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I am Heathcliff!
No Fletcher. Wake up, boy. Those are the flames of Hell. Dermont dropped out of school, so that's where he's headed. See the little horns? -Ms. Quinn
Can you take him, Gurney?" "M'Lord jests!
Julian was a part of that, the beginning of battle and the cold of the middle of it and the fierceness of the fighting. There was nothing she wanted to look at more in the moments before a battle than his face. Nothing that made her feel more fully at home in herself, more like a Shadowhunter.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
We must be quite the sight. Raffe in his red mask with his demon wings spread out in all their scythe-edged glory. A scrawny teenage Daughter of Man brandishing an archangel sword. And a little girl stitched-up to look and behave like a nightmare who is clutching a pair of angel wings.
Magnus Bane. The Ultimate Traitor.
Not my favorite nickname. I prefer, "Our Lord and Master" or maybe "Unambiguously the Hottest.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Jericho."
"Mac."
"Thank you for saving my life. Again.
Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn?
Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.
Then there was Micah Jenkins, the Captain of Troop K, a gentle and courteous South Carolinian, on whom danger acted like wine. In action he was a perfect gamecock.
Liz Gorman, a fiery redhead, had been one of the founding members of the Raven Brigade.
He reminds me of a completely different version of Robbie Earle.
I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.
hospital johnny.
Who the shit is Otis?
Titus Bramble: The only explanation for his existence in the Premiership is that he is already here.
Gabriel.
This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.
Jonathon Matthew Pulmer you are not the boss of me. Now go prance your butt into your car and stop acting like King Henry VIII. The world does not revolve around you." -Kylie
In Memoriam, Louis Anglesey, Earl of Upnor, finest swordsman in England, beaten to death with a stick by an Irishman.
So, what can I bring you back from Autumn's?" "Declan.
Ryder Delaney was the one imperfection in my life.He was the bad boy,black sheep,the one your mother always warned you about.He had
only one hard-and-fast rule-Don't Fall In Love
I want - I know I shouldn't stay, but I can't - I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose any of you. I don't want to be Nathaniel anymore. I want to be Neil for as long as I can." "Good," Wymack said. "I'd have a hell of a time fitting 'Wesninski' on a jersey." Browning
The beautiful, affectionate man from earlier had vanished. This Zack I could imagine on the battlefield.
Jayne, do NOT wiz on the werewolves.
He's going to try to take Megan! I shouted, fury filling me and spilling out in the form of the manifestation. I raced down the hill toward the crossroad, the pack of snarling, jingling, horned hell poodles streaming behind me.
Dane and his hell-poodles
Shane - who knows about Shane? Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.
Doctor Simons? This is Thomson... No, without a 'P', as in Venezuela...
Dylan: Who's Jett?
Morgan: Senior, drummer from Stealth Shrine, sometimes they have lunch time concerts.
Dylan: You mean Gary? When did he start going by Jett?
Alaia: Idk but who wants to be a kick-ass rocker drummer named Gary? Jett suits him better anyway. Much hotter.
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
Steve Beaton - The adonis of darts, what poise, what elegance - a true roman gladiator with plenty of hair wax.
I took my time and observed Ryder Kingscott - the legend, the most envied, desired, talked about, etc., guy in school - mutating before my eyes into Ryder Kingscott, the ... possible stalker?
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
Warner was supposed to be dead. Warner was supposed to be dead because I was supposed to have shot him but no one supposed I'd need to know how to fire a gun so now I suppose he's come to find me.
He's come to fight.
For me.
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
Ninja Assasins Incorporated, Dan Cahill speaking. Who would you like offed today?
Lord Salisbury and myself have brought you back peace
but a peace I hope with honour.
I like the new scar Captain.
Scout Finch, juvenile desperado, hellraiser extraordinary.
I think Hellblazer is quite unique. In a comic world dominated by American characters (nothing wrong with that per se) Constantine was unashamedly British. A certain kind of miserablist British
One mistake I will never regret for the rest of my life, it is Ashton Henley.
Brooke?"
I puff out a sigh. "For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven't you put me into your contacts yet?"
"Yeah ... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I'd assigned that title to you.
Tara: So what does "Captain Britain's agent" actually do?
