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If the hero is not a person, the emblem
Of him, even if Xenophon, seems
To stand taller than a person stands, has
A wider brow, large and less human
Eyes and bruted ears: the man-like body
Of a primitive.
ALEXAS
Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood.
a black granite cube containing only the character mu
Out of many things a great heap will be formed.
[Lat., De multis grandis acervus erit.]
The purest Ultramontanism!" cried Miusov impatiently, crossing and recrossing his legs. "Oh, well, we have no mountains," cried Father Iosif, and
The Spartan, smiting and spurning the wretched Helot, moves our disgust. But the same Spartan, calmly dressing his hair, and uttering his concise jests, on what the well knows to be his last day, in the pass of Thermopylae, is not to be contemplated without admiration.
voluptuous sluggard,
Grandeur and sublimity, not softness, are the features of Estes Park. The glades which begin so softly are soon lost in the dark primaeval forests, with their peaks of rosy granite and their stretches of granite blocks piled and poised by nature in some mood of fury.
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.
Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance ...
Saul of Tarsus on the Damascene road.
Amparo was conquered, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. I
Ut onimous sergimous. As one, we rise.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude.
[Lat., Nos duo turba sumus.]
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.]
Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
Gobartes the son of Artabazos
Oculus Dei, the eyes of God.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis.
(In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me.)
What the hell are you? (Desiderius)
I'm her godfather, with a heavy emphasis on the god part. (Acheron)
BAAL ONE, PLIEADES CLUSTER 4210
The King of the Pleiades was well prepared for the last war. This, however, was not it." -Renegades of Ophelia's World
...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
Why would Acheron care about any of this? (M'Adoc)
Not him, his mother. Remember her? Tall angry blond bitch who seriously spanked her whole family into oblivion over a hangnail? (Deimos)
My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of the Unamis happy and strong; and yet, before the sun has come, have I lived to see the last warrior of the wise race of the Mohicans.
Why was I not made of stone like thee?
Quasimodo[to a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire].
There are some things that sorry can't fix. - Acheron Parthenopaeus
Lares of the Crossroads
And ne er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a naiad or a grace Of finer form or lovelier face ...
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,
Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature ... .
IOU one Roman praetor.
She will be returned safely.
Sit tight.
Otherwise you'll be killed.
XOX, the Hunters of Artemis.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
All the fascination of King Solomon's Mines seems to be behind those great mountains and this I may add is a bit of advance work for mother, an entering wedge to my disappearing from sight for years and years in the Congo.
Arcturus is the highest civilization in our galaxy,
Of the Sun, Wonderful Ethiopians of the Ancient Cushite Empire, The African Origins of Civilization
What is across there? Lykos said.
Death, whatever that is. Said Calidus.
Ash. It's short for Ashoka."
...
"A hero's name."
...
"I'm not a hero."
...
"Then we will make you one, Ashoka.
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now,
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
Chadwickius frenemus,
What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination
Your ancestors came to Macedonia and the rest of Hellas [Greece] and did us great harm, though we had done them no prior injury. I have been appointed leader of the Greeks, and wanting to punish the Persians I have come to Asia, which I took from you.
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
What's the matter, fairy boy? Pissed because Chrys rather kiss me?" - Essence (Nymphs of Macedonia Trilogy #1)
Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian "Sian" Infernas, King of Pandemonia
"There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us.
My Oberon, what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamored of an ass.
Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77
A Hymn of Praise to Osiris Un-Nefer, the great god who dwelleth in Abtu, the king of eternity, the lord of everlastingness, who tra-verseth millions of years in his existence.
And I think I am about to mistake you for a volume of Ptolemy." He drew her face closer to his. "Make that Ovid," he said. His lips brushed lightly against hers. "Make that Ars Amatoria.
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus
There, carried high on a bank of clouds, hovers a shape, a triangle in the sky. This is the Holy Mountain Athos, station of a faith where all the years have stopped.
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae,
And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
Hail Ostara, white-clad maiden. Snow and ice melt at your gaze, flowers bloom with each soft step. We who late have longed for spring-time, we welcome you at winter's end. I praise you now, O bright Ostara: Earth's cold cover send from here!
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!
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible to have ignored the circumfusion of those mean dwellings that swarmed like an epidemic around it s Outer Walls.
Alix bore the blow without flinching. A block of marble. Her gaze was piercing and blank, her nose nobly arched. But one cheek was flaking. A hint of strange green and pink vegetation was invading her chin. Another winter perhaps would lay her low.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MAZARIN STONE
I earned the name from the Greek god Zelos who is the god of rivalry.
Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor,
Annabeth is the most level-headed demigod
The citadel of Machaerus rose east of the Dead Sea on a basalt Peak shaped like a cone, girdled by four deep valleys; two about its sides, one in front, and the fourth behind.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ...
Cineama, heir of alchemy,
The last erotic science
Who did you eat this time? (Acheron)
It wasn't a who, akri. It was something that had hornies on its head like me. There were a bunch of them actually. All of them had hornies and they made a strange moo-moo sound. (Simi)
In your past lies your future. [Acheron Parthenopaeus]
Nereus to Lothaire:
"I really thought you'd demand my
firstborn."
"As if I'd want your fucking guppy,"
Lothaire drawled, tracing away before
Nereus could strike him down.
Either you pursue or push, O Sisyphus, the stone destined to keep rolling.
[Lat., Aut petis aut urgues ruiturum, Sisyphe, saxum.]
SCORPIUS: Always.
Her bones were of bronze and her sinews of the ancient elms, and her eyes were like the sky, wide and daring.
the countless unnamed jewels of Mars,
The world." "Shiniest armor?
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 palace of the Saggese family, once the great landowner of those parts. An archway
Philo of Alexandria,
Left behind as a memory for us.
[Lat., Nobis meminisse relictum.]
Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
Obsidian the gods forbade And stone they greatly feared.
Eustatius in the Caribbean. At present, there was powder
Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.
Rise, Elias Veturius." Tas smacks my face, and I blink at him in surprise. His eyes are fierce. "You gave me a name," he says. "I want to live to hear it on the lips of others. Rise." I
Raft of the Medusa.
Hello, Goddess."- Roman Arceneaux
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain
shaking ancient oaks.
Anatasia
You Are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
Coelorum perrupit claustra.
He broke through the barriers of the skies.
[Herschel's epitaph]
The arkleseizure cometh!
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of exiles.
The most expuisite beauty has strangeness in its proportions ... Ligeia
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Australopithecus.
Alp Arslan: "What would you do if I was brought before you as a prisoner?"
Romanos: "Perhaps I'd kill you, or exhibit you in the streets of Constantinople."
Alp Arslan: "My punishment is far heavier. I forgive you, and set you free.
It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.
Now fight me! For today thee House of Hades will be called the saviors of Olympus.
What--has O-Tar seen an ulsio and fainted?" demanded I-Gos with broad sarcasm.
"Men have died for less than that, ancient one," E-Thas reminded him.
"I am safe," retorted I-Gos, "for I am not a brave and popular son of the jeddak of Manator.