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The pedant who has tried to put on his own head a crown which he stole from under a pillow
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Ringil lifted his right hand as if it pained him, put it slowly and wonderingly up to his shoulder and touched the pommel of his sword like, well, like he was caressing someone's prick, to be honest.
A fucking pint-sized warrior.
Who is that?"
"Your replacement."
"You replaced me with a shaved poodle?"
"He's got mad skills.
Party name of Thorn? Tristran of that set?
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
A single slim trunk
Branches that bow in a storm
Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre
Glittering against blue sky
White bark scarred, bleeding
Heart wide-open
Bandaged, but upright she stands... (225)
Doesn't matter who it is
I'll friggin break 'em
-Grimmjow jaggerjaques
Um, yes sir. It's just. That looks like a hamster." "It is a hamster. In all essentials. However, we call them POCKs. That stands for Piece Of Crap.
Respect the Sword, Grimm.
Tanith has a sword.' said Valkyrie. 'I want a stick.'
'I'll get you a stick for Christmas
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
La Griffe, "The Claw." Simple and small. The index finger goes through the hole near the blade. Favored by climbers and boaters.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Mr. Sausage Nose
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
NOTPOHL
Endtegt vohn
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gefuhnden
PPPS. I hope Butterbur sends this promptly. A worthy man, but his memory is like a lumber-room: thing wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
Those prancing little pants-wetters come here to learn the colorful and gentlemanly art of fencing, with its many sporting limitations and its proscriptions against dishonorable engagements. You on the other hand, you are going to learn how to kill men with a sword.
The most beautiful warrior, who has scar tissue designs coiled like railroad tracks over the rigorous architecture of his chest and shoulders and back.
fingers clenched around the pommel of her sword. The blade trembled in her hand. Pressure swelled in her chest, her frustration bubbling within. Then she took a deep breath,
A sword has a voice.
If one is of the masculine gender, a poodle is the insignia of one's deviation.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
What damn fool punches his own horse?
Raimund Hoghe is a little man with a spinal deformity who was once Pina Bausch's dramaturge.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
of a musket ball embedded in his
A German singer! I should as soon expect to get pleasure from the neighing of my horse.
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
How will you deal with him?" Belses asked.
Jock lifted a brawny fist and regarded it lovingly. "Knock him out
truss him up
whatever the Almighty permits us."
Supposing he's not alone?"
Oh, then, if his trusties are with him, there'll be a bonny rumpus.
I swing my blade as hard as I can. I can feel the surge of excitement coming through the blade as Pooky gets a chance to cut into a Pit lord.
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
The sword of Zulfiqar is a perfect fusion of power and function
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
The nearest I have ever seen to the great Willie Pep
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
Sometimes, when we train, we simply have to go out to meet the Man with the Hammer
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
Do you even know what hammerd means?" I asked.
"Something to do with drinking your American beer out of a hole in the side of a can?"
Dave reached over and slapped him on the shin. "Close enough.
steel wedge between the
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
Poise is an unseen power,
And this unseen power is always ready
To come to the aid of the outer action.
Willy Lazeer is an acquaintance. His teeth and his feet hurt. He hates the climate, the Power Squadron, the government and his wife. The vast load of hate has left him numbed rather than bitter. In appearance, it is as though somebody bleached Sinatra, skinned him, and made Willy wear him.
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
Laughing, Bracken threw his sword aside and extended a hand towards the wizard. "To me," he said ... The unicorn horn lept from the wizard's hand and streaked to Bracken, who caught it effortlessly. In his grasp the horn immediately transformed into a sword ...
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrable armour of desire?
We ought to call it something,' said Banokles thoughtfully. 'We can't just keep calling it "that big bastard horse". It ought to have a name.' 'What do you suggest?' - 'Arse Face.
What is your name?" I asked.
"Thorn."
"Thorn?"
"If you touch me, you bleed.
There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"
...
"Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
The uniform of polish uhlan makes even the youngest, inexperienced boy looks like he's made from steel.
Tristan. The killspell is meant for him. Protect him, just as he would protect you.
What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
He pouted - full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. - Kara, re: Braeden
a Nean derthal with a badge.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
what would you call this haircut?"
arthur.
My warhorse has new shoes" - Thomas Van Pelt
He would always be something sharp and deadly on the inside, something that could be used to destroy, but every blade needs a sheath and every gun needs a holster to protect it. I had no problem offering myself up as the thing that kept this particular weapon secure.
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.
Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard?
He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.
Music, the knife without a hilt,
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Who wears white to a knife fight?
I will punish the hammer and turn him into a mallet.
the toe of an enormous and heroic
Hand-barrow - a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.
guard. It is in this sense that I recommend the guard without a guard. Whatever the situation is, you hold the sword so that you can slash your opponent.
Counterweights - brushed
Chadwickius frenemus,
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.
I am Calumny Spinks.
Between me and the satin blue sky hangs the hempen noose.
It has swung there in the faintest of breezes, waiting for me, all my life.
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
Dont you know... I'm the boggyman."-St. Dane
I held up my hands. 'I thought you could use a punching bag.' See, this is me, the new and improved Nick Pardee, available to girlfriends and crazy people in their time of need.
Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
What are you doing, Poirot?"
"I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.
Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home
Bergulme. Elsbeere. Hagebuche. Efeu. Scots elm. Service tree. Hornbeam.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse ...
Merlin, if you don't stop whining, I'm going to take Gwen's sword and beat you to death with it," said Arthur, evenly.
"It's plastic."
"So it will take me a long time. I'm still game.
Two blades clashed, ringing like a bell. Like all small boys, Philip thought his father was invincible; and this was the moment when he learned the truth.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Racing through the ocher light, Bigwig was impelled by a frenzy of tension and energy. He did not feel the wound in his shoulder. The storm was his own. The storm would defeat Efrafa.
Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus - "
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout.
[...] the kind of healer who knows that sometimes one must inflict terrible agony - rebreak a bone, carve off a limb, kill the weak - in order to make the whole stronger.
Ready when you are Sergeant Pempbry.
Blasted doorknob of a kender