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It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hesperus Sea Schooner Sailed Wintry

I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.''Simon. My name is Simon. By Cassandra Clare Sherwin Simon Feeling

Helga, we need to talk. There's something you've got to know about.""You sound so serious, Lemon.""I am, Helga. Deadly serious.""Okay. I will be right over. Stay nude. By Carsten Stroud Helga Lemon Talk About Deadly

Tommy Gnosis: What is that?Hedwig: It's what I've got to work with. By John Cameron Mitchell Hedwig Gnosis Tommy Work

Heloise learned to love Abelard solely for who he was. That forbidden love brought her nothing but pain, but she would rather have shame and pain with Abelard than peace and happiness without him. By Gary Thomas Abelard Heloise Love Learned Solely

Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. By Alexander Pope Heavn Aid Lover Maid Taught

Coach Hedge yelled,"Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!""Holy Hephaestus," Leo muttered. "He really needs to work on his shipspeak. By Rick Riordan Thar Hedge Kansas Ahoy Coach

Carolyn Heilbrun's By Gloria Steinem Heilbrun Carolyn

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Graces Helicon Muses Mouldering House

A hundred years ago Hester Prynne of The Scarlet Letter was given an A for adultery; today she would rate no better than a C-plus. By Peter De Vries Cplus Hester Prynne Scarlet Letter

Hodor, said Hodor. Maester By George R R Martin Hodor Maester

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring. By Thomas Campion Spring Heavnly Thoughts True Delight

Heifers, younger, are another matter,Goofy, quick to spook, gangly. TheyGalumpf about, attack afraid andRetreat feeling real brave. There's noUnderstanding 'em, that's justThe way they are. --Ars Docentis By Alan W. Powers Heifers Younger Gangly Mattergoofy Quick

I've been foolish." (Hester)"I hope you at least had a grand time being foolish." (Ariadne) By Grace Burrowes Hester Foolish Ariadne Hope Grand

With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted and burned, sat Heimdallr, guardian of the Bilrost. By Angela B. Chrysler Agape Fire Mouths Stared Awe

Hodor?""Hodor. By George R R Martin Hodor

Haydon had found his charm again. He could do that at the drop of a hat. He drew you and he repelled you. I remember that exactly. He danced all ways for you, playing your emotions against each other because he had none of his own. By John Le Carre Haydon Found Charm Hat Drop

I like him to sleep close to me. Danes says it is better than leaving him alone in a cradle to get too cold or too hot. Mistress Bedwell does not agree. She says that I should have a wet nurse and not hold him all the time, for it indulges him so."I laughed. "What nonsense!"Hester looked pleased. "It feels right, him being next to me.""Hester, do what you feel is best. Take no notice of Patience Bedwell. By Sally Gardner Hester Bedwell Sleep Close Danes

Heav'n hath no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd. By William Congreve Rage Hatred Hell Fury Love

[Hobie]"Theo." His hug was strong and parental, and so fierce that it made me cry even harder. Then his hand was on my shoulder, heavy anchoring hand that was security and authority itself; he was leading me in, into the workshop, dim gilt and rich wood smells I'd dreamed of, up the stairs into the long-lost parlor, with its velvets and urns and bronzes. By Donna Tartt Hobie Theo Hand Parental Harder

The man whirled, his hands still gripping the animal's skin, his face perfectly illuminated by the fire. He was half in shadow, and the shadow revealed him slowly. His left eye was covered by a black leather patch, and thin white scar raked his brow and the cheekbone below. The carried on, down the length of his neck, into the thick black beard, twisting under his collarbone and around his torso. They marred only the skin, I noted, for the muscles beneath were whole and strong, and the entire impression was one of great vitality and energy, strength unbridled. He looked nothing so much as a fallen god working at a trade."Hephaestus at the forge," I murmured, recalling my mythology ... By Deanna Raybourn Whirled Fire Man Hands Gripping

Hegel, installed from above, by the powers that be, as the certified Great Philosopher, was a flat-headed, insipid, nauseating, illiterate charlatan who reached the pinnacle of audacity in scribbling together and dishing up the craziest mystifying nonsense. By Arthur Schopenhauer Philosopher Hegel Insipid Nauseating Great

