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True Dragons are among the Universe's most perfect beings. This is a useful bit of information. Squirrel it away like a nugget of Fafnir's gold; take it out and burnish it now and then as we proceed.

Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking desire.

Vampires were myths, childhood stories– as were werewolves, mermaids and dragons. I believed none of it.

Vampires aren’t noble?” “No. We serve or we prey.” “Like monks?” He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. “Prey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.

Victory was close. Just one final push. "Send in the rest," I ordered. "All wings attack. Take that base down now.

Vet du inte hur många jag har dräpt under min livstid?” ”Två?” Jag flinar mot sänggaveln.

Wait," she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together." "What's wrong with you comin' twice, luv?

V slowly pulled her toward him. “You’re beautiful in the moonlight.

Wake up, sleeping beauty," he whispered in her ear. "The sun is just about to crest the mountains." "Tell it to wait," she mumbled.

Want to grab a beer at Howler's?" Drake blinked, unsure he'd heard him right. After just battering each other to a pulp, Gabriel wanted to geta drink with him?... "Why are you asking me?" Gabriel shrugged, then winced. "Because that's what males do. We beat the shit out of each other, then go have a beer afterward.

Want to go for a swim?” His question startled her. Claire blinked up at him. “Are you serious?” “Aye.” “But… I don’t have a swimsuit.” His grin was slow curving his lips. “Neither do I.

Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you." Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder.

Want to feel you come around my cock,” he whispered darkly. “Want to hear you say you’re mine.” There was that bite of darkness to his words again. “I’m yours.” She could never be anyone else’s. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. “Say it again.” He thrust harder. “I’m yours, Ian.” He growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself…

We are like the whales that live in the sea, he said, civilizations without artifacts, living between stone and sky in our islands in the northern oceans.

We are ignorant of the meaning of the dragon in the same way that we are ignorant of the meaning of the universe; but there is something in the dragon’s image that fits man’s imagination, and this accounts for the dragon’s appearance in different places and periods.

We are our own terra incognita, the country on maps where dragons lurk.

We can face any dragons, because we know Your plans for us. They’re good plans. Better than our own.

Well, it doesn't sound particularly noble and knightly to say you've rescued the Chief Cook and Librarian, does it? And it has cut down on the number of interruptions. I used to get two or three knights a day, and now there's only about one a week. And the ones who do come are at least smart enough to figure out that I'm still a princess even if the dragons call me Chief Cook

We have to get you a haircut sometime today. You're starting to look like a sulky rock star." "Well, I am a rock star," he said, deadpan

Well, than that solves it. I'm not a faery, so I'll just go back to sleep, and you won't come to see me anymore." It nearly killed her to say it even in a dream. "I can't let you go," Micala said, shaking his head. "I can't. And I won't." That's what she wanted to hear.

...we lay there in the dark for a split second before the beast galumphed toward us. Meabh, always quick with a sword, sprang to her feet and charged the dragon head-on while I mostly just wondered who or what I'd offended in a past life that this one was peopled by dragons. Except I didn't have any past lives, so apparently I'd offended somebody in this life and was facing instant karma. That didn't really improve anything, in my ever so humble opinion.

Well, looks like you got your wish, Firebrand," I whispered, feeling the heat in my veins rise up, growing hotter by the second. "Screw this waiting around. If we survive this, I swear you will have my full attention from now on." Her eyes flashed, and I released the hold on my true self, letting Cobalt surge to the surface. My wings unfurled, brushing the countertop, and my talons clicked on the tile floor as I sank down and made myself small, folding my wings tight to my body

Well, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but... Ancaladar ate the horse.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.

What do you want?" "You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.

We need to pull over now," she screeched as she gagged. "Paper is not supposed to be made out of poop.” "Did it taste like poop?" Hank inquired as he quickly pulled into a rest stop filled with church buses. "Since I don't eat poop," Dima snapped, "I wouldn't know." "But you do eat people?" "I do not eat people," she yelled. "But your people eat people?" I prodded nicely. "Occasionally," she hissed. "And your people sniff each other's asses when in animal form..." She had a point - and a foul one at that.

