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'Castle' is a guy living in a fantasy world. He's in his imagination, writing these stories of murder.
house at Otowi Bridge.
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.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
sand-bar, sorrowful
Castles, in Nanny Ogg's experience, were like swans. They looked as if they were drifting regally through the waters of Time, but in fact there was a hell of a lot of activity going on underneath.
As the last Seelie left the hall, Roiben, self-declared King of the Unseelie Court, nearly fell into his throne. Kaye tried to smile at him, but he was not looking at her. He was staring out across the brugh with eyes the color of falling ash.
Corny had not stopped laughing.
Roan, near the standard-bearer. And that's his brother beside
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
between Scylla and Charybdis,
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
He'd imprisoned himself in this castle to rot. He'd cut off all contact with the outside world. And just when he thought he'd burned all his bridges, this woman - this impossible, sweet, foolish woman - arrived, determined to swim the moat. Breach his defenses. Make a home. Stay.
Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here.
Ravka is grateful for your service," Sturmhond said as they turned to go. "And so is the crown." He waved once. In the late afternoon light, with the sun behind him, he looked less like a privateer and more like... but that was just silly.
King Offa's dyke,
The Ruts were a great punk rock band from England whose songs were as excellent as their time together was short.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company
for he did all the talking.
Ritsuka. You have to kick him while he's down.
My name is Jerrod Ross, Squire from Pendern Hall. And who might you be, madam?"
"I? I am Sandra Cranston, Mistress of the walk-up second story flat," she replied coldly.~Timeless Heart
His eldest sister (who modestly prefers to be identified here as a Tuckahoe homemaker) has asked me to describe him as looking like 'the blue-eyed Jewish-Irish Mohican scout who died in your arms at the roulette table at Monte Carlo.
Remember, despite the fact that this book is being sold as a 'fantasy' novel, you must take all of the things it says extremely seriously, as they are quite important, are in no way silly, and always make sense.
Rutabaga.
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
Up rose Robin Hood
The countryside they
The right honorable gentleman [Robert Lowe, Viscount Sherbrooke] is the first of the new party who has retired into his political cave of Adullam and he has called about him everyone that was in distress and everyone that was discontented.
Fenwick, sitting down to
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
Sieges weathered.
The Elder is called Dee, first-born, of the Yarbrough lineage, whose landname is VaWaco.
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
Dukhoborcheskaya
Tazburg, Mise, Divine, South Ridge. He read the names off the
To know your ruling passion, examine your castles in the air.
Wer rastet, rostet - what rests, rusts.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Here's to real heroes, not the ones who carry us off into the sunset but the ones who help us choose our princes. - commentary on Castles on the Sand
I'm Queen Rhiannon, but you can call me Queen Rhiannon.
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
homesickness rose up inside Rincewind like a late-night prawn biriani,
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
Raven: The Reverend Mr Larynx has been called off on duty, to marry or bury (I don't know which) some unfortunate person or persons, at Claydyke: ...
Raimund Hoghe is a little man with a spinal deformity who was once Pina Bausch's dramaturge.
This is the Southland burr, the only distinctive regional accent in the country. It's a soft appealing noise, deriving, I presume, from the Sottish settlers, but resembling no known Scottish accent. It's simply Kiwi English with added r's.
A comfortable rut and a grave are very much alike. The only real difference is the dimensions.
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.
I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak
Rilla," Raoul said, and at the sound of my childhood nickname, my heart gave a pang. "Don't I have the right to claim what is mine?"
"Of course you do," I said ... "But surely not at any cost.
Making an Irishness to be proud of in a real Republic. It is the vision of a real Republic where life and language, where ideals and experience have the ring of authenticity which we need now as we go forward.
No enemy bomber can reach the Ruhr. If one reaches the Ruhr, my name is not Goering. You may call me Meyer.
Savage Sam Tarly, whose sword, Heartsbane, was said to be red from hilt to point after the dozens of Dornishmen he cut down in the course of the Vulture Hunt, as the chase after the Vulture King became known.
Red Lake must be his Rubicon. Either he must enter the unknown to seek, to strive, to find, or turn back and fail and never know and be always haunted.
If Ruby had learned anything in Holy Wood, it was that there was no use in waiting around for Mr. Right to hit you with a brick. You had to make your own bricks.
Highland Regiment in favour of Government,
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
You want me to be a man,older than you, who goes by the name of Roullard.
There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.
When writing about Edinburgh, I place my characters in the parts of the city that I myself have lived in, or else know well, those being the Southside, Marchmont in particular, where I lived as a student, and the New Town/Stockbridge area where I live now and have done for the past 30 years.
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
Consider for a moment any beauty in the name Ralph.
Come with me, sweet lass, and I'll make good on me promise to chase ye through the woods like a highlander." Broen spoke in a rich timbre laced with good humor. " Ye there ... Lads, be sporting now and let me ravish this charming creature the way only a Scotsman can!
Whose house is that, Constable?
I know by heart the places he likes to saale, delvan first and duvlin after, by dredgerous lands and devious delts
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
Sand castles just aren't made to last.
Different roads sometimes leads to the same castle. Who knows?
I like castles almost as much as I like museums. Centuries of bloodshed and betrayal and heartache, all under one roof. You just don't get history like that back home
My Aincrad style of swordsmanship was brought here from the floating castle. From a game of death, where every battle risked the ultimate price.
Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?
The palace of the Saggese family, once the great landowner of those parts. An archway
A NOTE FROM RYKE Fuck off.
Mourning Ruby is not a flat landscape: it is more like a box with pictures painted on every face. And each face is also a door which opens, I hope, to take the reader deep into the book.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
Just then, Rhy appeared, looking cheerfully drunk. "There you are!" he called, wrapping his arm around Kell's shoulders and hissing in his ear. "Hide. Princess Cora is hunting princes ... .
Ruby Stevens was determined, ambitious and tough. She had to fend for herself in so many ways as a child and always felt apart, on her own.
O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Colin Meads is the kind of player you expect to see emerging from a ruck with the remains of a jockstrap between his teeth.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
We admire the castles, because we admire the security!
Don't forget:
Ruts aren't that much different ...
from graves.
couldn't be more Scottish if it was painted blue and smelled of burning peat and your ginger sister.
Long ago, before England was cut up with pavement, or bisected by railways, there existed in the county of Lancashire a small village named Reston that never bothered anyone.
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
A rut ... is little more than a coffin with the ends kicked out.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
The most beautiful warrior, who has scar tissue designs coiled like railroad tracks over the rigorous architecture of his chest and shoulders and back.
I have many names; some call me Mr. Ra, others call me Mr. Re, you can call me Mr. Mystery.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.
mountains, and cried: 'That is the tomb of Kochoi, the companion of Manas!
Ozorne, my precious, where are you?
- Rikash Moonsword
Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination.
Hold fast," he called. "Tell me your names, and your stations."
"I am the Lady Door," said Door. "I am Portico's daughter, of the House of the Arch."
"I am Hunter. I am her bodyguard."
"Richard Mayhew," said Richard. "Wet.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.