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Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
Scavengers who attacked dragons for their treasure, waving sharp little toothpick claw things called swords.
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.
They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans]
Small female children. They're devious, but they're prettier than sons, and they smell better. (The Spirit of the Prophecy to Garion)
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
So to the lyre of Orpheus they struck with their oars, The furious water of the sea, and the surge broke into waves. Here and there the dark brine gushed with foam, Roaring terribly through the strength of the mighty men.
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
Anglo-Saxon barbarians. Arthur should have been made a Knight
When you're O.C.D., you want the most beautiful animals.
Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.
Dragons. A sky full of dragons.
Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all.
Someone had to fight the monsters. Who better than a monster?
psycho monsters.
Hell of an ornithologist you'd make.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Laetoli hominins, but we will never be able to answer them all. They walked down a path
Christians. They're determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones."
The Lady's face hardened. "This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.
But who guards the guardians?
They make glorious shipwreck who are lost in seeking worlds.
The Ospreys, these children, were my life. Without them, I had nothing. But with them ... With them, I would take back my kingdom.
Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling show than the light troops commanded by imagination, enjoy more safety, and even more honor, in the conflicts ohuman life.
Monsters, show me the monsters: these people out on the street.
My people.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
People with imagination
Hobbits, just another Tolkien Minority
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
I wondered who killed Yellowlegs.
They're all crazy, Oncat. Invisible armies, monster princes. Let's go set fire to something.
Homo sapiens, which as far as I can tell is only another way of saying weaponised chimpanzees who are hellbent on tearing their cage apart without realising it's not a cage, it's their fucking life support they're shredding.
raiding parties and pirate crews. This is in stark
GIANTS RATS- I Slap all my enemies in the face! And shatter the teeth of the wicked, in the name of Jesus, flee toothless into the bush!
This is a time for beasts, Jaime reflected, for lions and wolves and angry dogs, for ravens and carrion crows.
Snakes and bastards!
I'd lean more toward werewolves. Wolves are cool.
Little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Ogres were wyldfae
they could work for either Winter or Summer, and they could have a range of personalities and temperaments running the gamut from jovially violent to maliciously violent.
The Tausennigan Ob'enn warlords look like cuddly teddy-bears?"
"Yes, they do, and they'd cheerfully exterminate your entire race for making that observation!"
"I guess that explains their rich military history, then.
grandmothers. Elephants
And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?
The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.
They are Nietzsche's over-men, these primitive Albanians - something between kings and tigers.
And the druids, they were into sex and death in an interesting night-time telly sort of way.
Dangerous creatures, women.
We call them grunters. They're ghost hunters but grunters is more appropriate because most of them are pigs.
Animals, I think. We're animals.
They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.
We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.
Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.
Australopithecus.
What madness destroyed me and you, Orpheus?
It seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: Close the window, it's too beautiful.
Cats. Furry little sociopaths that we invite into our homes.
The Warrior Elite,
Lost race?" The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. "Why have I never heard of these 'Rathiuel'?"
"Because," Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince's skull, "you do not care to read.
Who do they become when night descends, a cool puff of smoke, and vampires come out to party?
We are the Amazons" said Myrina."We are the killers of beasts and men. Wild ourselves, we inhabit the wild places. Freedom courses in our blood, and death whispers at the tip of our arrows. We fear nothing, fear runs from us. Try to stop us, and you will feel our rage.
Looking back, one can almost imagine them stalking through the wild with specimen bottles and outsize nets, in determined pursuit of the Ojibwa adverb or the Cherokee pronoun.
Men are so charmed with valor that they have pleased themselves with being called lions, leopards, eagles and dragons, from the animals contemporary with us in the geologic formations.
It's the Kalkara. they're hunting.
Apes. The moon woke them
round the world's navel revolved
prayer wheels of steps.
Men. They were fucking men. Hard-core, badass, live by their own set of rules ... men.
What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with blood?
Humans, so easily electrified by the snap, crackle, pop of blood, brutality, and butchery.
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus
Sometimes the knights are the monsters, Bran.
Vampire sea horse monkeys? Are you serious?
So? They're paid to be ogled at," said Moist. "They are professional oglees. It's an ogling establishment. For oglers. And you heard what's going on in the palace. We could be at war in a day. Do you trust that lot? Trust me.
Fine fellows - cannibals - in their place.
fractious, four-legged children of Satan,
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
What the fuck are cavemen doing here?
Men of vision. Oh, I love the fine names men give each other to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
..but who will guard the guardians?
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
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.
I feel like I got hit by a bus." "You kind of did," I said, "only it was an angry orc with the strength and attitude of a silverback gorilla.
They were savages, yet they were ghosts. The two most terrible and dreaded foes of civilised experience seemed combined at once in them.
Not that they knew, by name or nature, anything about an Ogre Fact forbid!
Our kind, we don't leave many traces behind in this world.
What other creatures are bred so exquisitely and purposefully for mistreatment as women are?
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.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
There are ogres and black beasts out there; you have to be constantly on guard.
I just kill them because they were monsters and demons.
Wolves are the witches of the animal world.
Those giants of old, the ancient Rishis, who never walked but strode, of whom if you were to think but for a moment you would shrivel up into a moth, they sir, had time-and you have no time!
Their dad was the god of thieves, but they were about a stealthy as water buffalos.
They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
Do you know what the Sharkgard call humans on a ship?>
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
To Nature, since it is only by chance that they wear the human
Nonsense. It's elves!
You know, ogres only sound stupid. Most are pretty smart."
"And it's a shallow person who judges anyone by the way they sound. I'm so shallow I'm surprised I don't reflect myself.