Do they think they're special?
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
Sneaks, spies, defenders, heroes, masterminds, tenacious bastards - it doesn't matter what you call us. We're the ones who will do whatever it takes to stop those who believe they're entitled to wealth and power at the expense of others."
"The family business," Yelena said, smiling.
The better angels of our nature
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
I prefer rogues to imbeciles, because they sometimes take a rest.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,
are they not monsters?
Never pretend we are anything but what we are. Assassins.
Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.
These creatures have destroyed our lands. Murdered our people." Isana lifted her chin. "Pay them for it."
When Antillus Raucus looked up, his eyes were hard, cold, and clear. "Watch me.
Barking spiders!
Waifs and bloody strays, because normal people wouldn't be coppers.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
Elite warriors, when they accomplish their mission, they celebrate.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
My neighbors are crocodiles and tigers and giraffes.
The Man, man. Big Brother. The suits. The imperators." I
Traitors."
"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And, fortunately, life gave me the ability to push men like them off the tops of buildings.
A mix of human and lizard and who knows what else. White, tight reptilian skin smeared with gore, clawed hands and feet, their faces a mess of conflicting features.
I've told you before, Daniel: roach isn't an insult. We're the ones still standing after the mammals build their nukes, we're the ones with the stripped-down OS's so damned simple they work under almost any circumstances. We're the goddamned Kalashnikovs of thinking meat.
The ants are my friends- they're blowing in the wind
Ng Security Industries Semi-Autonomous Guard Unit #A-367 lives in a pleasant black-and-white Metaverse where porterhouse steaks grow on trees, da<>ng>ngng>li<>ng>ngng> at head level from low branches, and blood-drenched Frisbees fly through the crisp, cool air for no reason at all, until you catch them.
Nonsense. It's elves!
We're getting ready to take over the world. My group of girlfriends - we're renegades.
Do you know what the Sharkgard call humans on a ship?>
They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans]
If we look straight and deep into a chimpanzee's eyes, an intelligent self-assured personality looks back at us. If they are animals, what must we be?
[S]elfish members win within groups, but groups of altruists best groups of selfish members. (63)
Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
Bloody Egyptian gods in their bloody revealing swimwear.
Do you know what they call themselves, all these people?"
Alyss shook her head. How could she know?
"Alyssians." Bibwit spelled it out.
Her heart gave a little jump. Alyssians? No, they ask too much of me. "I don't think I'm ready for all of this," she said.
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
Idiot, n. A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling.
Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.
Oberon perked up, Awesome! I've never seen a base model elf before! But they come with bonus dudes?
Lemmings with suicide vests. It's kind of an insult to lemmings to call them lemmings, so they'd have to be more than just a lemming, because jumping to your death is not enough.
What are we, Charlie's Angels?
Which animal the ruler should impersonate depends strongly on what animals the followers are.
Them. Too much activity, right where the colonel
you were attacked by cement monkeys?
Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
Morons. I've got morons on my team.
They were devils incarnate.
If we were bees, ants, or Lacedaemonian| warriors, to whom personal fear does not exist and cowardice is the most shameful thing in the world, warring would go on forever. But luckily we are only men - and cowards.
elite squad that went after the tough cases with the relentless skill of a boar rooting in the mud for a truffle.
Factions are blind men who aim correctly.
They're creepy shadow things. I didn't realize they needed proper motivation to kill.
I ain't got nothing against those Congs.Congs-- Mohamad Ali
Those are my enemies: they want to overthrow and to construct nothing themselves. They say: "All that is worthless"
and want to create no value themselves.
their heads cut off and nailed to posts. Jack Gladstone is
The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden.
"The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My
people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't
much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks
off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.
Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.
Oh, there you are. I was afraid you had gone off to your stoats again. The carrier has brought you an ape.' 'What sort of an ape?' asked Stephen. 'A damned ill-conditioned sort of an ape.
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
I am officially a member of The New Breed!
The next minute or so was spent howling on the ceiling . Imp No.1 joined in, but he wasn't really feeling it. It shouldn't be "Who do we hate?", he thought, it really should be "whom", but this probably wasn't a good time to bring that up.
Idol of idiot-worshippers!
Deveels are some of the meanest characters you'd ever not want to tangle with. They're some of the most feared and respected characters in the dimensions."
"Are they warriors? Mercenaries?"
Aahz shook his head.
"Worse!" he answered. "They're merchants.
The Midnight Gang
congress of angels.
Be careful: they have arms, and no alternatives.
Enemies are so stimulating.
Who are the real monsters?
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
One never knows when one might have to defend against ... " Bounty hunters? Soldiers? Enforcers? "Opossums.
Animals, I think. We're animals.
Stupid, fragile mortals.
long squirrel guns
They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.
You and everyone else on the planet," I said. "Nobody actually knows, and they won't tell us, so everybody sits around guessing and theorizing, and it's all kind of pointless. Maybe they're spacefaring micemen from Planet Cheese and they've come for our provolone.
They see through me. I am the
chariot driver that takes them to their death.
1. People who are
Baldur laughed. "I don't think you understand just how alien these people are." "They aren't people, Sammis said." "In my view, anything that thinks is a person." I had to think about that. Didn't flying gophers think a little? Where did you draw the line?
If I catch them, I will kill them.
The ants are bad" The Bear
"the ants?"Tahir
"Do not be fooled. They look very small, so harm you don't think of then at all. Then years. Then one day you wake up, and your home has fallen down." Osman.
Alpha of the Vltava Pack. Been around since the Middle fucking Ages. Apparently a baker-of all the sodding things for a fearsome Alpha to be. We are glad we don't have to tell people our Alpha is a motherehumping baker.
I have the utmost confidence that through your efforts we will eventually beat the hell out of those bastards - You name them; I'll shoot them!