Explore a collection of the most beloved and motivational quotes and sayings about Trary. Share these powerful messages with your loved ones on social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, or on your personal blog, and inspire the world with their wisdom. We've compiled the Top 100 Trary Quotes and Sayings from 88 influential authors, including Trevanian,J.k. Rowling,Gregory Maguire,Henry Bromell,Geoffrey Chaucer, for you to enjoy and share.

The Trevanian Buff is a strange and wonderful creature: an outsider, a natural elitist, not so much a cynic as an idealist mugged by reality, not just one of those who march to a different drummer, but the solo drummer in a parade of one. By Trevanian Drummer Trevanian Buff Creature Outsider

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus[never tickle a sleeping dragon] By J.k. Rowling Titillandus Dormiens Nunquam Draco Dragon

In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for military information that might come in handy to the resistance, and in so doing she'd come across a rum variety of human types. By Gregory Maguire Tigelaar Profiteers Time Faced Insurrectionists

I went to school with a guy named Truxton. He and I played football together, and he knocked me out once because he's bigger and strong than I am. By Henry Bromell Truxton School Guy Named Played

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. By Geoffrey Chaucer Slepe Wake Rome Ryde Tyme

Tru only matched his grin and walked on. Pen caught up with him, tugging on his arm. "What is it?" "I took a walk yesterday when you were working." "A walk." "Yup." "Had you shifted?" "Yes, I had." Pen caught his humor, although she couldn't understand its origins. "And?" "I may have used their freshwater reserves as a latrine. And then encouraged the other skinwalkers to do the same." She giggled like a little girl being told a dirty joke. "That's remarkably crude." "I like to think of it as clever and resourceful." "That, too. By Ellen Connor Tru Matched Grin Walked Pen

I am known by many names, but you may call me...Tim. By Graham Chapman Tim Call

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

rabid tush patrol By Kevin Barry Rabid Patrol Tush

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? By William Blake Tyger Burning Night Symmetry Bright

Ty got the feeling, from cues in the Teklan's physique and general style of movement, that he was some manner of Snake Eater. By Neal Stephenson Eater Teklan Snake Feeling Movement

Here lies awretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:Seek not my name: a plague consume you wickedcaitiffs left!Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and staynot here thy gait. By William Shakespeare Timon Seek Alive Pass Thy

Wait, you already know where you are?" Puck demanded as we edged toward the mouth of the alley, stepping over trash and piles of debris. "How does that work, cat?" "Most cities are very much the same, Goodfellow." Grimalkin reached the edge of the sidewalk and peered back, waving his tail. "Trods are everywhere, if you know where to look. Also, I am a cat." And he trotted off down the street. By Julie Kagawa Wait Cat Goodfellow Trods Puck

About Nick:Trudy thanked him, he gave a shy duck of his head and almost ran out of the room.Trudy smiled after him, liking his blue-green eyes, the brown hair that waved to his shoulders and the slightly crooked, lightly freckled nose. In a few years with more confidence on him, that young man is going to be a lady killer. By Debra Holland Nick Trudy Liking Eyes Crooked

Who's Mr Terreur ?" she wondered."He must be the owner of that steel company. He's really rich - I heard he's got a bunch of vacation homes in Raputoa.""Oh, that evil greedy rich guy. He really made a killing thanks to the war, right ?""Allison. Do you ever not call a rich person evil and greedy ?""What, am I wrong ?"" ... Anyway, what should we do ? By Keiichi Sigsawa Terreur Wondered Company Rich Raputoa

Titter," Radcliffe muttered as he pushed the window open on the first empty room he found on the main floor. "What the devil is a titter? And how the hell am I supposed to try not to look so large?" Shaking his head with disgust, he held the window open with one hand as he sat on the ledge, then swung one leg after the other over the sill and into the room. Standing, he let the window slide closed, then took a moment to brush the wrinkles out of his skirt and yank at the bottom of his bodice to straighten it before hurrying across the room.Pausing at the door, he pressed an ear to it to listen briefly, then eased it open and peered out. It was early afternoon and yet it seemed the women were all still abed. Slipping into the hallway, he pulled the door gently closed and hurried as quickly as a man could in a dress that kept catching at his boot spurs, toward the stairs. By Lynsay Sands Radcliffe Titter Window Open Floor

