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P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
What fire dies when you feed it? It
Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Of unquenchable sparkle and dream as ever. Behind her, in the hammock, Rilla Blythe was curled up, a fat, roly-poly little creature of
Bloody flaming ashes
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
Come, tears, confound,' he cried. 'Out, sword, and wound the left breast of Pyramus. Ay, that left breast where his heart doth hop.
Fiery goddess in search of the perfect god. Soar with me through clouds, frolic under the stars, hand me the moon for my own. Mortals need not reply.
Artemis simple-toon
Fuck a Smurf and call him Gimpy, is that who I think it is?
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
What the hell do you call that?" I asked him quietly. "Firefog?"
"We could," he responded. "Kilvin would probably call it an atmospherically enhanced incendiary action.
Stoke thy fires, thou Dragon-hearted daughter of flame, Rend the storm with thy mighty wings unfurled, Graciously salute the dawn.
red-hot fireflies
O lovely O most charming pug Thy gracefull air and heavenly mug ... His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty weoman I could not get a rhyme for roman And was obliged to call it weoman.
prestidigitator,
Vishous : Oh, shit ... you didn't rose-petal the bed, my lord. Tell me you didn't go like that ?
Rhage : He petaled the bed ? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! LOLOLOLOLOLO
Quozz and yregg - makes me overwhelmingly sad, and
Dark gods beneath the ground in the Frostfangs,
God save King Pendragon,
May his reign long drag on,
God save the King.
Send him most gorious,
Great and uproarious,
Horrible and hoarious,
God save our King.
What fire dies when you feed it?
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Legolas is that kind of action elf who pouts a bit, stares off to the distance, and has a couple hero moments, killing with a lethal bow and arrow along the way.
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
Self is the gorgon.
Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Morozova's stag. Rusalye. The firebird. Legends come to life before my eyes, just to die in front of me.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. "What shall we toast to?"
"Yarrow's right hook?" Peer said.
"Bray's unladylike nerve?" Arlow suggested.
"To new friends," Yarrow said.
"New friends," they agreed. Their glasses clinked merrily.
LYSISTRATA May gentle Love and the sweet Cyprian Queen shower seductive charms on our bosoms and all our person. If only we may stir so amorous a feeling among the men that they stand firm as sticks, we shall indeed deserve the name of peace-makers among the Greeks.
And how exactly did you come by that murderous little item?
Ringil reached up and touched the pommel of the Ravensfriend, where it rose at his shoulder. 'It was forged for me at An-Monal by Grashgal the Wanderer.'
Yes - actually I was talking to the sword.
O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha! -Elves of Rivendell
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Kings of the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons. Stalker stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping the two ever separate.
Yule - Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner - of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
Who are you,' it boomed, 'to light a fire here in the depths of Himatan?'
[...]
'Someone who would dare to do so,' Pon-lor shouted down. 'Think you on that.
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
You're too stupid to be craven," Pyp told him. "I am not," Grenn said. "Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you'd be too stupid to run away.
P-p-p-please, don't cast me out
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
Smeagol,' said Gollum suddenly and clearly, opening his eyes wide and staring at Frodo with a strange light. 'Smeagol will swear on the Precious.'
Frodo drew himself up, and again Sam was startled by his words and his stern voice. 'On the Precious? How dare you?' he said. 'Think!
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.
Fire rises out of the lunar mountains: when she is cold, I'll carry her up to a peak, and lay her down on the edge of a crater.
white phosphorus flowers, burning without oxygen,
Raffe: "Have you named her yet" "she likes powerful names"
Penryn:I bite my lip
Raffe:he looks like hes bracing himself for the worst "what is it?"
Penryn: "Pooky Bear"
Raffe:"I am pooky Bear, from an ancient line of archangel swords
Fire-lizard dance on wing
To the raucous song I sing.
Fire-lizrad wheel and turn,
Show me how the dragons learn.
Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.
There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
whose grandmother threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the cat,
and said, Granny, burn that!
You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!
The time has come for Firepaw to be made a warrior.
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
You want me to be honest with you?" Vigholf snapped. "You want me to tell you why I have my hungry face as you call it? Because of you. Because I'm hungry for you. If there's anything I want to eat - it's you."
Rhona stepped back, hands on hips, and accused, "You cannibalistic bastard!"
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
What is Gornite? Why can't you heat it? Will it make you laugh? - I hope so
Runes, runes, runes ... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.
And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.
In Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture
You said the words," Pyp reminded him. "Now my watch begins, you said it. It shall not end until my death." "I shall live and die at my post," Grenn added, nodding.
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
Monarch of earth, I shall confess my secret craft: I've always fought to purify wild flame to light, and kindle whatever light I found to burst in flame.
Magician of Lublin,
Lyra and Caelum: the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
Harlequin, probably derived from the old French Hellequin: a troop of the devil's horsemen.
The Danish phenomenon "hygge" is about creating an atmosphere that is warm, relaxed, friendly, close, loving, comfortable and welcoming - a state of feeling connected and loved.
I'm scared, I burn, o Dragon please tell me, How do you love a fire? Every scale upon his body trumpeted its delighted recognition. He bugled back: You become the fire. Even
Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire."
"What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.
Eriskigal, or as some say it, Erishkigal, is Morgan le Fay, Kali, Persephone, and Hel.'
'She's Hel all right,' Jarrah muttered.
These Outwallers that killed Hector - the Sossag - they were serving a Power of the Wild called Thorn. Aye?"
"Naming calls. But yes." The captain drank.
"So I call him and he comes and I gut him," Tom said. "So?
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
Life like Stew!!! -Gully Dwarf saying (Dragonlance)
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Necklace. The parchment curled, blackened, and took flame. Theon was aghast. "Have you gone mad?" His father laid a stinging backhand across his cheek. "Mind your tongue. You are not in Winterfell now, and I am not Robb the Boy, that you should speak to me so. I am the Greyjoy, Lord Reaper of Pyke,
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
May Your Swords Stay Sharp! - Lan Pendragon
Oh, this beast? It's ... perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'."
"Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled.
"And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.
Neverwinter Wood.
My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf
or Giant
in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.
Snarky Snarkerson!
With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted and burned, sat Heimdallr, guardian of the Bilrost.
Vengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood
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?
Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.
My parents got carried away with the letter P when they were naming the kids in our family. There's me, Paula, my sisters Peggy and Patty, and my brother Pjimmy, spelled with a silent P.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Sweet Pocket, you mustn't ask about my life before I came here. What I am now, I have always been, and everything I am is here with you."
"Sweet Thalia," said I. "That is a fiery flagon of dragon toss.
Silenus or Nymphs and
Excerpt from Magel's Daughter:
"I think we're all like the lutefisk, steeped in poison, and then we try to clean it up for Christmas.
Whuf added the dragon.
The famous jack-o-lantern mushroom, which glows at night with a greenish phosphorescent ligh called foxfire.
Lan Mandragoran, you bloody wonderful man! You did it!
-Mat
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
From ragbag, stumblebum, peripatetic lout
To bonfire of catnip that burns itself out
Bristled sack of hiss & claws
Cinched at the maw
Forget about what goblins would do. Forget about what an adventurer would do. I need to figure out what Jig should do.