Lina had never seen anyone so disorganized as the doctor. She peeked into the medicine room once when the doctor was out and was amazed at the clutter in there-shelves and cupboards and tables piled with stuff in bottles and stuff in boxes and stuff in jars, all higgledy-piggledy. How Dr. Hester found anything she couldn't imagine. By Jeanne Duprau Stuff Doctor Lina Disorganized Hester

Heifer, you are not Olivia Pope. By K. Alex Walker Heifer Pope Olivia

I haven't played Hedda Gabler yet, but maybe if I did I might find the funny bits. By Sophie Thompson Hedda Gabler Bits Played Find

the cop-friendly Sherma Barthlett as the on-call By Michael Connelly Sherma Barthlett Oncall Copfriendly

It is a very long story, and I promise I'll spill all later. Condensed version: my mom is a Brannick, I am the unholy love child of a Brannick and a demon, and the bar for family dysfunction is now set super high."Jenna, to her credit, knew when to just roll with it. "Okay, then.""The more pressing question right now is, why are we back at Hex Hall?"Jenna looked around, taking in the unnatural fog, the dilapidated (well, more dilapidated) feel of the house. "Something tells me it's not for a class ruinion.""Did you get pulled through some kind of magic tornado, too?" I asked her."No, I flew in here as a bat. It's a new thing I learned from Byron.""Ha ha," I said, swatting at her arm. By Rachel Hawkins Brannick Jenna Story Long Promise

Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing. By Jordan Castillo Price Renfield Ass Helsing Van Hands

The man is a humbug - a vulgar, shallow, self-satisfied mind, absolutely inaccessible to the complexities and delicacies of the real world. He has the journalist's air of being a specialist in everything, of taking in all points of view and being always on the side of the angels: Walter Helwich merely annoys a reader who has the least experience of knowing things, of what knowing is like. There is not two pence worth of real thought or real nobility in him. But he isn't dull ... By C.s. Lewis Shallow Real Humbug Vulgar Selfsatisfied

Usually called by his guffaw-inducing initials, IRS, Schyster was the standout grappler Mike Rotunda functionally repackaged as Ted DiBiase's financial planner. Indisputably his best angle was the time he took issue with Native American wrestler Tatanka for failing to pay taxes on a ceremonial headdress. By David Shoemaker Irs Schyster Mike Rotunda Ted

I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks.He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean. By Cyn Balog Hans Stare Refrigerator Ocean Shaped

As the ample Hedda, who disguised her ampleness behind a billow of yellow summer dress, told it, her life up 'til she hoisted this very bloody mary in her hand was a convoluted tale of bubbly love gone flat, fine talents unnoticed and similarly woeful bullshit. By Daniel Woodrell Hedda Dress Told Til Flat

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall. By Alexander Pope Fate Men Prescrib State Creatures

All in a moment Hurlow forgot the beauty of the sounds and smelt fear. He smelt it as an animal smells it, the breath cold in his nostrils. He had read about Pan, a dead god who might safely be patronized while poring over a book in a London lodging, but here and at this hour a god not to be scorned. ("Furze Hollow") By A.m. Burrage Hurlow Fear Smelt Moment Forgot

Shepperton Church was a very different looking building five-and-twenty years ago. To be sure, its substantial stone tower looks at you through its intelligent eye, the clock, with the friendly expression of former days; but in everything else what changes! By George Eliot Church Shepperton Building Years Ago

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn! By John Milton Hail Light Offspring Firstborn Holy

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train. By John Milton Heavn Train Gems Starry

It is not that the Hegartys don't know what they want, it is that they don't know HOW to want. Something about their wanting went catastrophically astray. By Anne Enright Hegartys Astray Wanting Catastrophically

For a brief second I remember everything about who and what I used to be. But most of all, I remember Harlin. And I wonder how he'll find me if I'm someone else. By Suzanne Young Remember Harlin Find

Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.) By Truman Capote Attention Hulga Hog Alliteration Hollering

I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a massive figure who appeared even more enormous by virtue of the thick overcoat he wore. Everything about him had the effect of extraordinary permanence and solidity: the deep bass voice; the tweed jacket, already, at that time, almost habitual; the appetite at dinner; and at night, the truly Cyclopean snoring, loud as a series of buzz saws, which frightened the other guests at my Chiemgau country house out of their peaceful slumbers. By Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Albers Meeting Remember Brought House

