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IOU one Roman praetor.
She will be returned safely.
Sit tight.
Otherwise you'll be killed.
XOX, the Hunters of Artemis.
Though you strut proud of your money, yet fortune has not changed your birth.
[Lat., Licet superbus ambules pecuniae,
Fortuna non mutat genus.]
Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.
A mind that is charmed by false appearances refuses better things.
[Lat., Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat.]
Beware of the man of one book.
[Lat., Home unius libri, or, cave ab homine unius libri.]
Polybius more than 150 years earlier,
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
Machiavelli is not an evil genius, nor a demon, nor a miserable and cowardly writer; he is nothing but the fact. And he is not only the Italian fact; he is the European fact, the fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the presence of the moral idea of the nineteenth.
Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and - relatively - fearful eyes and voices.
The history of Rome presents various men of greater genius than Scipio Aemilianus, but none equalling him in moral purity, in the utter absence of political selfishness, in generous love of his country, and none, perhaps, to whom destiny has assigned a more tragic part.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
hydra of revolution,
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.]
Calamus fortior gladio.
Exodia Obliterate!
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,
I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's,
Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Justice, though moving with tardy pace, has seldom failed to overtake the wicked in their flight.
[Lat., Raro antecedentem scelestum
Deseruit pede poena claudo.]
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2
We extol ancient things, regardless of our own times.
[Lat., Vetera extollimus recentium incuriosi.]
THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
I think Illium can take care of himself."
"Not if he keeps flirting with you."
A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light.
"Raphael's not the sharing kind.
(whose initials were probably OCTAVIAN).
Lothaire Konstantin Daciano, Sovereign of Dacia, the Realm of Blood and Mist.
This is Detective Miller. He died when Eros hit Venus and now he's a puppet of the protomolecule."
"Semi-autonomous," the alien said.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise.
a creature of impulse.
Paulinus, everyone knows. Say the word, and I'll run the bitch over with my chariot
Ilauria on Phaedrus: His love was like the sun and the moon all wrapped in one.
I assume he is the one unfortunate enough to be called Ptolemus.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Mars red gladiolus
Thus Nero went up and down Greece and challenged the fiddlers at their trade. Aeropus, a Macedonian king, made lanterns; Harcatius, the king of Parthia, was a mole-catcher; and Biantes, the Lydian, filed needles.
A man polished to the nail.
[Lat., Ad unguem factus home.]
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
AOE/Axsys The magic machine.
Since my high school years, I have been interested in history, especially in Roman history, a topic on which I have read rather extensively. The Latin that goes with this kind of interest proved useful when I had to generate a few terms and names for cell biology.
You sure you're not a Roman, Annabeth? Or an Amazon?
Michael Varus drew his sword. 'My father is Janus, the god of two faces. I am used to seeing through masks and deceptions.
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
Julius Caesar walks into a bar. "I'll have a martinus," he says. The bartender
Ut onimous sergimous. As one, we rise.
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
Hic jacet Arthurus Rex quandam Rexque futurus - the once and future king.
Dewan ex machina
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
Centurion! Would you like to be a cavalryman one last time? There are Venicones who escaped when your line was broken to be hunted down, and Tribune Licinius has ordered me to take the best men available in their pursuit. Leave this hairy gentleman to watch the fun, and join us in the hunt!
Periplus of the Erythrean Sea, written
Apollodorus came, Caesar saw, Cleopatra conquered.
voluptuous sluggard,
Decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir.
The man who makes the attempt justly aims at honour and reward.
Most people know who Pegasus is, for instance, but few realize that he was born from the blood of snake-headed Medusa immediately after she was slain by Perseus. The luminous winged stallion of the Greeks emerged from the life force of womanly wisdom in its darkest, most disturbing aspect,
Lat, urbes constituit aetas: hora dissolvit: momento fit cinis: diu sylva.
An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them. In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
So Septimus will be the eighty-second Lord of Stormhold," said Tertius.
"There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of unhatched chicks," pointed out Quintus.
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est.
A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killers hand.
Miseria fortes viros, Ronan," Adam said.
When he said "Ronan," it meant: Ronan.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Dubium sapientiae initium. (Doubt is the origin of wisdom.)
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Ex Scientia, Tridens
(From knowledge, seapower)
She called herself Mater Tantibus." I scraped the rust off my Latin. "Mother of Nightmares?" "Pretentious, right?" Said the Grand Matriarch of the House of Dead Roses, I thought, but I was smart enough not to say that out loud.
Coelorum perrupit claustra.
He broke through the barriers of the skies.
[Herschel's epitaph]
Tritons Trident!
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The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
Megalodons," Prometheus announced, pulling the Rukma higher and higher, little fountains of water spilling from the leaks in its sides.
"They were at least thirty feet long!" Scathach said.
"I know," replied the Elder. "They must have been babies.
The mob is a monster, with the hands of Briareus, but the head of Polyphemus,
strong to execute, but blind to perceive.
Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
Suetonius, in holding up a mirror to those Caesars of diverting legend, reflects not only them but ourselves: half-tamed creatures, whose great moral task is to hold in balance the angel and the monster within - for we are both, and to ignore this duality is to invite disaster.
You think I'm a part of the Magicus Mundi?"
"You are telling me you're not? That being the new Lilith means nothing? That it's a human thing?"
"It's the quintessential human thing," Sylvie said. "The ability to say fuck you.
Oh, can these men love, my Clodius? Scarcely even with the senses. How rarely a Roman has a heart! He is but the mechanism of genius - he wants its bones and flesh.
From a swift canter the powerful legs of Melynlas stretched to a gallop. The stallion's muscles heaved beneath him and Taran, sword raised, plunged into the sea of men. His head spun and he gasped as if drowning. He realized he was terrified.
To Harmodius, descended from the ancient Harmodius, when he reviled Iphicrates [a shoemaker's son] for his mean birth, "My nobility," said he, "begins in me, but yours ends in you.
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
[Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)
Members of the Pravus Rule and the Vertas League are both welcome to bid on this capture, a female who will have tactical value against a common enemy.
Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis.
(In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me.)
I will go to the Ring of Sacred Volcanoes, but I shall go not as a member of the MacHeath clan - no, I shall go as a free runner. I reject you. I deny you, I refuse and repudiate you as my clan.
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.
Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
The assembly of warriors stands, faces now smeared with blood, and together we recite the names of our chief enemies. "Karnus au Bellona, Aja au Grimmus, Imperator Tiberius au Bellona, Scipia au Falthe, Octavia au Lune, Agrippina au Julii, and Cassius au Bellona. These are wanted lives." In
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
What power could bruise the sky? Melliel
Lyra and Caelum: the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.
Brutus, a young man, over the fleet and those Gallic vessels which he had ordered to be furnished by the Pictones and the Santoni, and the other provinces which remained at peace; and commands him to proceed towards the Veneti, as soon as he could. He himself hastens thither with the land forces.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Ratio et prudentia curas,
Non locus effusi late maris arbiter, aufert.
[it is reason and wisdom which take away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.]