I am Nom-O-Tron,' said the machine, in a big, boomy voice, so loud that Astra was afraid her mum and dad or some other grown-ups would hear and come to see who was sneaking a bedtime snack. 'Shhh!' she said. 'Have you got any biscuits? By Philip Reeve Astra Shhh Machine Big Boomy

Haste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves. By Thomas Chatterton Knightis Charitie Love Barons Thie

T.G.T.B.T: too good to be true. By Madonna True Good

Ty was a force to be reckoned with, though, fueled by betrayal and pain and righteous anger. Neither man could make any headway with him, and so Nick had remained upstairs, unconscious and handcuffed to the brand-new bed Ty had bought Zane as a wedding present. Ty By Abigail Roux Fueled Anger Force Reckoned Betrayal

I shall call him Tufty. By Steven Erikson Tufty Call

Poor Traddles, who had passed the stage of lying with his head upon the desk, and was relieving himself as usual with a burst of skeletons, said he didn't care. Mr. Mell was ill-used. 'Who has ill-used him, you girl?' said Steerforth. 'Why, you have,' returned Traddles. 'What have I done?' said Steerforth. 'What have you done?' retorted Traddles. 'Hurt his feelings, and lost him his situation. By Charles Dickens Traddles Steerforth Poor Desk Skeletons

Clay, if anyone followed anyone, it was me tagging along after you. I didn't dare order you around.""Load of shit," he muttered, but she thought she heard a softening in his tone. "You fucking made me attend tea parties."She remembered his threat before the first one: "Tell anyone and I'll eat you and use your bones as toothpicks."~ Talin and Clay dialogue By Nalini Singh Clay Tagging Load Talin Around

ALREADY KNOW the camp on the moors. It was here that Himmelstoss gave Tjaden his education. But now I know hardly anyone here; as ever, all is altered. There are only a few people that I have occasionally met before. I go through the routine mechanically. In the evenings I generally By Erich Maria Remarque Moors Camp Himmelstoss Tjaden Education

Big Reg was twice divorced, separated from his third wife, and had two other women with him today. Both women wore navel-revealing tube tops, and neither had the figure for it. The tube tops appeared so tight they squeezed all flesh south, giving both women a gourdlike shape. "You." Hester pointed at the tube top on the right. "Me?" Somehow, despite the word being one syllable, she had managed to crack gum mid-word. "Yes. By Harlan Coben Reg Tube Women Big Divorced

He had no doubt that he knew who Ty was now, inside and out. He knew every one of Ty's quirks and weak spots and favorite things. He knew what Ty found funny and what annoyed him. He knew what would break his heart. He knew how to touch him to drive him wild, and when to back off when Ty was having a bad day. He knew that Ty was kind and loyal and funny, that he had a deep sense of honor and righteousness. He knew that Ty would die to save a stranger, and kill to save a friend. That was the type of man he was. By Abigail Roux Knew Inside Doubt Funny Save

O honorable strumpet By William Shakespeare Strumpet Honorable

Thiel, tall, troubled, bewildered By Kristin Cashore Thiel Tall Troubled Bewildered

Ty or Ra or Thect By Vernor Vinge Thect

tergiversation and By Charles Dickens Tergiversation

The preacher said, "She looks tar'd.' "Women's always tar'd,' said Tom. "That's just the way women is, 'cept at meetin' once an' again. By John Steinbeck Tar Tom Women Preacher Cept

Truth is tarter than taradiddles; and nothing is tarter, terser, than truth on the track of tired trash in a trance. By Frederick Rolfe Terser Tarter Taradiddles Trance Truth

The footsteps of Nature are to be trac'd, not only in her ordinary course, but when she seems to be put to her shifts, to make many doublings and turnings, and to use some kind of art in endeavouring to avoid our discovery. By Robert Hooke Nature Trac Shifts Turnings Discovery

I suppose I do not on the whole greatly admire the 'Tortoises' of this world. While one may appreciate their plodding steadiness and ability to survive, one suspects their lack of frankness, their capacity for treachery. And I suppose, in the end, one despises their unwillingness to take chances in the name of ambition or for the sake of a principle they claim to believe in. By Kazuo Ishiguro Tortoises World Suppose Greatly Admire