The Heaneys were aristocrats, in the sense that they took for granted a code of behavior that was given and unspoken. Argumentation, persuasion, speech itself, for God's sake, just seemed otiose and superfluous to them. By Seamus Heaney Heaneys Aristocrats Unspoken Argumentation Persuasion

Are you sure you know where you're going?" Andrea frowned."Would you like me to pull over and ask that bamboo for directions?""I don't know, do you think it will answer?"We peered at the bamboo."I think it looks suspicious," Andrea said."Maybe there is a heffalump hiding in it."Andrea stared at me."You know, heffalump? From Pooh Bear?""Where do you even get this shit? By Ilona Andrews Andrea Heffalump Bear Pooh Frowned

So unworldly was heor so capriciousthat he frequently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the problem made no appeal to his sympathies, while he would devote weeks of most intense application to the affairs of some humble client whose case presented those strange and dramatic qualities which appealed to his imagination and challenged his ingenuity. By Arthur Conan Doyle Sympathies Ingenuity Unworldly Heor Capriciousthat

Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he'd offered me - though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn't stood a chance. "I don't think we were introduced properly earlier," he crooned to Nesta. "I'm - " "I don't care," Nesta said with a snap of her wrist, striding right past him and up to my side. "I'd like a word," she said. "Now." Cassian was biting his knuckle to keep from laughing - at the utter surprise and shock on Helion's face. It wasn't every day, I supposed, that anyone of either sex dismissed him so thoroughly. I threw the High Lord a semi-apologetic glance and led my sister out of the room. By Sarah J. Maas Spellcleaver Nesta Helion Title Lady

I like B. Wooster the way he is. Lay off him, I say. Don't try to change him, or you may lose the flavour. Even when we were merely affianced, I recalled, this woman had dashed the mystery thriller from my hand, instructing me to read instead a perfectly frightful thing by a bird called Tolstoy. At the thought of what horrors might ensue after the clergyman had done his stuff and she had a legal right to bring my grey hairs in sorrow to the grave, the imagination boggled. It was a subdued and apprehensive Bertram Wooster who some moments later reached for the hat and light overcoat and went off to the Savoy to shove food into the Trotters. The By P.g. Wodehouse Wooster Tolstoy Trotters Bertram Savoy

The goddess smiled. "You are a good hero, Percy Jackson. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn. When Dionysus was made a god, I gave up my throne for him. It was the only way to avoid a civil war among the gods.""It unbalanced the Council," I remembered. "Suddenly there were seven guys and five girls."Hestia shrugged. "It was the best solution, not a perfect one. Now I tend the fire. I fade slowly into the background. No one will ever write epic poems about the deeds of Hestia. Most demigods don't even stop to talk to me. But that is no matter. I keep the peace. I yield when necessary. Can you do this? By Rick Riordan Smiled Goddess Percy Jackson Hestia

His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor. By Anonymous Elk Ravens Hodor Ice Men

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot." Evie's parents stared in stunned silence. "Or so I've heard. By Libba Bray Brodie Harold Week Louse Lothario

pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel By Rachel Hauck Pocket Tanner Nathaniel

Flirting with random women in a tavern? That sounds like Helios. Well, it sounds like most of the gods, actually. By Rick Riordan Flirting Tavern Helios Random Women

Lord Macon:"Went for a wee nightly run. Needed peace and quiet. Needed air in my fur. Needed fields under my paws. Needed, oh I canna -hic- explain ... needed the company of hegehogs."Professor Lyall:"And did you find it?"Lord Macon:"Find what? No hedgehogs. Stupid hedgehogs. By Gail Carriger Needed Macon Lord Run Wee

Hegel on sacrifice. The animal dies. The man becomes alert. By Anne Carson Hegel Sacrifice Dies Alert Animal

Another yap shook the room. Broken branches tumbled to the floor. "Wh-what's up there?" I asked, my knees shaking. I thought about the Norns' prophecy, naming me a harbinger of evil. "Is it - the Wolf?" "Oh, much worse," Blitzen said. "It's the Squirrel. By Rick Riordan Room Yap Shook Whwhat Broken

