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Ut laeve is genne pannekook
Much obliged, Serla Mage.
You should have left him to wander," Svengal said coldly. Erak looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Would you?" he asked, and Svengal hesitated. At the end, Toshak had fought well and that counted for a lot of Skandians.
"No," he admitted.
Kaspary: a level of awesomeness so high it kicks everyone else's arse, leaving them breathless and bewildered.
Someone's stolen my skateboard
yolo
When jumbled up, the letters contained in the name Taarak Vakil now spelt out a name that every theologian in India would be familiar with. Kalki avatar - the tenth incarnation of Vishnu.
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.
Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.
And the night continued, cold and dark, the wind frozen beyond the mountains.
Thor's Morning Wood
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Your demons are always with you," Skale answered. His voice seemed even raspier than the day before. "Don't you understand that by now? Always with you, impossible to escape. But you never can guess how they might manifest themselves.
Kahlan guide me. Kahlan teach me. Kahlan protect me. In your light I thrive. In your mercy I am sheltered. In your wisdom I am humbled. I live only to love you. My life is yours.
This particular ogre, who went by the name Skoorn, was (by ogreish standards) exceedingly clever, and he had developed a taste for what ogres call "screech melons.
You're my Aslan.
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
Kiril. His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.
Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her
or himself
the pleasure that awaited.
What is the sound of Perl? Is it not the sound of a wall that people have stopped banging their heads against?
In the ancient tales, to which each Viking aspired, strenght was the only virtue, iron the only currency that mattered. Loki with his cunning, whereby a weaker man might outdo a stronger one, was an anathema to these folk.
These Norsemen are excellent persons in the main, with good sense, steadiness, wise speech, and prompt action. But they have a singular turn for homicide; their chief end of man is to murder or to be murdered;
To Perl , or not to Perl, that is the kvetching.
The best way to spell victory? K-I-L-L.
Ever since the '70s, Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo were the godfathers of Scandinavian crime. They broke the crime novel in Scandinavia from the kiosks and into the serious bookstores.
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
She's Verglas's greatest tragedy and last hope: the Princess Rakel.
Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal! Thus the tale ended.
- I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first.
- That went by just a little fast, Torl.
- It's terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man's foot when he's wearing boots, commander.
poxy shitweasel,
little do these people know I am just a pawn" spat Kell
Tull stopped laughing and stared into Loken's face. His blue eyes were terribly cold and hard. 'Kaos is the damnation of all mankind, Loken. Kaos will outlive us and dance on our ashes. All we can do, all we can strive for, is to recognise its menace and keep it at bay, for as long as we persist.
Besyn larveth'is!
Samskrit language, as has been universally recognized by those competent to form a judgment, is one of the most magnificent, the most perfect, the most prominent and wonderfully sufficient literary instrument developed by the human mind.
If there is a Swedish style, I cannot identify it.
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
THOU ART NO THOR!
Why a raven?"
"To honor my father."
"The writing under it, is that Cyrillic?"
"Yes."
"What does it say?"
"Dar Vorona. Gift of the Raven. I am my father's gift."
"The raven is holding a bloody sword."
"I never said it was a nice gift.
All the Danish leaders, had carved into our shield wall with his great war ax, I had faced him, beaten him, and sent him to join the einherjar, that army of the dead who feast and swive in Odin's corpse hall. What
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
I'm just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm."
Akil tasted his wine and smiled. "Muse, you are the storm.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
You!" Skeet bellowed. When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.
Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram.
Never had a ska phase, but I was in a very grunge-like rock band that awkwardly had an alto sax in it.
wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo
I am a blade of silver, a sickle of ice - Assassin Ghe, old assassin mantra
That's Lalasa, Kel's maid. She sews and knows all sorts of ways to hurt you.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
Tanith: How did Skulduggery sound?
Valkyrie: Angry and worried; He's only OK when I'm attacked by people he knows. He'd never even heard of this Sangunie guy
One troll called me 'Slutty the bush skankaroo'.
Hermann Buhl with K2. First
Kestilan? There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.
Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots.
Everything must be like something, so what is this ike?