Why me, Trav?"I had a thing for you since the night of that first fight."What?" "It's true. You in that cardigan with blood all over you? You looked absolutely ridiculous,"Thanks.""It was when you looked up at me. That was the moment. You had this wide-eyeyed, innocent look ... no pretenses. You didn't look at me like I was Travis Maddox," "you looked at me like I was ... I don't know, a person I guess.""News flash, Trav. You are a person."No, before you came, Shepley was the only one that treated me like anyone else. You didn't get all awkward, or flirt, or run your fingers through your hair. You saw me.""I was a complete bitch to you, Travis."He kissed my neck. "That's what sealed the deal.""I hope this gets old soon. I don't see myself ever getting tired of you.""Promise?" he asked By Jamie Mcguire Trav Looked Fight Thing Night

I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond. By Tamora Pierce Alan Trebond Today Met Oddest

Trev"I heard you were going to go out with him and I burned with jealousy. No, burning isn't the right word. I was more like an inferno. So I followed you ... ""You're as pathetic as I am," I gasped out."Worse," he qualifies. "I'm a pathetic geek."I snuggle back in to him "Yeah, well so am I. By Cindy C. Bennett Trev Jealousy Heard Burned Pathetic

God bless me, the man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say? By Robert Louis Stevenson God Human Bless Man Troglodytic

I know everything about everything and before I dry off completely, which is something I truly hate, you better go outside, collect Trates, and have both your asses out of here or I'm going to lose what little patience I have. You will play by the rules I've set up for sanctuary, or I'll use your entrails for armbands. (Savitar) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Trates Completely Hate Collect Dry

Brb, ttyl ok? wow, i saved a 'ton' of time with those acronyms. By Stephen Colbert Brb Wow Ton Ttyl Acronyms

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine By Emmuska Orczy Sink Guillotine Madam Twood Taylors

His smile was slow to spread over his face. As it grew, something warm slid through her belly, warming her from the inside like a pumpkin spice latte on a cool fall night.Red alert. That's a ten-forty-two. Charming jock in progress, proceed with caution.He took her hand in his, shook it once, then let go. Very proper, very simple. And it would have stayed that way had she not looked him in the eye and seen it.Hunger, as clear as if he were a starving man looking at a T-bone.And that was the T-bone's cue to make for the hills. By Jeanette Murray Face Smile Slow Spread Grew

We met once when you were a boy, at Midculter.' He paused. 'You are not like your brother.''No,' Crawford said. He gave his hand another shake and then loosed it with apparent reluctance. 'Richard will never be whipped at a cart-arse for bawdry. I don't know whether you notice, but he wears nothing but mockado and fustian. The graveyard at Culter is full of pauperized mercers. By Dorothy Dunnett Midculter Boy Met Crawford Richard

This book is dedicated to the many readers in this and in other countries who write to me asking: 'What has happened to Tommy and Tuppence? What are they doing now?' My best wishes to you all, and I hope you will enjoy meeting Tommy and Tuppence again, years older, but with spirit unquenched! By Agatha Christie Tommy Tuppence Book Dedicated Readers

Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne. By Richard Taverner Thurst Thrust Crook Croche Agayne

This is some fellow,Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affectA saucy roughness and constrains the garbQuite from his nature: he can't flatter, he!An honest mind and plain,he must speak truth!And they will take it so; if not he's plain.These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainnessHarbor more craft, and far corrupter ends,Than twenty silly, ducking observants,That stretch their duty nicely. By William Shakespeare Bluntness Doth Nature Flatter Truth

Talc: You have been found guilty of misleading and perverting the young. I decree that you be hung by your underdeveloped testicles until dead. ZORRO By John Kennedy Toole Talc Young Zorro Found Guilty

Truax held up a business card. Randolph "The Hammer" Tinker Attorney at Law "I nail justice in the face. By Chris Genoa Truax Card Randolph Hammer Tinker

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

Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,Depart,be off,excede,evade,erump! By Oliver Wendell Holmes Wretched Effund Shades Hausts Lactiferous

One of the first things Denny had done as Kellan's agent was to have him join some social media sites. [ ... ] I agreed and wondered why we hadn't done it sooner. But the look of confusion, reluctance and irritation on Kellan's face had explained it all. 'You want me to whatbook? And Tweet? Like a bird? Are you serious?' he'd said to Denny in exasperation. By S.c. Stephens Kellan Sites Denny Things Agent

