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So I was thinking ... ""That's what I smell.""Geez." I rolled my eyes. "You and Tink have more in common than you want to admit.""I might have to kick you out of the bed for that."I snorted. "Um, yeah, you can't kick me out of my own bed. Sorry.""Whatever," he replied. "What were you thinking about? By Jennifer L. Armentrout Geez Thinking Kick Bed Tink

I guess this means we're uck-fayed, don't it Mikee? By Michael Jay Mikee Uckfayed Guess

I do my very best to avoid shark fin. By Anthony Bourdain Fin Avoid Shark

You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee! By Jennifer L. Armentrout Tink Scarf Gave Screeching Free

Fee-fi-fo-fum -Now I'm borrowed.Now I'm numb. By Anne Sexton Numb Borrowednow

Carrying money, food and the seal ring of Bel-ka-Trazet, set out alone for Lak. BOOK VI By Richard Adams Lak Carrying Money Food Set

New kits!" she rasped, eyes shining. Featherwhisker hurried toward the medicine den and nearly ran into Goosefeather, who was wandering out of the fern tunnel. "Watch where you're going!" Featherwhisker snapped. Then he froze. "Sorry!" But Goosefeather just shambled past his apprentice and stopped at the fresh-kill pile. "Leopardfoot's kitting!" Featherwhisker called after him. "I know, I know," Goosefeather muttered distractedly as he began pawing through the pile. Turning each piece of prey with his paw, he leaned down and inspected them closely. By Erin Hunter Featherwhisker Goosefeather Kits Rasped Eyes

Before he met Finkler, Treslove had never met a Jew. Not knowingly at least. He supposed a Jew would be like the word Jew - small and dark and beetling. A secret person. But Finkler was almost orange in colour and spilled out of his clothes. By Howard Jacobson Treslove Jew Met Finkler Small

flibbertigibbets - and By Hanya Yanagihara Flibbertigibbets

Tink's a Disney whore! By Jenks Disney Tink Whore

Hello kerplunk, this is my dear friend pitter patter. By Chris Vonada Kerplunk Patter Dear Friend Pitter

Niki Behrikis Shanahan By Niki Behrikis Shanahan Shanahan Behrikis Niki

Having fins in the water was useful to travel quickly, but the bulky appendage left much to be desired for exerting dominance. Something about being unable to sit, legs open, left me feeling feminine."~Fin By Brenda Pandos Quickly Dominance Left Water Travel

No, no, no, no,no,' he gasped. 'You can't bring up your mum and dad while your hand is down there, Finke By Melina Marchetta Nono Gasped Finke Bring Mum

Hey, Fnick can I change the channel, the game's on." -Iggy"Make yourself at home, FIGGY" -Fang By James Patterson Hey Fnick Iggy Figgy Fang

I had a mink, and I had money and I was miserable. By Kay Arthur Mink Miserable Money

Fortuna, that vicious slut. By John Kennedy Toole Fortuna Slut Vicious

I'd asked Tink about good fae when I got home. He'd been busy on my computer, creating If Daryl Dies We Riot memes. He'd genuinely appeared confused by my line of questioning. According to my pint-sized roommate, all fae were bad. There was no such thing as a good fae. Something had occurred to me while I'd watched him concentrate, the white glare from my computer lighting up his face. "Do you ever leave this house, Tink? Go anywhere?" He'd frowned up at me like I'd asked him why I should watch The Walking Dead. "Why would I leave? This place has everything I need, and if it doesn't, I can order it from Amazon." He'd paused. "Though, on second thought, we could use a live-in chef, because you can't cook for shit. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Fae Home Tink Good Daryl

I AM KORROK. In the mountains of Uruguay, a goat gets its hoof caught in a posthole and the bone snaps like a twig. The splinter juts from its skin, blood spraying onto white fur. It is stuck like that for three days. Finally, a wolf mother comes along, carrying her pup in her jaws. She lets the pup feed off the goat, gnawing bits of fur and skin and tearing at muscle. The goat feels it and screams and there is pain and pain and neither the goat nor the wolf nor the pup understand their place in the machine. I stand above all, and call them fags. I AM KORROK. By David Wong Goat Korrok Pup Uruguay Skin

Gilly Gilleshpee By Victoria Laurie Gilleshpee Gilly

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. By Jon Stewart Mary William Kike Playing Soccer

