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the Poor Men of Lyons,
raiding parties and pirate crews. This is in stark
Donegan Bane and Gracious O'Callahan - the Monster Hunters. Adventurers, inventors, authors of Monster Hunting for Beginners and it's sequels, Monster Hunting for Beginners is Probably Inadvisable and Seriously, Dude, Stop Monster Hunting.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands.
Come with us," I said, "and we will make you oarlock makers of men." "What?" said Joshua. "That's what they were doing when we came up. Making an oarlock. Now you see how stupid that sounds?" "It's not the same.
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
Who are the real monsters?
They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him.
"Ay," the old man said. "Galanos. Come on galanos.
I hate the gooks. I will hate them as long as I live.
Oggie sat facing us in a threadbare blazer and pajama bottoms, as if he'd been expecting company
just not pants-worthy company
...
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
I wish you'd wash your mind-ears out! Organazoomers. They're how you travel inside a soultree. Don't you know anything?
our floating barge.
This is where you and I are headed ... Look for us in history books and you'll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends and you might just find us celebrated
They're a group called The Spirit-crushers and their leader is known as The Almighty Spirit-crusher.
Asshole FBI agents that want to shoot Girl Scouts.
What is interesting to me about Vikings is that they were failed farmers.
This is where Wulf's people would get drunk and party for a week. All hail the Vikings, forerunners to the frat boys! (Chris)
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
The TV people. I like calling them that. The TV people. And they have TVs for heads and their faces can change when the channels change.
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
If anything belongs in the Shepherd of the Night's flocks, lad, it's Trollocs.
It's all about perspective, I suppose. As a rule, all of the various ogre breeds are on their best behavior here at the market." "This one looks as though he would like to break that rule." I swallowed. "He looks as though he would like to break it across my face.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away.
Why be an ostrich?
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,
One never knows when one might have to defend against ... " Bounty hunters? Soldiers? Enforcers? "Opossums.
hot-water tanks, lashed to one another with straps of steel like comrades in a doomed adventure.
There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.
The Ospreys, these children, were my life. Without them, I had nothing. But with them ... With them, I would take back my kingdom.
Here I want to see those men of hard voice.
Those that break horses and dominate rivers;
those men of sonorous skeleton who sing
with a mouth full of sun and flint.
Rotten, dirty, back-slapping, wine-quaffing, haemorrhoid-hosting, goat-shagging, fart-sniffing, Crispin-loving, gold-snatching bastards!!!
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
Dark gods beneath the ground in the Frostfangs,
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
Give me the gamblers and the dreamers.
Oh. My. God. I'd been dissed. Majorly. Because I was an ugly, disgusting ogre. Snot was probably pouring from my nostrils onto the ground.
The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.
My clients are the whales and the seals.
They call me, The Sharkalator
How's a skeleton crew supposed to save Chase from the giants who annihilated our parents?"
"I believe your people call it "girl power.
Who will guard the Guardians?
The very mudsills of society. We call them slaves. But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere, it is eternal.
Their dad was the god of thieves, but they were about a stealthy as water buffalos.
Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire.
They looked more like day laborers than seamen.
Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.
We are the modern day gladiators.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
I wondered who killed Yellowlegs.
We commute to computers;
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors.
We survivalists, turned to consumers ...
grandmothers. Elephants
COWBOYS, just like the word says.
wankers snorting
The Cavelries hear and their short and furrie
What are men compared to rocks and trees?
Sailors are like my overies due North
The flannelled fools at the wicket or the mudied oafs at the goals ...
shorn their heads
Odalisque, prompting us to call him Dingolion and Dandelingo
There are monsters in the sea.
Anglers ... exaggerate grossly and make gentle and inoffensive creatures sound like wounded buffalo and man-eating tigers.
Already lowered, and in it were four oarsmen and a coxswain. The
Dames. Sometimes all they got to do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd ever know.
What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
The Eater of Socks,' moaned the Senior Wrangler, with his eyes shut. 'How many tentacles would you expect it to have?' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'I mean, roughly speaking?
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
where they were wont to do:
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools -
We were a ghastly crew.
There was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their
Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.
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)
O saar, beware!
Beware the horde,
The ones you never see.
We build your lairth,
Repair, invent,
We do all this for free.
You torch our hideth
You crunch our boneth
Kill with impunity,
But we are not
Tho helpless now.
Our day cometh. We are free.
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.
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[ ... ] What cares these roarers for the name of king?
Goats and monkies!
Now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
Who votes for these uninspiring gorgons?
Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius." "I am merely doing my job.
They are the Eggheads. He is the Walrus.
Greenpeace protesters who lived on the trees right above the planned radar location (Google Maps) and who eat environmentally friendly roots, insect, excrements, and dirt.
When you're a Viking, you never know when you're going to get the axe.
Afrikander cattle.
Lifers who had been around long enough to understand the game with some perspective
The Nac Mac Feegle (also called Pictsies, The Wee Free Men, The Little Men, and "Person or Persons Unknown, Believed to be Armed")
Whilst passing by the lane where the nests of concubines rested, I saw a little temple.
Somebody lit the lamp in prayer. I couldn't decide to bow down to the temple or not to stop there and walk away.
Never heard if odalisques have gods too... if yes,are they as pure as ours?
psycho monsters.
Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.
A nice pickle they were all in now: all neatly tied up in sacks, with three angry trolls (and two with burns and bashes to remember) sitting by them, arguing whether they should roast them slowly, or mince them fine and boil them, or just sit on them one by one and squash them into jelly.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
You can't really call yourselves giant-killers any more, as you kill giants so often.
I'm a...an otaku faery.
Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
Fine fellows - cannibals - in their place.
Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.