Sweet Pocket, you mustn't ask about my life before I came here. What I am now, I have always been, and everything I am is here with you." "Sweet Thalia," said I. "That is a fiery flagon of dragon toss. By Christopher Moore Pocket Sweet Life Thalia Toss

nunna daul Tsuny in the Cherokee language, By Mark Kurlansky Tsuny Cherokee Nunna Language Daul

Ty's knee occasionally brushed against his under the table as they ate, but the conversation died down as the food was passed around. It was an odd, remarkable feeling, to be eating breakfast with Ty and his family and feel not only welcome, but like he might belong there.Zane By Abigail Roux Ate Knee Occasionally Brushed Table

The person who goes to the Troma movie knows that he or she may love the Troma movie or, he or she may hate the Troma movie; but the movie goer knows that he or she will never forget the Troma movie. By Lloyd Kaufman Troma Movie Person Love Hate

Thomas Teal, a luminous translator of Jansson's twin talent for surface and depth, simplicity and reverberation in language, and someone who knows exactly how to convey her gift for sensing the meaning embedded in the most mundane act or turn of phrase. By Ali Smith Teal Jansson Thomas Depth Simplicity

This Boulatruelle was a man in bad odour with the people of the neighbourhood; he was too respectful, too humble, prompt to doff his cap to everybody; he always trembled and smiled in the presence of the gendarmes, was probably in secret connection with robber-bands, said the gossips, and suspected of lying in wait in the hedge corners at nightfall. He had nothing in his favour except that he was a drunkard. By Victor Hugo Boulatruelle Neighbourhood Respectful Humble Prompt

Tas pulled himself up over the porch railing with the skill of a burglar. The kender slipped over to the door and peered up and down the bridge-walk. Seeing no one on it, he motioned to the others. Then he studied the lock and smiled to himself in satisfaction. The kender slid something out of one of his pouches. Within seconds, the door of Tika's house swung open. "Come in," he said, playing host. By Margaret Weis Tas Burglar Pulled Porch Railing

I love you, Trace. I always have. Just remember that, okay? Hold on to it. No matter what I say or what I do ... and trust me, I'll do some terrible things. Just know. I love you. With every fiber of my being. By Rachel Van Dyken Trace Love Hold Remember Things

Miss La Trobe was pacing to and fro between the leaning birch trees. One hand was deep stuck in her jacket pocket; the other held a foolscap sheet. She was reading what was written there. She had the look of a commander pacing his deck. The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship's length. By Virginia Woolf Trobe Miss Fro Birch Leaning

A troubadour to a distant mistress. By Philippa Gregory Mistress Troubadour Distant

A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby. By C.j. Duggan Tess Toby

It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be to meet his jovial face again, to clasp his strong hand, and to hear his cheery laugh once more! He owes me 14 shillings, too. By Jerome K. Jerome Taboys Joseph Years Shillings Hand

Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at. By P.g. Wodehouse Tut Stand Biff Endure Tutted

Bad tactics, and whoever this Caladan Brood is, he's shown himself adept at making us pay for our mistakes." "Caladan Brood," Calot murmured. "I swear I've heard that name somewhere before. Odd that I've never given it much thought." Tattersail's eyes narrowed on Tayschrenn. Calot was right: the name of the man commanding the Tiste Andii alongside the Crimson Guard did sound familiar - but in an old way, echoing ancient legends, perhaps, or some epic poem. By Steven Erikson Caladan Brood Bad Tactics Mistakes

He put out a hand for Dave to shake. "You're the only new friend of Tom's I've met. And you're just what I expected.""Yup," Dave said. "I wear three-hundred-dollar suits and drive an eight-thousand-dollar car. Mr.Taylor-stop measuring people that way.""It's American," Taylor said defensively."And Nigerian. And Bolivian," Dave said. "It started in Sumer. By Joseph Hansen Dave Shake Put Hand Yup

Die in winter woods," roared Tarin, as if it were his mostfervent wish. He was losing it again. Since being caught, hehad seen a boy with no balls or toes, a finger had been in hisass twice, he'd been cooked, made to wear clothes, walked onwinter-lake stuff, wasted his gift, was going to have his toothpulled out and - scat - and he was being laughed at. By Syd Mcginley Tarin Die Woods Roared Winter