Acronym, n.I remember the first time you signed an email with SWAK. I didn't know what it meant. It sounded violent, like a slap connecting. SWAK! Batman knocking down the Riddler. SWAK! Cries of "Liar! Liar!" Tears. SWAK! So I wrote back: SWAK? And the next time you wrote, ten minutes later, you explained.I loved the ridiculous image I got from that, of you leaning over your laptop, touching your lips gently to the screen, sealing your words to me before turning them into electricity. Now every time you SWAK me, the echo of that electricity remains. By David Levithan Swak Acronym Liar Time Remember

She's a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink's knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I've ever lit on. By Kim Harrison Wolf Crap Brains Tink Knickers

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. By Anne Mccaffrey Mnementh Lord Fnor Rider Flar

Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots. By James Dashner Klunk Poo Word Pots Makes

Bink," said Gollie, "I must inform you that you are giving a home to a truly unremarkable fish.""I love him" said Bink. By Kate Dicamillo Bink Gollie Fish Inform Giving

Suddenly Tink was right in front of my face, causing me to jerk back. "I know you're mad at me and you probably want to slice and dice me up and wear my skin as a new bracelet."I glanced around. "Um. That's not exactly what I want to do."Hope widened his eyes."But I kind of want to flush you down a toilet," I amended.He gasped. "I'd get stuck! And these pipes are old. How would you even do that? I'm not a goldfish."I rolled my eyes. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Tink Suddenly Face Causing Back

These times of war and ruin will pass, and by love, you will be renewed and all terrible things shall be undone. Do you hear me, Fin Button?" Jeannot pushed the hair from her face and though shaking yet, Fin nodded. "In the name of God I drew you from the water, and in his name shall you be delivered home. By A.s. Peterson Fin Pass Love Undone Times

M F K Fisher is the dowager queen of writers on browsing and slicing. By Philip Howard, 20Th Earl Of Arundel Fisher Slicing Dowager Queen Writers

The trick of wearing mink is to look as though you were wearing a cloth coat. The trick of wearing a cloth coat is to look as though you are wearing mink. By Pierre Balmain Wearing Trick Cloth Mink Coat

That was the first time I ever saw Anton Jelinek. By Willa Cather Jelinek Anton Time

Don't you understand Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world! By J.m. Barrie Tink Understand World

Goodbye, fin,' I say. And I wish I was going with him, to some warm sheltered hideaway in the hills, wish that I, too, could lie down beside the dog, feel his unbroken heartbeat, smell the dust in his fur. There's only hours. I steel my courage.Surrender. By Sonya Hartnett Goodbye Fin Hills Dog Feel

FINISTERREThe road in the end taking the path the sun had taken, into the western sea, and the moon rising behind you as you stood where ground turned to ocean: no way to your future now but the way your shadow could take, walking before you across water, going where shadows go, no way to make sense of a world that wouldn't let you pass except to call an end to the way you had come, to take out each frayed letter you brought and light their illumined corners, and to read them as they drifted through the western light; to empty your bags; to sort this and to leave that; to promise what you needed to promise all along, and to abandon the shoes that had brought you here right at the water's edge, not because you had given up but because now, you would find a different way to tread, and because, through it all, part of you could still walk on, no matter how, over the waves. By David Whyte Western Promise End Water Brought

Kerrick the weed. By Maria V. Snyder Kerrick Weed

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what. By William Goldman Fezzik Lover Rhymes Mighty Give

The little white bundle - toddling dutifully down the hall to the front door - froze. Then a high-pitched scream as he began to run as fast as he could (which was not very fast at all, any more) and Boris - whooping with laughter - dropped to his knees."Oh!" snatching him up, as Popchik wriggled and struggled. "You got fat! He got fat!" he said indignantly as Popchik jumped up and kissed him on the face. "You let him get fat! Yes, hello, poustyshka, little bit of fluff you, hello! You remember me, don't you?" He had toppled over on his back, stretched out and laughing, as Popchik - still screaming with joy - jumped all over him. "He remembers me! By Donna Tartt Popchik Fat Froze Bundle Toddling