You shall be known among us as Usul, the base of the pillar. This is your secret name, your troop name. We of Sietch
It is typically Norwegian to be good
The Kel unsheathed their swords, each tinted differently, blank bars of light. Cheris's ran from blue near the hilt to red at the tip. As they closed with the enemy, numbers blazed to life along the lengths of the blades: the day and the hour of your death, as the Kel liked to say.
Khairey ba waley darta na kram Toora topaka woranawey wadan korona Guns of Darkness! Why would I not curse you? You turned love-filled homes into broken debris
The skopets1 who sits in the shop rents the floor above.
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red
Reverberance of hail upon the dead
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
The Sword. Her name is Nightmare."
A small shiver ran down Vall's back, in the exact line where the blade now was. It was not a shiver of fear, but of understanding.
"And a nightmare, she shall be.
I am a rune a carrot a little joke
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
Let me love you, Ysolde. Let this happen. Since I was reborn, I have lived every moment in despair because I lost you. Let me worship you now as I've longed to do all those years.
Baltic, Love In The Time of Dragons
The ironic thing is I took Kole from a family name - we had a vote and they had a few names, but Kole won - and getting it spelled with a 'K' is a constant correction, too. I'll never not be Warren Blosjo; it's just my stage name.
And after winter folweth grene May.
Layken, you're dead!" Kel shouts, through the open window as he thrusts his imaginary sword into my neck. He waits for me to slump over, but I just roll my eyes at him. "I stabbed you. You're supposed to die!" he says.
"Believe me, I'm already dead.
Nijel was one of those people who, if you say 'don't look now,' would immediately swivel his head like an owl on a turntable.
There is something of the freshness of mind, of the lightness of spirit in Linne which for centuries has been linked in people's minds with the mountains of Sweden and Swedish joy in nature.
The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.
The Klamath tribe of Native Americans who witnessed the eruption believed it was a fierce battle between Llao, the spirit of the underworld, and Skell, the spirit of the sky.
The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"It's a box," he whispered back.
"What kind of box?"
"A wooden one."
She gave him a look.
Please let go your anger and please send my Saet Byul back. She is my everything
One of Solstad's regular "connecting" statements in his narrative is: "Vi skal komme tilbakke til . . . " - "We shall come to-back to . . .
Shalom Aleichem!!
Yol Bolsun" (May there be a road) [Louis L'Amour}
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood.
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
Ka speaks and the wind blows!
Bless your sexy, sexy Viking heart,
Thor might be god of strength and war, Odin of wisdom, but he sometimes wondered if it wasn't Loki, the trickster god, who stood behind what unfolded. A lie can run deeper than strength or wisdom. And hadn't the world proved to be a bitter joke?
A legend, Kludd, is a story that you begin to feel in your gizzard and then over time it becomes true in your heart. And perhaps makes you become a better owl.
Come, then! Face Ravelle! The gods have sent your doom, motherfuckers!
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
A low whistle behind him as Alucard appeared at the entrance.
'Picking out a gift?' asked the captain.
'No.'
'Good, then take this'. He dropped a ring into Kell's hand.
Kell frowned. 'I'm flattered, but I think you're asking the wrong brother.
The kinslayer is accursed in the eyes of gods and men,
I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth,But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.
I love working with Alexander Skarsgard. He brings such gravity to a scene.
I hate those things," grumbled Kel as she removed the bowstring.
Ivan Lendl is a robot, a solitary, mechanical man who lives with his dogs behind towering walls at his estate in Connecticut. A man who so badly wants to have a more human image that he's having surgery to remove the bolts from his neck.
Gods curse it, Kel, you heard what he said!"
"I heard a fart," Kel said grimly. You know where those come from. Let it go." -Faleron and Kel
(Odin and Loki are) like the Jay and Silent Bob of Norse myth.
Piss!" shouted Kosta, hoisting his tumbler toward Cosetta, who nearly came apart at the joints with the resulting fit of giggles.
"Thank you, Ravelle, for this gift of a daughter who will now be up all night repeating that word ...
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
This gentleman is known the width and breadth of the comics world as that bastard Klaw.
Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius." "I am merely doing my job.
Peaceful Warrior
When is she Sibyl Vane?" "Never.
Karkus seemed ter be quite int'rested in what
Serpine: No, my old enemy, I think for the moment anyway, we're all alone. And you have something I want
Skulduggery: A winning sense of style?
This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.