Don't you want to take a last look at the place?" he asked Hedwig, who was still sulking with her head under her wing. "We'll never be here again. Don't you want to remember all the good times? I mean, look at this doormat. What memories . . . Dudley puked on it after I saved him from the dementors . . . Turns out he was grateful after all, can you believe it? . . . And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door . . . ."Harry lost the thread of his thoughts for a moment and Hedwig did nothing to help him retrieve it, but continued to sit with her head under her wing. Harry turned his back on the front door."And under here, Hedwig" - Harry pulled open a door under the stairs - "is where I used to sleep! You never knew me then - Blimey, it's small, I'd forgotten . . . . By J.k. Rowling Harry Hedwig Place Asked Sulking

Mr. Herbert DemarestAlexander Hamilton Jr. High2236 Bedford AvenueBrooklyn NYDear Mr Demarest, Then why don't you give him 'Withering Heights'? At least Heathcoat knew how to kick some ass.Chas. Banks3d Base By Steve Kluger Herbert Hamilton Base Bedford Demarest

He said." Jojen frowned. "This ... Coldhands?""That wasn't his true name," said Gilly, rocking. "We only called him that, Sam and me. His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk.""His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck."His elk?" said Meera, startled."His ravens?" said Jojen."Hodor?" said Hodor."Was he green?" Bran wanted to know. "Did he have antlers?"The fat man was confused. "The elk?""Coldhands," said Bran impatiently. "The green men ride on elks, Old Nan used to say. Sometimes they have antlers too. By George R R Martin Bran Elk Coldhands Ravens Antlers

So howled out for the world to give him a name.The indark answered with wind. By Samuel R. Delany Wind Howled World Give Namethe

Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. My God, Harry, how I worship her!" He was walking up and down the room as he spoke. Hectic spots of red burned on his cheeks. He was terribly excited. By Oscar Wilde Vane Sibyl Love Romeo Harry

Wind is blowing past me and I open my eyes to look at the bridge above me. But I see only Harlin. And as I fall, he mouths, I love you. By Suzanne Young Wind Blowing Past Open Eyes

The great fact emerges that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was only and long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hungerlean splapeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes Everybody By James Joyce Haromphrey Dook Umphrey Lucalizod Chimbers

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter? By William Shakespeare Axe Suspect Twas Slaughter Finds

Sheehan's Pool Room, which adorns one of the lesser alleys in the heart of Chicago's stockyard district, is not a nice place. Its air, freighted with a thousand odours such as Coleridge may have found at Cologne, too seldom knows the purifying rays of the sun; but fights for space with the acrid fumes of unnumbered cheap cigars and cigarettes which dangle from the coarse lips of unnumbered human animals that haunt the place day and night. By H.p. Lovecraft Room Pool Chicago Sheehan District

HESTER'S POOL WAS ALSO FORBIDDEN IN CAL'S world, which was only one of the reasons it was irresistible. By Nora Roberts Pool Forbidden Hesters World Irresistible

I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman By Nicki Minaj Whitley Hillman Dwayne Plane Call

Helios thought he looked pretty hot, and he had an annoying habit of calling the sun his chick magnet. By Rick Riordan Helios Hot Magnet Thought Looked

I've been extremely lucky in my career, in terms of artists and colorists I've been able to work with, and I think 'Helheim' is a perfect example of that look playing out perfectly. By Cullen Bunn Helheim Career Perfectly Extremely Lucky

In the space beyond was Hedra Ka. A cracking scab of a planet, choked with storms and veins of lava. A mist of rocks floated in orbit, a reminder of its recent formation. It was a young world, unwelcoming, resentful of its existence. 'That is the angriest looking thing I've ever seen,' Ashby said. By Becky Chambers Hedra Space Planet Choked Lava

Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered. By Sappho Hesperus Scattered Bringing Morning Star

So potter with potter contendeth: the hewer of wood with the hewer of wood: the beggar is jealous of the beggar, the ministrel is jealous of the ministrel. By Alexander William Mair Hewer Jealous Wood Beggar Ministrel

New nursery rhymes for new times. HIckory dickery dock my daddy's nuts from shelshock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and hurned out his eyes. A dillar a dollar a ten o-clock schollar blow off his legs and then watch him holler ... By Dalton Trumbo Times Nursery Rhymes Hickory Shelshock

Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a type that does not ignite, but must be detonated. ("Dayspring Mishandled") By Rudyard Kipling Manallace Graydon James Andrew Darkish

Time to silence the Hegelian Dialect By Dean Cavanagh Dialect Hegelian Time Silence

[YSL creative director] Hedi [Slimane] is a music-obsessed guy. I might've originally met him through Sky. By Zachary Cole Smith Hedi Slimane Ysl Director Guy

The throne was empty, and above it hung only the ancient flag of Remalna, tattered in places from age. Galdran's banners were, of course, gone. No one was on the dais. Just below it, side by side in fine chairs, sat the Prince and Princess.At their feet Shevraeth knelt formally on white cushions before a long carved table. He now wore white and silver with blue gemstones on his tunic and in his braided hair. He looks like a king, I thought, though he was nowhere near the throne. By Sherwood Smith Remalna Empty Tattered Age Hung

And there I was, a woman who yearned so hard for the sky there had to be stars in my blood, yet I was stuck in Heliodor City, missing it all. By Jacqueline Koyanagi City Heliodor Blood Missing Woman

It is warm within the mansions of Hel. By Carrie Jones Hel Warm Mansions

Who are you,' it boomed, 'to light a fire here in the depths of Himatan?'[...]'Someone who would dare to do so,' Pon-lor shouted down. 'Think you on that. By Ian C. Esslemont Himatan Ponlor Boomed Light Fire

As long as they were talking, it was easy. And Levi was always talking. He told her about 4-H."What do the H's stand for?""Head, heart, hands, health. They don't have 4-H in South Omaha?""They do, but it stands for hard, hip-hop, and Homey-don't-play-that. By Rainbow Rowell Talking Easy Head Long Levi

Morgon of Hed met the High One's harpist one autumn day when the trade-ships docked at Tol for the season's exchange of goods. A small boy caught sight of the round-hulled ships with their billowing sails striped red and blue and green, picking their way among the tiny fishing boats in the distance, and ran up the coast from Tol to Akren, the house of Morgon, Prince of Hed. There he disrupted an argument, gave his message, and sat down at the long, nearly deserted tables to forage whatever was left of breakfast. The Prince of Hed, who was recovering slowly from the effects of loading two carts of beer for trading the evening before, ran a reddened eye over the tables and shouted for his sister. By Patricia A. Mckillip Hed Tol High Morgon Prince

When Thorhall heard this he was so shocked that he could not speak a word. He sprang out of bed, snatched with both hands the spear that Skarp-Hedin had given him, and drove it deep into his own leg. The flesh and core of the boil clung to the blade as he gouged it out of his leg, and a torrent of blood and matter gushed across the floor like a stream. Then he strode from the booth without a limp, walking so fast that the messenger could not keep pace with him. By Anonymous Thorhall Word Leg Heard Shocked

My name is Harry Dresden," I said.Fitz stumbled. "Holy shit," he said. "Like ... that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard?""The one and only."He recovered his pace and shook his head. "I heard you were dead.""Well, yeah," I said, "but I'm taking it in stride. By Jim Butcher Dresden Harry Stumbled Saidfitz Holy

The boat was coming in. Suddenly the boat stopped and turned around and went out to sea again. "Well, well," thought Benny. "Whoever he is, he By Gertrude Chandler Warner Boat Coming Benny Suddenly Thought

[T]ruly to escape Hegel involves an exact appreciation of the price we have to pay to detach ourselves from him. It assumes that we are aware of the extent to which Hegel, insidiously perhaps, is close to us; it implies a knowledge, in that which permits us to think against Hegel, of that which remains Hegelian. We have to determine the extent to which our anti-Hegelianism is possibly one of his tricks directed against us, at the end of which he stands, motionless, waiting for us. By Michel Foucault Hegel Ruly Extent Escape Involves

All is not golde that shewyth goldishe hewe. By John Lydgate Hewe Golde Shewyth Goldishe

After catching an arrow in the back and passing out in Tom the Feather's barnyard, Hadrian had woken up on a comfortable bed surrounded by lovely women. He thought he'd died and regretted every time he'd ever cursed Maribor's name. By Michael J. Sullivan Hadrian Tom Feather Barnyard Women

blatherskate," I By Patrick Rothfuss Blatherskate

But now at last the sacred influenceOf light appears, and rom the walls of Heav'nShoots far into the bosom of dim NightA glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retireAs from her outmost works a broken foeWith tumult less and with less hostile din, By John Milton Nature Chaos Dawn Verge Din