Financial Peace Jr. By Dave Ramsey Peace Financial

'How big's your dick?' Zak blurted. His father gave a roar of outrage. 'How good's your dental plan?' asked Number Five. Zak laughed. 'You can't ask that,' his father snapped at his side. 'My favorite composer is Rachmaninov. My last client moved to New Zealand. There's nothing stuck to my shoe. I had fruit for breakfast and I don't waste my time worrying. I make sure there's never anything to worry about.' He walked across the room and put his mouth close to Zak's ear. 'In answer to your last. How responsive's your gag reflex?' By Barbara Elsborg Dick Zak Big Father Number

I'm a small-town boy who comes from a traditional family on a tiny island called Belitung. I may not know where I'm going, but I'll always know where to come home to. By Andrea Hirata Belitung Smalltown Boy Traditional Family

You start. Go fuck Alek a little. By Lynn Kelling Start Alek Fuck

Brynna replies I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you're not suppose to spell it, Jules, you're suppose to suck it By Kristen Proby Brynna Jules Spell Replies Suppose

OLD FRIENDS. Fcp. 8vo. 2s. 6d. net. By Andrew Lang Friends Fcp Net

Good Hock (Hochheimer) keeps off the Doc. By Queen Victoria Hochheimer Hock Doc Good

If at first you don't fricassee, Fry, fry a hen! By Carol Ryrie Brink Fry Fricassee Hen

What in Tink's contractual hell are you doing here? By Kim Harrison Tink Contractual Hell

I like the word f-k. F-king deal with it and move on to the first f-king question you have. By Ozzy Osbourne Word Fking Deal Move Question

I'm a...an otaku faery. By Julie Kagawa Faery Otaku

Mister Lenk,' he forced through his teeth, 'you are by far the most disgusting. ' Lenk weighed the pouch in his hand, hearing the jingle of coins within. Nodding, he tucked it into his own belt. 'That's why I'm the leader. By Sam Sykes Lenk Mister Teeth Disgusting Forced

Me and Mike, ve vork in mine,Holy shit, ve have good time.Vunce a veek ve get our pay,Holy shit, no vork next day. By Kurt Vonnegut Shit Mike Vork Day Mineholy

Nobody tells me f-k all! By Ozzy Osbourne

Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves; Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear, Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves. By William Shakespeare Fie Trifles Thy Fond Love

You know that I hate you, Roark. I hate you for what you are, for wanting you, for having to want you. I'm going to fight you-and I'm going to destroy you-and I tell you this as calmly as I told you that I'm a begging animal. I'm going to pray that you can't be destroyed-I tell you this, too-even though I believe in nothing and have nothing to pray to. But I will fight to block every step you take. I will fight to tear every chance you want away from you. I will hurt you through the only thing that can hurt you-through your work. I will fight to starve you, to strangle you on the things you won't be able to reach. I have done it to you to today-and that is why I shall sleep with you tonight. Part 2, Chapter 7, pg. 272-3 The Fountainhead By Ayn Rand Roark Fight Hate Youand Pray

At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. By J.r.r. Tolkien Balrog Fingon Gothmog Stood Guard

Out of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug? By Maria V. Snyder Yelling Ear Shaking Shoulders Valek

What are you so afraid oft"Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. "Getting water up my nose," he whispered. "I hate it so much." And then he buried his head again. By William Goldman Fezzik Oft Afraid Raised Great

Merik had seen potential trade for Nubrevna where there was none. He'd seen a navy that had "needed his leadership" when it hadn't. He'd seen a selfish domna in Safiya fon Hasstrel, a frustrating Threadwitch in Iseult det Midenzi, and then an inconsequential ship's boy in Cam - yet none of those presumptions had proved true. By Susan Dennard Nubrevna Merik Potential Trade Hasstrel

Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes. By Eazy-E Fee Fum Back Foe Scratching

Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him. He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee!"Ren looked at me. "What the actual f**k?"I sighed. "He's obsessed with Harry Potter. I'm sorry."Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. "There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter.""You do remember what happened to Dobby, right?" I said."S**t." Tink's eyes widened and he dropped the scarf. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Tink Scarf Grabbing Chair Harry

PENUT:and when you really think about its jef-f-f Dunham JEFF: F-FPENUT:your using an unneeded FJef-f-f Dun- Ham. com!!!!!Am i pissing you of-f-f????? Jef-f-f Dun Ham PENUT: you know the wierd thing is i am actually pissing him off!!!and he would like to kill meJEFF:no i wouldn'tPENUT:yesJEFF:noPENUT:assert you fellings Jef-f-f By Jeff Dunham Dunham Jeff Penut Dun Ffpenut

