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Enguerran looked up at Damen. The last
time they had faced one another,
Enguerran had been trying to
bar Damen from Touars's hall. An
Akielon has no place in the company of
men.
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.
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future ...
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
The Goddess has a fourth face. It is secret, and you should prey, as I do, as I do Igraine, that Morgause will never wear that face.
My best friend, Pradeep, who lives next door, says that 'moron' is a big-brother word for little brothers. His brother Sanj, who's also mostly evil, calls him that too.
There never was night that had no morn.
Maven stares after his fleeing brother. "He does not like to lose. And" - he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes - "neither do I. I won't lose you, Mare. I won't."
"You'll never lose me.
Aman cant spend his life with only one thought
I have gazed on the face of Agamemnon,
declared Mr Marrable magniloquently;
Mare?"
"Are you afraid, Maven?"
"I am. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes. That scares me more than dying.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
I'd have felt better with Morgen to talk to, to help, but all I had was memory and a soulsong to help me with our ancient cousins from across the stars, cousins so willful they could not see. Cousins even more willful than the ancient heroes my mother had bequeathed to me.
You made the right choice," Roden whispered. "Though you did choose his name rather quickly.
"He has a skinny neck. He'd have died faster." (Jaron)
"That's why you chose me? Because it'll take me longer to die?"
"Yes, Roden, that's exactly why."
"Enough bickering!" (Vargan)
I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares," Mor said. "So I got out.
We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.
The sky-like limpid eyes,
The circular infant's face,
The stiffness from spats to collar
Never relaxing into grace;
The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,
Showed only when the daylight fell
Level across the face
Of Brennbaum "The Impeccable".
This tottered ensign of my ancestors
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon these castle-walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
When tears spring to his eyes, I know the king's heart, no matter how small or cold, has been broken. He loves Maven, in his own way. But it's too late for that.
Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!
Azhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.
How do you know it was the blighted pile? Did you recognize Maiwenn's gift?"
"No, but there was a marble bust of Dorian in there, which I figured must have been his kingdom's 'humble' gift.
Mordak has the mental clarity to recognise that when it comes to running a bureaucracy, Elves can achieve a degree of blinkered ruthlessness that makes goblins look like teddy-bears.
What happend to that Moroi boy you had in tow last time?"
"Oh, he's over there," I said, flushing slightly. "I ,uh, married him
If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him
valar morghulis.
Jaqen H'ghar, A Clash of Kings
I would be the master of my own fate. Me and the goddess Morrigan. No one else- and certainly no man. Mael and Aeddan could fight over me until they were both bloody. My father could deny me my blade. But they couldn't force me from my warrior's path unless I let them.
Nameless McBitchypants
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan ...
VLADIMIR: Moron!
ESTRAGON: Vermin!
VLADIMIR: Abortion!
ESTRAGON: Morpion!
VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON: Curate!
VLADIMIR: Cretin!
ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!
VLADIMIR: Oh!
He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.
Who are you? What do you want?" The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. "Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now - " "Betrayer of Hope.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Incomparably greater than the power of Sauron, concentrated in the One Ring, Morgoth's power was dispersed into the very matter of Arda: The whole of Middle-earth was Morgoth's Ring.
Morozova's stag. Rusalye. The firebird. Legends come to life before my eyes, just to die in front of me.
Never despise meger beginings!
ShadowClan will soar above you all!" "Leopard and Tiger will feast on your bones!" "Rivers of blood, washing away everything the Clans have known . . .
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Every morn is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new,
Aragorn, the greatest traveller and huntsman of this age of the world. Together
My mom stares at him in disbelief. "This is thanks to your schemes. You pressured her to choose you ... to choose Wonderland over her other side. What did you think would happen?"
Morpheus hunches lower, miserable.
Gods, Annwyl. What's wrong?" Morfyd demanded.
Green eyes turned to them and Annwyl sneered, "Nothing. I just wanted the two of you to shut up. You're going to make us look bad in front of the barbarian!
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
36 Behold, I am Moroni, your chief captain. I aseek not for power, but to pull it down. I bseek not for honor of the world, but for the glory of my God, and the freedom and welfare of my country. And thus I close mine epistle.