We talked about a lot of things yesterday…” She nodded, frowning. “Yep. Like the fact that you haven’t watched Guardians of the Galaxy. We need to remedy that. Actually, I need to baptize you in the entire Marvel Universe.” “As you wish…

What do you want for her?" "Dragon bones." The leader's eyes narrowed even as his pupils turned to vertical slits. The contrasting actions was jarring to see. "That's impossible." Rory lifted a shoulder, casual indifference. "Nothing's impossible. I want them, you want this female. Find me dragon bones, you get her.

What happened out there?” “I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.” “A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?

We took the path that led others nowhere and only we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. They warned us about the monsters we would encounter, the odds that we would meet. And they laughed when we got the scars while fighting the dragons on our way. When we came back out of the tunnel, holding the sword that they always craved for tightly in our hand. Bleeding and the sun shining on our face. We became the tales they wanted to be. We became the reflections of what they always wanted to see themselves through. We became the warriors they had always imagined of.

We will carry your message. May your swords stay sharp," said Brom. "And yours.

We were the Colors of our dragons whether we lived or died. There were no other choices for us.

What do you envy?" Liam gestured around the Airstream. "All this. You travel around the country , no roots, no ties, having all sorts of adventures and meeting new people. It must be nice not to constantly have folks tugging at you, expecting you to solve all their problems for them, knowing everything about you down to whether you wear boxers or briefs." Baba raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little. "Briefs. But that's not my point.

What do you have in mind? It was too dark for her to see his smile, but she could hear it in his voice. Probably too many things for the amount of time that we've got, but you never know. I'm an ambitious man.

What goes up must come down, unless a dragon eats it.

What I love about the Bible is that the story isn't over. There are still prophets in our midst. There are still dragons and beasts. It might not look like it, but the Resistance is winning. The light is breaking through. So listen to the weirdos. Listen to the voices crying from the wilderness. They are pointing us to a new King and a better kingdom.

What pleasure is there in life without beauty?" Dulcie slid a silken blue fold down so her right hip bone showed, and nodded with approval. "Beauty won't fill your belly or keep you warm." Dulcie chuckled. "You might be surprised.

What? No unicorns? Maybe a leprechaun or two?” You have to catch one first,” Brand deadpanned.

What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than a sheep to the slaughter.

What's the problem?" "You. All shirtless and stuff. My dragon won't let me fight you." Oh, God. It was so embarrassing even admitting it.

When Morrigan and Brighid created Aerric, he had no need for emotions, he only needed to be a great warrior, and for thousands of years he was just that… the perfect killing machine.

When he lifted a hand toward my face, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, wanting his touch in that moment more than I’d wanted anything.

What would you say, Jane, if I told you the Dragon Kings had the ability to rule the world?" "I don't know." "What if I told you they once ruled the world? What would you say then?" She shrugged... "I'd say you're a half bubble off plumb.

When I look at my bookcase and see one book after the other lined up upon its shelves I think to myself, There is a God.

When I look at my bookcase and see the books upon the shelves, I think to myself, There is a God.

Where do you think they've gone?' he said. 'Where what?' said Lady Ramkin, temporarily halted. 'The dragons. You know. Errol and his wi - female.' 'Oh, somewhere isolated and rocky, I should imagine,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Favourite country for dragons.' 'But it - she's a magical animal,' said Vimes. 'What'll happen when the magic goes away?' Lady Ramkin gave him a shy smile. 'Most people seem to manage,' she said. She reached across the table and touched his hand.

When you hunt wisely, there is no need to run afterwards.

When your dream turns into a nightmare, rise to the challenge and slaughter the dragons

Who would have imagined a creature that has lived thousands of years would find itself short of time.