Roark looked at the clean white sheet before him, his fist closed tightly about the thin stem of a pencil. He put the pencil down, and picked it up again, his thumb running softly up and down the smooth shaft; he saw that the pencil was trembling. He put it down quickly, and he felt anger at himself for the weakness of allowing this job to mean so much to him, for the sudden knowledge of what the months of idleness behind him had really meant. His finger tips were pressed to the paper, as if the paper held them, as a surface charged with electricity will hold the flesh of a man who has brushed against it, hold and hurt. He tore his fingers off the paper. Then he went to work ... By Ayn Rand Pencil Paper Roark Looked Clean

If Pietrok-111 was a one-horse town, Pietrok-112 was the glue factory where that horse went to die. By Claire North Town Die Onehorse Glue Factory

Jesu, Rike, you been gargling rat piss again? By Mark Lawrence Rike Jesu Gargling Rat Piss

If someone took the 'F' letter off me, I'd be ucked. By Chelsea Handler Letter Ucked

You know how some people think cool equals bored, and they act like they're alien scientists who drew the short straw and ended up assigned to observe this lowly species, humans, and they just lean against walls all the time, sighing and waiting to be called home to Zigborp-12, where all the fascinating geniuses are?Yeah, well, Mik doesn't sigh or lean, and his eyes are fully open like something awesome might happen at any time and he doesn't want to miss it. If he's an alien, he's an alien from a gray planet without pizza or music, and he freaking loves it here. By Laini Taylor Yeah Mik Lean Time Alien

Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us." "But I don't think of you." Toohey By Ayn Rand Roark Toohey Words Hear

alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral By Scott Turow Alter Coral Kocker Hal Streetword

We're gonna rock your world, Tink." Brandon Knight By Bella Jeanisse Tink World Knight Gonna Rock

Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he's still one of the youngest victors. Being from District 4, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favour, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-coloured hair and those incredible eyes. By Suzanne Collins Panem Odair Finnick Living Legend

I am Ragnuk, and I am going to eat you now. By Courtney Allison Moulton Ragnuk Eat

Fodor's Choice | The Ledbury. By Fodor's Choice Ledbury Fodor

I don't care. I want that one out. We can't afford a stampede. Find some polite way to get rid of him." Anderson pulls over another stack of paychecks waiting for his signature.Hock Seng tries again. "Khun, negotiating with the union is a complicated thing.""That's why I have you. It's called delegating." Anderson continues flipping the papers."Yes, of course." Hock Seng regards him drily. "Thank you for your management instruction. By Paolo Bacigalupi Care Seng Anderson Khun Stampede

Fraugh!" cried the sleeper, as though he suddenly understood all."Braugh!" he cried, not liking at all what he suddenly understood."Sup-foe!" he said, saying in no uncertain terms what he was going to do about it."Floof!" he cried. By Kurt Vonnegut Cried Braugh Supfoe Floof Suddenly

Toohey: "Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us."Roark: "But I don't think of you. By Ayn Rand Toohey Roark Words Hear

Jakob Hlasek is six foot two and built like a halfback, his blond hair in a short square Eastern European cut, with icy eyes and cheekbones out to here: He looks like either a Nazi male model or a lifeguard in hell and seems in general just way too scary ever to try to talk to. His backhand is a one-hander, rather like Ivan Lendl's, and watching him practice it is like watching a great artist casually sketch something. I keep having to remember to blink. By David Foster Wallace Hlasek Eastern European Nazi Jakob

Go on, Van Eck, threaten me. Tell me all the little things I am. You lay a finger on me and Kaz Brekker will cut the baby from your pretty wife's stomach and hang its body from a balcony at the Exchange. By Leigh Bardugo Van Eck Threaten Exchange Kaz

Come on out, Cock-a-Doodle! Come see the Colonel. I got eleven herbs and spices for your ass." Ferrik By Dean Fearce Colonel Ferrik Ass Eleven Herbs

Roarke made some notations on the fax - a By J.d. Robb Roarke Fax Made Notations

Molly wants to know her father's name," Arch said to them. "Why don't you give her a hint?"His first name with 'splatter,'" said Ripkins.And 'matter'," said Blister.Also 'fatter,'" said Ripkins.Likewise 'chatter'," added Blister.And his surname?" Arch asked.It rhymes with 'that again'," said Ripkins.And 'Flanagan," put in Blister.Also, um ... 'pad a fin'?" offered Ripkins.Arch and Blister looked at him.'Pannikin!'" he said proudly.Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Molly screamed. "You don't know what you're talking about! By Frank Beddor Arch Ripkinsand Blisteralso Father Molly

