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Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Droid Gotra, a lethal band of repurposed battle droids with what some considered legitimate grievances against the Empire for having been abandoned after their service during the Clone Wars.
No need ror quotion marks
Soothe and sly stamina with a short sword they slice
They are beyond precise making the victim pay the price
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might choose to be wonder-struck with at the moment when we die
I have worked with this red all over the world - in Japan, California, France, Britain, Australia - a vein running round the earth. It has taught me about the flow, energy and life that connects one place with another.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
Here's to the health of my beloved Critias !
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
hydra of revolution,
I'll take a redrum with a rellik please.
RPX's current members include such giants as Apple, Amazon, Cisco, Dell, eBay, Google, Hewlett-Packard, HTC, IBM, Intel, LG, Microsoft, Oracle, Samsung, Sony, T-Mobile, and Verizon.
My grandfather used to say that tionnax are like squirrels, they collect nuts. Ellix, guard, Viddion marah.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism.
Carla Crumworthy, heiress to the Crumworthy panty-shield fortune. She had come to complain about the collagen injections that Rudy Graveline had administered to give her full, sensual lips, which is just what every rheumatoid seventy-one-year-old woman
Heroin", declared Durius Walker, Rydell's colleague in security at the Lucky Dragon on Sunset. "It's the opiate of the masses.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Amaram and Sadeas. Two men in Kaladin's life who would, at some point, need to pay for the things they'd done.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.
We are pathfinders on a mission, Beholders following the Light, Runners gunning for the prize and Fighters remaining focused ... You have been described, do not accept any other description!
what I meant." Glaser
For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, both a sport and an end; and
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Across the room was a mirror, and deep down in its silver bubble a single word appeared in green fire and that word was: REDRUM.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
The enemy is Resistance.
Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
Irix, my beloved klepto.
REVEILLE, n. A signal to sleeping soldiers to dream of battlefields no more, but get up and have their blue noses counted.
Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials,
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile.
Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger
From one spot on, to the next spot on, to the next spot on, to the next ...
For a moment he [Doctor Pascal] thought he could see, in a flash, the future of the Rougon-Macquart family, a pack of wild, satiated appetites in the midst of a blaze of gold and blood.
We are the ring of steel around Lord Rahl himself... Two thousand strong. We fall to a man before harm gets a glance at Lord Rahl.
-Commander General Trimack
We Robertses have too many teeth for our mouths.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
The funnel-shaped devices are tremie tubes, which are apparently being used to avoid having the wet concrete free fall into the forms where the 4-cubic-yard buckets could not fit to pour directly.
The madrigore of verjuice must be talthibianised.
Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
Christ, don't you ever knock?
It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
COURSER My soul, living is like a courser of the night; the swifter its flight, the nearer the dawn. WM-ST-69
Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.
The Arum are nothing more than what a human would call a parasite. They are not worth the filthy floor you lie upon.
The Trevanian Buff is a strange and wonderful creature: an outsider, a natural elitist, not so much a cynic as an idealist mugged by reality, not just one of those who march to a different drummer, but the solo drummer in a parade of one.
Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as nymphets.
You're dishonoured, somehow. You've sinned. Sinned against the aspidistra."
"You talk a great deal about aspidistras," said Ravelston.
"They're a dashed important subject," said Gordon.
Just so long as Charlotte doesn't know what was going on," said Lesley.
"Don't worry, she went to her room in a fury just because I put down the word cardscissors.
"Which as everyone knows are scissors for cutting cards," said Xemerius. "Essential in every household.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
He's a trellis for varicose veins.
This thing called rhymin' is no different than coal minin';
We both on assignment to unearth the diamond.
Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.
Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.
So, you got QVC? (Simi) Afraid not, sweetie. (Astrid) You got Soap Net? (Zarek shook his head.) You got any TV? (Simi) Sorry. (Zarek) Are you kidding? You boring people. A demon needs her cable. Akri done tricked me. He didn't tell me I'd have to go without cable. (Simi)
...Traduttore, traditore.
Mantlets. "Here come our breakfast arrows," Pyp announced
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
crenellations, the scarlet and the pale, the airy stone and the
Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters bend wood; the wise master themselves.
God, I fucking race you, Ryles,
Rhage cleared his throat. My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.
I would have appreciated the satisfaction of a carnal paroxysm - in my experience, they bring a sparkle to the eye as well as brightness to the complexion and a spring to the step - but using Stoker to achieve that end was a means I could not begin to contemplate.
Andras was looking for a cure,
Red. Red, the colour of the Regency, scrawled over with the iconography of the border forts, growing, fluttering. These were the banners of Ravenel. Not only the banners, but men and riders, flowing over the hilltop like wine from an over-full cup, staining and darkening its slopes, and spreading.
The Nazgul they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.
Tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer,
The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
The fast fliers are not disgraced." Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. "She saved us, but she's with him now."
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor.
They send their shout to the stars.
[Lat., Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.]
What are you? (Zarek)
I'm a nymph. (Astrid)
I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek)
It's P for Progress not R for Recovery.
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?
Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here.
Drear ritual turned its wheel. The ferment of the heart, within these walls, was mocked by every length of sleeping shadow. The passions, no greater than candle flames, flickered in Time's yawn, for Gormenghast, huge and adumbrate, out-crumbles all.
Inside the half-basement, they found Wroth alongside Garreth, grappling to hold up the ceiling.
The vampire's voice was incongruously calm when he asked, What kind of idiot would find this a worthy plan?
When you get the red letters right, it all makes sense.
Goats and monkies!
The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F'lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F'nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve. F'lar liked that touch of F'nor's, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting.
Rhizan gathered in writhing clumps at his hands and feet,
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
Again Mariner and Butcher are trying to work the oracle on the near post
The Khanum?" Arland coughed. The last sip of tea must've gone wrong.
"Are you unwell?" Dagorkun inquired.
"Healthy as a krahr," Arland said.
"That's such a relief. I would hate for some illness to interfere and spoil the grand celebration I planned when I send you to your afterlife.
Hands, and an assortment of scars even Roran respected. He liked what he saw, and he could tell they approved
Roan, near the standard-bearer. And that's his brother beside
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
Knave of hearts and bane to all women, be it known that you must win your tournament for me, otherwise I shall have a most difficult time explaining to my new lord my newest addition.
-A letter to Stryder, from Rowena
P.s. In case you don't know what "Do what needs to be done" means, it means that I want you to go bloody slaughter as many of the Sharan channelers as you can. I'll bet you a full Tar Valon mark-it's only been shaved on the sides a little-that you can't kill twenty.-MC
missive from Mat to Galad
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.
If you're going to be an R already, you may as well be 'The Hangover,' and you may as well be as shocking as possible, because that's what delivers the most return.
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
Coimhead feara fhear na foighrde.
(Beware the anger of a patient man)
Silenus or Nymphs and
Gorse came back.
I knew the answer, and
of course
so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me.
It was a red-flannel chest-protector, one of those large quasi-hygienic objects that with pills and medicines take the place of beneficial relics and images among the Protestant peoples of Christendom.
Rus, dancing alongside Roza like a monstrous, bedraggled pony.