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Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and shacking up with a German assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go,' she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
I AM SALOMAN. GIVE ME MY SWORD!
The sword the body wounds, sharp words the mind.
The match was a short one. The mountain brute received several gashes across his flesh that bled profusely, but the fight came to an abrupt halt when he cleaved the whip-wielding arm from his opponent's body. The crowd cheered, some cringed, and others bathed the stands in their lunch.
Damian: How many are above me?
Tyler: Seven.
Damian: Great. Below?
Tyler: Two. Watch yourself. They've got spears.
Damian: Great. i love spears.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
The black serpant of wounded vanity gnawed at his heart?
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
There are a thousand spears in my back,' said a little sharp voice, 'and they are all devoted to the Princess and to her alone.
he who has trembled before the pedagogue's rod will not face the spear willingly.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
I am become a blade.
Seated atop the creature was a mermaid. She carried a crossbow. A sword hung from her hip. Her coppery hair, cut short, was angled over her forehead and cheekbones. Her green eyes blazed with fury.
'Go, Sera!' Becca shouted. 'Take back your throne!
I was vanquished by a deer!'
A giant magical flying deer with fangs,' Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier.
That sounds a little better,' Warren conceded. 'Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
Buffeted but not broken.
Men love a prop so well, that they will lean on a pointed poisoned spear; and such was he, the impostor, who, with fear of hell for his scourge, most ravenous wolf, played the driver to a credulous flock.
You can't hurt a man with a pinprick when he's already got a spear in his chest.
Please. The word was disgusting as it came out, rank with misuse, and he felt irritation in the midst of his panic. But it was the panic that drove this train, panic that pushed every retort out of his mind and left him broken and desperate, in front of this man.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
The brave man slays with a sword, the craven with a wineskin.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
was being plundered
His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him - bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or ...
... or tap him on the shoulder.
Sieges weathered.
William Regal, what does besmirched mean?
heavy bonecrushing armor-smashing blades.
I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again
Ravished is a nice word found in sentimental novel. Between us, Moran, the word that stuck in my mind like shit to the bottom of a shoe was fucked.
Come, tears, confound,' he cried. 'Out, sword, and wound the left breast of Pyramus. Ay, that left breast where his heart doth hop.
I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spears. Tonight we would kill. Sihtric,
Distraught I seize mine arms ... And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks how comely, sword in hand!
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.
He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,
and dust, the armored spearhead
Hunter deepened it.
He lived a wounded life
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
Better a long life as a squire than a shore one as a soiled knight.
Cordone, delighted with himself for swindling the gullible Indians out of a fortune in pearls, stood at the railing of his ship smiling down at the pursuers. He was about to order his soldiers to fire upon the Indians when he was struck in the chest by an arrow. He dropped to the deck.
If I could be good at any sport, it'd be javelin. I know a few people I would love to throw a spear at.
I had been pushed as far as I could stand
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.
make words your finest weapons - a gold-hilted sword to cut your enemies d
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.
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
The pearl on my beloved's neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
King Dan sat on his stallion fierce Swords did slice and spears did pierce But in a tree upon the field Perched a small, keen-eyed blackbird And the blackbird did not sing No, the blackbird did not sing Miri's
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
I am the bone of my sword.
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.
Ane bow that is ay bent Worthis ay unsmart and dullis on the string; Sa dois the mynd that is ay diligent In ernistfull thochtis and in studying.
Cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul
There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.
Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear. 'I told you she was mine,' my father said, and took me.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...
Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said.
Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?"
"I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs," said Katsa indignantly.
You Bedazzled my stake?
Look at him, he's slain another dangling participle.
Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
Some carry beautifully crafted swords all their lives, and never realise, until they are daubed in blood, that the pleasure comes not from owning a sword, no matter how perfect, but from letting it cut.
A slippery fish, flashing scales in the water and a noble fighter on the line, but dull as lead at the bottom of the boat.
slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in
From the ground. They waded waist-deep in the grass, in a compact body, bearing an improvised stretcher in their midst. Instantly, in the emptiness of the landscape, a cry arose whose shrillness pierced the still air like a sharp arrow
He- for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it- was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.
a bronze lustre; pearls were twisted round her wrists
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
An axe struck him in the head. Pain screamed through him as shards of bone from his own skull drove into his brain.
"Bastard" he snarled as he wheeled around to his attacker, a burly Ramreel with a black snout and glowing red eyes. "You fucked up my Mohawk.
Certain "advanced" girls understood. Others, like me, thought: knife wound, bear attack.
The tongue is sharper than a sword.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
From a swift canter the powerful legs of Melynlas stretched to a gallop. The stallion's muscles heaved beneath him and Taran, sword raised, plunged into the sea of men. His head spun and he gasped as if drowning. He realized he was terrified.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
Balderdash, I say, let the sword turn into an adder and the adder a salmon and the salmon a birch twig and birch twig a sword and the sword a tongue ... Let it all run together so swiftly that it cannot be separated again ...
the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.
His axe took her in the back of the head.
How would you feel," Elayne said softly, "if you saw your queen trying to kill a Trolloc with a sword as you ran away?"
"I'd feel like I needed to bloody move to another country," Birgitte snapped, loosing another arrow, "one where the monarchs don't have pudding for brains.
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by.
It takes a pillage.
Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.
Command the murderous chalices ... Drink ye harpooners! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow
Death to Moby Dick!
I did not know then that words and music are more deadly than any spear.
MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.
The Tippoo's life seemed charmed. He stepped in blood, but none of it was his and it seemed as though he could not die, but only kill, and so he did, cold-bloodedly, deliberately, exultantly defending his city and his dream against the barbarians who had come to snatch his tiger throne.
I bashed myself. I cut myself. I caught on fire. I fell: I had been myopically focused on peeling garlic, and hadn't noticed a bin of beef at my feet until I walked into it.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Steak on the plate went up. Steak on the hoof went down.
assimilated. So it was
Her heart ruffled like a wind torn sail, held, yet ripped.
Before I knew what was happening, I had a fistful of spears around my neck like a collar. I could have shaved myself with one sneeze.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.