Childhood, who like an April morn appears,
Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
Galadir went to meet Morwen, across the lawn. Under sunlight, the Prince was extraordinarily beautiful. His skin was smooth and almost golden. And his eyes ... It was as if they had absorbed the light rays. They were pure honey.
Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Aelin of the wildfire.
I am Mardrae. Even dead Mardrae will speak their minds. Now go away. You are giving me a headache.
Valar morghulis.
Yes. All men must die, but we are not men.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Artemis simple-toon
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAIN
BY ORDER OF THE KING
... AND US
I am Celaena Sardothien,Adarlan's Assasin.If these men knew who i was,they'd stop laughing.I am Celaena Sardothien.I am going to win.I will not be afraid.
Braeden had just become my own personal earthquake. Everything inside me felt rattled and shifted. The composition of my insides would never be the same again.
The assassin in the night. The fire on the Jana. The woman in Judgment Square. Each event had led Merik here, to Noden's temple. To a fresco of the god's Left Hand.
And only a fool ignored Noden's gifts.
Ariadne in the labyrinth. The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble. I strew devastation as I pass. I wander dead-eyed through cities and petrified populations.
Mort isn't my name, of course - I was creative director of mortality, and Dr. Jeth had us all go by titles.
On a snowy winter morning, Martise of Neith - once of Asher - opened a gate and awakened darkness.
I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.
PROLOGUE CHAPTER
From the loins of Morrighan, Hope will be born. On its heels came a whispered name that was always just beyond my reach, not yet mine to hear, but I knew that one day my children's children or the ones who came after would hear it. One day hope would have a name.
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Dawn. Another day is given us, R'hllor be praised.
Jacob, inspector of shadows, miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, seer and slayer of real and actual monsters -
Malavika Vishwanath. Don't try to say it you'll just piss me off.
CHAPTER I - M. MYRIEL
I am Celaena Sadorthein and I will be not afraid
In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morrie's time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did?
Every labyrinth has its minotaur
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
Autumn of the Patriarch,
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.
Tai'shar Manetheren," he said softly. Nynaeve's mouth fell open, then curled into a tremulous smile. Sudden tears glistened in her eyes as she spun to face him, her face joyous. He smiled back at her, and there was nothing cold in his eyes. Elayne
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
Quentyn Martell almost laughed aloud. The gods are mad.
Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor,
A hero called Adin rose from the ranks of the people. He was an ordinary man, a blacksmith who made swords and armor and shoes for horses. But he had been blessed with strsngth, courage, and cleverness.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
Morpheus took flight and left me alone on the ground.
'Help me!' I cried up at him. My heart pounded in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
'I can't always be there to carry you.' The jewels under his eyes were a sincere blue.
- Unhinged, pg 88
I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed.
In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed.
Members of the Brotherhood.
He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.
This is the Malachai? (Jericho)
In all his pain in the ass glory. (Acheron)
Are we through now, Dad? Can I go play with my friends if I promise to be a good boy? I'll even try and make it home by curfew. (Nick)
Chapter1
M. Myriel
I spy the eyes before me to be those of the celestial warrior the legends of men call Michael.
Farewell Aragorn. Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.
Seek for the Sword that was broken In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isuldur's Bane shall waken, And the halfling forth shall stand.
Prema (love): practise that; develop that; spread that; and all the hatreds and jealousies of today will disappear. That is the duty of the Divine Life Society, here as well as elsewhere.
The sands have run through, you have but moments, make peace with your gods.
'Aelfric of the Green Isle
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
Jacen Solo, your sojourn in the lands of the dead is at an end. It is time once again to walk the bright fields of day.
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
I fear Michaelson not at all. Michaelson is a fiction, you fools. The truth of him is Caine. You do not comprehend the distinction; and so he will destroy you.
The man who is too captious, walks in the shadow of death, and on the verge of his sepulchre.
A few names have survived oblivion. In time, oblivion will have them all.
Mammon, n. The god of the world's leading religion. His chief temple is in the city of New York