Hunted

Silly dark elves. Earth is for Druids.

Granuaile shook her head. "No, it's gross. You are such a guy sometimes." Isn't he a guy all the time? (Oberon) She's not saying I'm occasionally female. She's implying that I'm shallow. Oh, I know. So why did she say only sometimes? (Oberon)

The royal hound's belly demands rubbing. Step lively, humans, neglect me not." ~Oberon

Hey Atticus, do me a quick favour before we go? its easy. Sure. What is it? Hold Granuailes staff for just a minute. You know, rest it on the ground so that its like a walking stick or something and the top of it is near your right cheek. Granuaile and I traded weapons to humor him and I stood as instructed. Thats perfect! Now say this like Sir Ian McKellen I am Atticus the White, and I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.

Depression is a prison to which you have the key except you never think to look for it.

Missing people in our lives are like wounds we reopen with thoughts.

That is a noble idea, though I think it far to generous," Jupiter said. "Once a decade should be sufficient." "I would rather be too generous than not in such cases." "As you wish." [One day, Atticus was amazed to discover that when Jupiter said, "As you wish," what he really meant was "I love you."]

And there were carved hearts in the trunks of trees with the initials of couples who felt there was no more romantic thing they could do to celebrate their love than scar the local plant life

but greatness is in the act of creation and not necessarily in the finished product. Creating is the yin to the yang of our consumption and the doorway to beauty that we all want to walk through. Creating is how I tell the world I love it.” I

Perhaps he'd been using Just for Gods hair cream.

Side effects from doggie joy may include face lube and leg-humping" ~ Oberon

Pardon me, is this some kind of social experiment? You want me to get a hundred and forty-four Samoans and cram them into your cabin with a case of whiskey?

You ever notice the rampant child neglect going on in faery tales" ~ Oberon

The mad fucker just laughed that insane laugh and pulled his sword out of his ass. Zeus, now afflicted with acute pietism, gasped and asked him to do that again. Jupiter slapped him to to the ground, and yelled for him to get his priorities in order.

Aside from cutting off her head, though, I didn't really mean to kill her." Granuaile laughed. "You know I'm on your side, but to an objective listener, that sounds like a less than convincing argument.

No one takes you seriously when you're naked.

Gaia has left us wonder wherever we go, if we only open our eyes to it." ~ Atticus

The sun cannot shine as bright without a proper darkness to counter it. The world had gone a bit gray.

Cry hamhock and let slip the hogs of war!" - Oberon

The mixed woods of Germany were the sort that deserved a good savoring—no, a savouring, with a British u in there for the sake of decadence, as colours are somehow more vibrant to me than mere colors.

Our minds are all that defend us from the horror of the void. The majority of the time we simply think about something-anything-else, and that itself is an act of defiance against the vast nothing of the universe.

The Álfar took out thirty dark elves? Oh. Well, they’re very welcome. I’ll send them some fine Irish whiskey as soon as possible, if you’ll be so kind as to deliver it to them. Because if someone saves you from a potentially life-threatening fight, you owe them booze. It’s a rule that transcends time and cultures.

Now, I know I am not a craftsmen... but greatness is in the act of creation and not necessarily in the finished product. Creating is the yin to the yang of our consumption and the doorway to beauty that we all want to walk through. Creating is how I tell the world I love it." ~ Atticus

Oberon perked up, "Awesome! I've never seen a base model elf before! But they come with bonus dudes?

An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre?" Herne "whether in bedde or in feeld do ye meet, Flidais awaiteth your limbes to greet." Atticus

if someone saves you from a potentially life-threatening fight, you owe them booze. It’s a rule that transcends time and cultures.

not complaining. I’m lobbying. It’s this whole other word.>

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, / And if ever there was it led forward life … / All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, / And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Our minds are all that defend us from the horror of the void. The majority of the time we simply think about something—anything—else, and that itself is an act of defiance against the vast nothing of the universe. But minds break down and stop thinking sometimes. They feel instead: A looping, gnawing monster eats away confidence and goals and even a sense of duty until we are in a dry bleak place of ennui, unable to focus on the minutiae that used to keep us moving. Tongues taste chalk and ashes, and eyes see only gray washes occasionally penetrated by bright stabs of panic. Depression is a prison to which you have the key except you never think to look for it.