Wisdom: Between you and me, Tara, it's work, work, work. I'm in charge of Brian's hair.
My brother Hayden's friendship with James Webber
would be the catalyst for a fateful and accidental
meeting between me and the future Soham killer Ian
Huntley.
If anyone loved danger, Jev Brennan did.
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
I'm coming back for you, Camryn Blue Gardner, so you'd better be waiting for me, or I'll just have to come find you and remind you why you fell crazy in love with me.
Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.
Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change.
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
Oh, go to hell, Gabriel! What are you going to do, flap you wrings around and throw your halon at me?
As soon as Will disappeared around the corner, Mirren stood up. Stealth was not the way of the gallowglass, and tonight, he was gallowglass and slayer, both.
Bayly, to say that he died down in the Guadaloupes ... of
Oliver ... well. Who knew if Oliver's problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?
I want to put a bullet through Adam Kent's spine.
Fuck off and die, you putrid bastard. (Jericho)
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
The man wannabe actually ... a wannabe. David Haye's a wannabe.
Matt is a tortured soul,' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-'
'Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.
I've been a fan of 'The Defenders' since childhood, and Devil Slayer was always one of my favorite members of the team - especially during J.M. DeMatteis' wonderful run on the series.
Percy, who was looking immensely
Tell me of your Willoughbys, Heathcliffs and Wickhams in literature and I will tell you I met them all.
My friends call me Wrath," says Raffe. "My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What's your name, soldier boy?
Surprise!-FitzChivalry
I see the reports of Anson Hunter's death have been greatly exaggerated ... and I trust so are his war stories.
Glenn ... I wasn't expecting this. He's not after my blood, and we like the same stuff."
From the rearview mirror, Jenks snickered. "Guns, violence, crime scene photos, leather, sex, and women. Yeah, I can see that."
(Ivy and Jenks)
Dalton Fury is my subject's pen name;
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael.
Riley Blackthorne - kicking hell's ass one demon at a time.
Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.
sings in the background like a big bale of black coming towards me through moorland mist.
My fans would love to see Brian Fellow come back. I love my fans. And they like my edge.
Scar. I still don't know his real name. The man's like Beetlejuice... or hell, maybe he's Voldemort. He's fucking Bloody Mary. Don't dare say his name or he might show up.
James and I happened onto the scene and foiled the robber's plans. We're good at that-foiling plans,I mean. Don't you agree,Miss Ashton?"
"There seems to be very little on which we agree, Mr. Langley.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
Don't you see, Owen?"
"See what?"
"The day's over.
Let me guess
Nathan," he said with a bitter laugh. "It has to be Nathan. Christ, he told me day one that he liked you. But don't forget our history, Leigh. We were great together.
Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies!
Ric Flair, the Slim Whitman of Pro-Wrestling.
At the other end of the spectrum, George Gideon Oliver King Rameses Osborne, the fourteen-year-old novelty Chancellor and future baronet of Ballentaylor and Ballylemon - a man so posh he probably weeps champagne.
You think Warner is sexy?"
...
"I do like his face.
Gwen, baby, clue in. I was makin' you mine.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
pavement artist - you
Precisely who are you,Captain Sharpe?"
He looked into that beautiful, treacherous face and a sweep of lust rushed through him. "You want to know who I am? Well, I am the devil incarnate and you,my sweet, are about to pay the devil's due.
What misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it? I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might know that I was the cause. Oh, I owe him so much.
Don't you ever get a headache, with that halo hanging around your ears all the time
A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
The dead praetor raised his sword. 'Our desires reveal us. They show us for who we really are. Someone has come come for you, Jason Grace.
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.
O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
hydra of revolution,
If you hurt Muse, I will hunt you down, use every rusted weapon I own, cut off your precious parts and feed them to the hellhounds. Ryder
I don't care who he is. He needs to disappear." Ransom turned and called out the window. "For the love of G-d man. I have England's sweetheart bent over the desk and panting for me. Go away and come back tomorrow.
He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the shaggy brow. Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
what would you call this haircut?"
arthur.
Oh, alright. You're no fun," he sighed. "My name is Razor." br>"What kind of a name is that?" br>"It's a nickname." br>"What kind of a nickname is that?" br>"Spike, Blade, Fang - all the good, deadly objects were already taken. It was the best I could do.