Uh, do you want a job?""I got one.""Oh." I wasn't sure why I had assumed he was unemployed. "Okay.""Sure.""Sure, what?""I want a job.""You just said you already had a job.""I do. I got two. But if you're hirin', I'll quit one off 'em. It hella sucks anyway."I didn't know what "helasux" was, but i wasn't about to ask. "Can you organize all these movies?""Easy.""When can you start?"He smiled at me. "Now. By Marie Sexton Job One Job Okay Sure

Anthony Heilbut has been a guide and a mentor to me. I know of no one who has the love and depth of knowledge of this extraordinary author. By Paul Simon Heilbut Anthony Guide Mentor Author

I'm a shreddermouf, aren't I?' 'I was afraid of that,' said Tansy. He was going to keep her in his larder until he was hungy again, and then he was going to rip her apart. 'Dis is my lair', said the shreddermouth proudly. 'It's de best lair in Tiratattle.' 'Is it?' said Tansy. 'Oh yes. It's a drainage tunnel. Goes right up to de surface, it does. Lots of storage space. My name's Gulp.' 'Tansy,' said Tansy, deciding not to ask him what he kept in his storage space and wondering whether introductions were quite the thing. By Elizabeth Kay Tansy Shreddermouf Dis Lair Storage

Vane pulled out his wallet and handed several hundred dollar bills to Henri. "Do me a favor. That guy downstairs Taylor. Give him the worst table in the house."Henri's eyes danced with amusement. "For you, Mr. Kattalakis, anything." Vane took his seat as Henri walked off."That was so bad of you," she said with a coy smile."Do you want me to take it back?""Hardly. I was merely pointing out that it was bad.""What can I say? I'm just a big bad wolf. By Sherrilyn Kenyon Henri Vane Pulled Wallet Handed

What captivated my fancy was that I, Axel Heyst, the most detached of creatures in this earthly captivity, the veriest tramp on this earth, an indifferent stroller going through the world's bustle - that I should have been there to step into the situation of an agent of Providence. I, a man of universal scorn and unbelief ... By Joseph Conrad Axel Heyst Providence Captivity Earth

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape. By John Milton Driving Till Begin Chastity Guilt

Warhol is the pre-Helnwein. By Gottfried Helnwein Warhol Prehelnwein

will, when he gets here. But, boy! - I'd work for him as a cinder sweeper. He'd blast through this valley like a rocket. He'd triple everybody's production." "Who's that?" "Hank Rearden. By Ayn Rand Boy Hank Rearden Sweeper Rocket

There was a sound of steel meeting steel. Devin flung a desperate look over his shoulder, saw Hewet fending off two men behind him, and looked ahead in time to see ten men in light armor ride out of the trees up ahead and drive straight for him. He almost swallowed the flute. He threw an arm over his face, too shocked to be terrified, and waited to die. By Amy Bai Steel Sound Meeting Hewet Men

If you are one of the hewers of wood and drawers of small weekly paychecks, your letters will have to contain some few items of news or they will be accounted dry stuff ... But if you happen to be of a literary turn of mind, or are, in any way, likely to become famous, you may settle down to an afternoon of letter-writing on nothing more sprightly in the way of news than the shifting of the wind from south to south-east. By Robert Benchley Paychecks Stuff Hewers Wood Drawers

Name me or be eaten!" Shezmu bellowed."I name you!" I shouted back. "Shezmu, Slaughterer of Souls, Fierce of Face!""GAAAAHHHHH!" He writhed in pain. "How do they always know?""Let us pass!" I commanded. "Oh, and one more thing ... my brother wants a free sample."I just had time to step away, and Carter just had time to look confused before the demon blew yellowdust all over him. Then Shezmu sank under the waves."What a nice fellow," I said."Pah!" Carter spit perfume. He looked like a piece of breaded fish. "What was that for?""You smell lovely," I assured him. By Rick Riordan Shezmu Eaten Gaaaahhhhh Carter Time

He is called the horse By Anna Sewell Horse Called