Fuck a motherfucking fuckduck"- Wraith By Larissa Ione Wraith Fuck Fuckduck Motherfucking

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke. By Geoffrey Chaucer Cloke Smylere Knyf

And we all know how ladies get minks ... "Popsy and Sandra chorused the answer together. "The same way minks get minks! By Suzy Duffy Minks Popsy Ladies Sandra Chorused

I started to fire back, but Tink suddenly appeared in the open doorway, and what the? He had one of those skillets just large enough to cook an egg in, and he was holding it over his head like a battle-axe. I was kind of surprised that he could carry the pan, but Tink was buff for a little guy. He had a six-pack - a brownie six-pack. His face was contorted in a silent battle cry as he started into the room.Wide-eyed, I shook my head. As much as I appreciated the effort, his interference would not end well. That small as hell frying panwas not going to do any damage. Thankfully, Tink froze and lowered the pan. A second passed then he zoomed out of the doorway. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Tink Back Fire Suddenly Appeared

Someone like you could be so, how do you say, fortunate, said Bok. By David Baldacci Fortunate Bok

And if ye angler take fysshe; surely thenne is there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte. By Juliana Berners Fysshe Surely Spyryte Angler Thenne

Fink had a full bowl and grinned at me as he sat back on the bench. "It would help if you used words like 'please' and 'thank you.'""Then I'll thank you to please stay out of my business. By Jennifer A. Nielsen Fink Bench Full Bowl Grinned

Barton Fink got written very quickly, in about three weeks. I don't know what that means. By Joel Coen Fink Barton Quickly Weeks Written

You're not wearing mink knickers,are you? By Prince Philip Wearing Mink Knickersare

He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary. In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the moneychangers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men's acts, even the terrible became banal. Shevek looked at this monstrous pettiness with contempt, and without interest. He did not admit, he could not admit, that in fact it frightened him. By Ursula K. Le Guin Rites Religion Barbaric Elaborate Unnecessary

Take care of my moonlark. By Shannon Messenger Moonlark Care

None will thank me for this, nor anyone will remember.-Istak By F. Sionil Jose Istak Remember

Vik?"The little metallic bird postured on the windowsill, eyeing him coldly. Vik's paint was iridescent and glossed-something the mecha had never liked, since he said it made him look like a girlie bird. "I'm surprised you remember my name." Vik paused before he added an acerbic, "Asshole."Syn laughed as he rolled away from Shahara. "You prickly little shit, get over here."Vik swooped in to land between the two of them on the bed. He burst apart, shifting from bird form to that of a more traditional mechbot. With his hand, he smacked Syn in the arm. "I thought you were coming back for me.""I tried. I really did, but by the time I could, I figured you'd be gone." Vik hissed then looked at Shahara. "He lie to you like that?" -Syn & Vik By Sherrilyn Kenyon Vik Syn Bird Shahara Windowsill

Actually, Keke is my nickname. When I was little, my sister was about four years old, and she had an imaginary friend named Keke. And she wanted my name to be Keke. By Keke Palmer Keke Nickname Sister Years Imaginary

Someday I'll design a typeface without a K in it, and then let's see the bastards misspell my name. By Frederic Goudy Someday Design Typeface Bastards Misspell

If Leekes you like, but do their smell dis-like, Eat Onyons, and you shall not smell the Leeke; If you of Onyons would the scent expell, Eat Garlicke, that shall drowne the Onyons' smell. By William Kitchiner Eat Onyons Garlicke Onyons Smell

Siken occasionally locates a poem in loss as enacted, not implicit, event. These are among his most beautiful poems, their capitulations heartbreaking in the context of prolonged animal struggle against acknowledgement. By Louise Gluck Event Siken Enacted Implicit Occasionally

Tink's a Disney whore!- Jenks By Kim Harrison Jenks Disney Tink Whore

Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne. By Earl Peirce Drukker Cologne Headhunter Emil

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks By Kim Harrison Tink Jenks Humpin Love Sweet

Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra. By T.a. Barron Dravia Talking Giants Fincayra Hud