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Post by DanTheMan on Nov 11, 2005 18:25:54 GMT -5
Taking his place at the front of the church, James, splendid in his dress kilt - complete with a genuine badger-skin sporran, and his father's dagger tucked into the top of one tall sock for good luck - waited nervously through the organ prelude.
-- ( Avalon )
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Post by Tegid on Nov 11, 2005 21:49:01 GMT -5
"Greetings, Cynan Machae," I said. "May your spear fly as true as your word." Llew thrust out a hand to me. "This is Tegid Tathal, Pen-derwydd of Prydain," he explained to Cynan. "He allows me to travel in his company." "You serve a Chief Bard?" Cynan raised his scant red eyebrows. "You have risen in the world since I last saw you, Llyd." "Indeed," I answered, "though he will not say it himself. He is Llyd no longer. He is become Llew, and he is the king I serve." The amazement in Cynan's blue eyes was genuine, as was his pleasure. "Clanna na cu!" he hooted. "The stump of a spearhandler I remember was never yet a chieftain, much less a king." He pressed a finger to the hollow of Llew's throat. "Where is your golden torc, man?"
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Post by DanTheMan on Nov 12, 2005 16:19:20 GMT -5
"If the things we valule are not ephemeral - if we recognize that there are some eternal truths, some everlasting principles at work in our broken world then we must refuse to give in to the status quo, to surrender to the way of the world. My friends, we must refuse to allow our voices to be silenced when we stand up for goodness and righteousness. We must demand that godliness gets an equal share in the day-to-day commerce of our lives. We must refuse to cast aside the very principles which have become the foundational truths of our great nation, which so many of our best citizens have given their lives to defend."
-- ( Avalon )
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Post by Tegid on Nov 12, 2005 17:30:42 GMT -5
"King of the Mysteries, who wast and art, Before the elements, before the ages, King eternal, comely in aspect, who reigns for ever, grant me three things: Keenness to discern your will, Wisdom to understand it, Courage to follow where it leads."
-- ( Byzantium )
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Post by DanTheMan on Nov 14, 2005 12:39:26 GMT -5
"Hurry!" she screamed, floundering, falling, picking herself up and dashing on. James, the fiosachd tingling and squirming, followed, trying to discern the nature of the warning he was receiving. And then, as he drew near the car, he smelled it: gasoline.
-- ( Avalon )
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Post by Tegid on Nov 14, 2005 14:48:10 GMT -5
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the world I knew. One whole side of the interior wall of the cairn seemed to have collapsed; I could see through it to the hillside beyond. My first thought was to make a dash for it, before the metaphysical thugs caught up with me.
-- ( The Paradise War )
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Post by DanTheMan on Nov 14, 2005 21:13:45 GMT -5
"One bullet passed through his shoulder below the clavicle-muscle damage, but it missed the bone and major vessels-and the other one just grazed his hip. The struggle opened up his knife wound, though, and that's not so good." She turned to look at her husband, rubbing his hand. "All in all, he's very lucky."
-- ( Avalon ) [surpise, surprise]
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Post by Tegid on Nov 15, 2005 9:52:42 GMT -5
"Stretch out his sword arm," Meldron ordered, drawing his blade. The men holding Llew forced him up onto his knees. After a struggle, one raised Llew's right arm, and another took hold of his hand and together they stretched it between them. "No!" shouted Llew, struggling to pull his hand away.
-- ( The Silver Hand )
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Post by cree8ivone on Nov 21, 2005 15:02:41 GMT -5
Momentarily free, he turned and dived away from the helicopter, hit the rubber surface of the landing pad, rolled to his feet, staggered once, and fell backward with arms outstretched, his head bouncing off the pad on impact. Treet stared upward at the clear blue Texas sky as his eyesight dimmed and the leering faces above him diffused and disappeared.
-- ( The Search for Fierra )
Bonus lookup... See if you can find another reference to 'Texas' besides the one in the passage above.
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Post by Tegid on Nov 21, 2005 23:07:10 GMT -5
He is wrong, I thought. This is where we belong. "It is not hopeless;" I said, "impossible, perhaps, but not hopeless." "Bards," Llew grunted. "We cannot stay here, Tegid. There is nothing for us here. If we cannot get to Sci, let us travel south to the Galanae. It may be that Cynan's people will receive us." When I did not answer, he said, "Did you hear me?" I stooped to the rock at my feet -- I had felt the impact in the earth when he threw it. "I heard you," I told him. "You are right." -- ( The Silver Hand ) (Re: Bonus -- Another reference, but not in another book ) He was still taking physical inventory when he heard the sigh of a door opening automatically. "Up and at 'em, tiger," called a cheery female voice. "They're waiting for you upstairs." She gave the word upstairs a subtle rising inflection -- as if Upstairs was the name of a foreign territory not altogether friendly to the interests of the sovereign state of Texas. -- ( The Search for Fierra )
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Post by DanTheMan on Nov 22, 2005 12:56:26 GMT -5
"Do you belong to a sect?" "I am of the Célé Dé. The words mean Servants of God," I told him, and explained that ours was a small community of monks who lived simply, prayed continually, worked to support ourselves and maintain the abbey, and served the people of the region in various ways."
-- ( Byzantium )
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Post by Tegid on Nov 22, 2005 14:39:51 GMT -5
"With a fortress in the north," Llew proceeded, "the south would be more secure. We would be like two swordbrothers fighting back to back, each covering the other's weakness, each protecting the other, shield to shoulder, shoulder to shield." The warriors saw the wisdom of this. Llew had made it live for them in his simple image, and they voiced their approval of the plan. "Meldron will look to attack where we are weakest," Cynan conceded. "I am a wonderful fighter, truly -- but even I cannot defend two places at once." "We will defend the north," offered Llew. "What say you, brother?" "Well," allowed Cynan, "it is a worthy plan." "Support me in this, Cynan," Llew said with quiet fervor; there was no pleading in his voice. "Together we can make this vision live." Cynan was silent for a moment.
-- ( The Silver Hand )
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 20, 2005 23:55:37 GMT -5
There were perhaps only a dozen servants in all, but it was my mother's entire occupation to protect them from the sin of idleness. In this she excelled. Lavinia had all the natural gifts of a military commander, save gender alone. Had she been born a man, she might have conquered Africa.
PS -- I do not know why but I can not seem to underline the word I picked so I have to resort to telling yall it is sin -- Patrick
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Post by Tegid on Dec 26, 2005 6:31:11 GMT -5
"O, Heart of my heart, your people seized you; they bound you; they struck you: green reed on firm flesh, hateful fist on ruddy cheek! Wicked thorns became a crown for the sacred head; a borrowed robe mocked the shoulders of him who bore the grievous stain of mankind's sin."
-- ( Abbot Fraoch in Byzantium )
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 26, 2005 18:13:27 GMT -5
"No doubt you hoped to make a better match for your son." In two steps, Niamh was beside Ragna, gathering the young woman to her breast. "Never say it," she soothed."Ah, Ragna...Ragna. I chose you for him the first day ever I saw you. I have made the match a thousand times in my heart. -- The Iron Lance
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