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For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis;
Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
What is it?' Stephanie whispered.
'That, my dear Valkyrie, is what we call a monster.'
She looked at Skulduggery. 'You don't know what it is, do you?'
'I told you what it is, it's a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.
Belgian stranger - all
Of course I want to kill you," said Skulduggery. "I want to kill most people. But then where would I be? In a field of dead people with no one to talk to.
The skopets1 who sits in the shop rents the floor above.
Aboot the gold Syvertsen stole
Thank you," Skulduggery said to her. "I fear he was about to start insulting me."
"I couldn't let that happen," she said. "Your ego is a fragile and delicate thing."
"You see? You understand me.
Valkyrie: Guild doesn't like me
Skulduggery: That's true
Valkyrie: He doesn't like you either
Skulduggery: Now that is mystifying.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Hell no. Absolutely not. I am a Skotos. We are to be feared. We never back down or run away from anything. Ever.
The deft white-stockinged dance in thick-soled
shoes! Denmark's sanctuaried Jews!
Skaz is a rather appealing Russian word (suggesting "jazz" and "scat", as in "scat-singing", to the English ear) used to designate a type of first-person narration that has the characteristics of the spoken rather than the written word.
He that will take the bird, must not skare it.
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
Skulduggery," the tall man said eventually, his voice deep and resonant, "trouble follows in your wake, doesn't it?"
"I wouldn't say follows," Skulduggery answered. "It more kind of sits around and waits for me to get there.
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
You may have caught my heart before but not my name. Lynch Katlan.
Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.
We're not really intruding," he called down. "This is all a big misunderstanding."
"Stop right there!" shouted one of them.
Skulduggery held his hand to an ear he didn't have.
"What's that?"
"Stop!"
"Keep going?"
"STOP!"
"OK, we'll keep going.
He said he was Lord Vile. - Skulduggery
A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
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.
Jesper couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. "Only Nina and Matthias speak Fjerdan."
"I speak Fjerdan," Wylan protested.
"Schoolroom Fjerdan, right? I bet you speak Fjerdan about as well as I speak moose."
"Moose is probably your native tongue," mumbled Wylan.
Artemis simple-toon
You'll know they've spotted us when they screech," Skulduggery told her. The creatures screeched.
This is Sumarbrander, the Sword of Summer... and it is about to kick your collective butts."
"Thank you," said the sword.
Sam made a squeaking noise.
Ghost grabbed the cab cage and kicked at the driver. Flesh tore. The crewman ripped away from the forklift and fell on the ice, steering wheel welded to his hands. Ghost stamped on the man's head until it burst.
Konecranes. Not one of ours.
What the fuck is a scone?
It's Irish, I think, for stale bread.
Serpine: You have caused me so much trouble over the years detective. It's almost a shame to end it
Skulduggery: You're surrendering?
Skulduggery, she's not being professional - Tanith Low
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
Samskrit is the unsurpassed zenith in the whole development of languages yet known to us.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.
Yours most sincerely,
Peter Van Houten
c/o Lidewij Vliegnthart
"WHAT?!" I shouted aloud. "WHAT IS THIS LIFE?
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
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.
Samassi Abou don't speak the English too good.
Kalevala, whereas
Besyn larveth'is!
Solveig was higher up than me. She had a white apron. She was the cook. Sieving and singing hymns that her pastor in Sweden had taught her. Her eyes were the beautiful twinkling blue of a sleeping doll.
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;
MOOSEN!!!!!!! There many MOOSEN in the WOODSEN! MANY MUCH MOOSEN! The Meisin wanted and the MOOSEN and ...
Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite;
Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;
But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.
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.
Kerrick the weed.
Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm,
I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms.
You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
Herr Kafka, essen Sie keine Eier." (As one and only piece of dialog K recalls from his meeting with Rudolf Steiner - "Mr. Kafka don't eat eggs.
"Croissant": However you choose to pronounce it at home, it is perhaps worth nothing that outside the United States, the closer you can come to saying "kwass-ohn," the sooner you can expect to be presented with one.
The skaven will not prevail! Here they will be broken, shattered upon our steel! They fight for domination, to sate their greed. We fight for our homes, for our families, for those we would keep safe from the horrors of Old Night. It is our cause that is just; it is our fight that is righteous!
Call me Silidons, for such I am.
Kurtapyjama. His face was deeply lined, and his white
Snarky Snarkerson!
This danish is too sweetish to finish.
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
A skunk by any other name still stinks.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
Punish them all.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
I was nicknamed Skeeter in Little League because I was small and fast, like a mosquito flying across the outfield.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
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.
Skulduggery tilted his head. "Do you have a car?" "Nope." "Then we'll take mine." "Probably wise. I think I've forgoten how to drive.
Hey, you called me Sam. My actual name. Not Master or dumbass - "
"I have never in my life called anyone dumbass."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now, focus.
I don't know what the word is in Austrian.
I want a sword not a knitting needle
-Kalen
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
I am eternal. I am the night. I am the day. I am forever. And who are you?"
"I'm Skulduggery Pleasant."
"Oh, hell.
(The Horror Writers' Halloween Ball)
It's called Seflish, which is fitting
Sudenly a gothic old man flu in on his broomstick. He had lung black hair and a looong black bread. He wus werring a blak robe dat sed 'avril lavigne' on da back. He shotted a spel and Vlodemort ran away. It was ... DUMBLYDORE!
The best way to spell victory? K-I-L-L.
The top seed this weekend is Richard Krajicek,12 a 6'5" Dutchman who wears a tiny white billed hat in the sun and rushes the net like it owes him money and in general plays like a rabid crane.
Snap. Ka-chunk. That's how I spell the sound of a doorknob turning.
Be circumspect how you offend schollers, for knowe, a serpent tooth bites not so ill, as dooth a schollers angrie quill.
Farre shooting never kild bird.
Bergulme. Elsbeere. Hagebuche. Efeu. Scots elm. Service tree. Hornbeam.
SANE ASYLUM Ed Shank
How do you spell it?" I asked. It sounded like Ky-den. Jay spelled it for me. "It's A-I, like Thai food," he explained.
Shortest straw pulls the skunk's tail.
In 1982 I was playing soccer at William and Mary, and a kid from Randolph-Macon called me a kike. I ran after him. 'I'm not a ... well, yes I am.
I think we're going to ditch Kellz as your nickname and just start calling you Sieve.
That man," Carol said. "The thin man at Gordon's will reading, with the ridiculous name. He's involved in this, isn't he?"
"Skulduggery Pleasant," Valkyrie nodded. "And yes, he is.
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
Good morning, Sassenach,
SCORPIUS: Always.
Vas happening Selene?
Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
My name is Samhain Corvus LaCroix. I am a necromancer.
Now, if only I could say that with a straight face.
If there is a Swedish style, I cannot identify it.
The best thing about Ikea - I'm going to do a quiz here - the names. Do you know what a Floria Fin (ph) is? It's a candle. A Pogestra (ph) - table. A Bar Grick (ph) is a plate, an Eterleeg (ph) is a wine glass and a Scuggle (ph) is the name of my third nipple.
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
This isn't about you, Skeeter. It's about me, and I need you here. If we lose Crutchfield, we'll get him another day. If I lose you...
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.