Tuon looked at him, squatting there by the map, moving his fingers over its surface, and suddenly she saw him in a new light. A buffoon? No. A lion stuffed into a horse-stall might look like a peculiar joke, but a lion on the high plains was something very different. Toy was loose on the high plains, now. She felt a chill. What sort of man had she entangled herself with? After all this time, she realized, she had hardly a clue. By Robert Jordan Tuon Squatting Map Moving Surface

I had just put my arms around him in a hug of gratitude when the door opened behind me without a knock. "Am I interrupting something?" a coolly pissed, accented voice asked. This time, my glance heavenward was in silent challenge. Is that how it is? Fine, then, bring it! Let's see what you've got! Timmie jumped like he'd been stabbed. "Ungh!" I didn't know what that meant, but the sight of him leaping away with a hand shielding his groin had me turning around in irritation. "Dammit, tell him you're not going to neuter him!" Bones folded his arms and regarded Timmie without pity. "Why?" I gave him an evil look. "Because if you don't, I'm going to get really, really celibate. By Jeaniene Frost Knock Put Hug Gratitude Door

This cackit place ... They poor darkies. A greeshie way to go." He clenched his fists. "I'm a snool, a glaikit sumph. Nocht but rain, howdumdied all day o'boot. I've lost my noddle. Camsteerie bloody country." He gave a harsh laugh. "No strunt. Any haughmagandie? Never. Dunged into the ground. ... I could greet I tell you" ... He could only understand one word in three, but this time he knew how the little man felt. By William Boyd Place Cackit Darkies Poor Fists

The southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home. By Harper Lee Town Scout Maycomb Southern Edge

Typhon was amazed at the lengths to which she would go in order to please him. "What do you want me to do with this girl?" he asked. "Drink her Nectar as you used to drink mine. It will make you young & strong & all the better when you couple with me!" And so the terrible Typhon willingly accepted his beloved's gift.[MMT] By Nicholas Chong Amazed Lengths Order Typhon Drink

Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loftA bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,A jest falls from the speechless caravan. By Hart Crane Scuttle Cell Momently Shrill Caravan

No one wants to hear you speak, Bradie Boy," Kitten said in that scratchy voice of hers."Like that's ever stopped me. I can't believe we've got a bird and a cat in the car." Bradley chuckled. "I guess that makes me animal control. Nice.""I'm a Teran," Kitten said tightly, "not a cat. And if I hear you call me a cat one more time, I'll scratch your eyes out. Understand?""Oh, I understand. I just don't think you'll like what I'm understanding, which is that you can't wait to get your hands on me. By Gena Showalter Bradie Boy Kitten Cat Speak

Ty laughed, a carefree, boyish sound, and glanced to his side, distracted by what he saw. "You moved the rug.""I kitty-cornered it.""Why would you do that?" Ty asked, aghast."To see you lose your shit when you got home." Zane leaned closer, grinning evilly. "There are other things out of order too. Books not alphabetized. Coffee mug handles facing different directions." He lowered his voice to a whisper as Ty's eyes widened in horror. "The closet isn't color coded.""You're just watching the world burn, huh?"Zane laughed."God I missed you." Ty said in a rush of breath. By Abigail Roux Laughed Carefree Boyish Sound Side

Tanner: My dear Tavy, your pious English habit of regarding the world as a moral gymnasium built expressly to strengthen your character in leads you to think about your own confounded principles when you should be thinking about other people's necessities. By George Bernard Shaw Tanner Tavy English Necessities Dear

The Lord of Rags and Tatters. By Megan Whalen Turner Tatters Lord Rags

Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish ifthey come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in thetones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Yourflattery makes me blush. By Tamora Pierce Lokeij Whistled Stop Aly Are

Truax had another marshmallow poised to go into his open mouth, but he froze after hearing Dale's outburst. "I don't think I like your attitude, Dale. Everyone is addicted to something. Drugs, power, sex. Might as well be to something wholesome, like these little sweet white puffs, made from 100% all natural unicorn poop." "That's not where marshmallows come from." Truax grabbed Dale by the shirt and pulled him against the cell bars. "Yes it is, damn you!" "Okay, okay! Marshmallows are unicorn poop! By Chris Genoa Dale Mouth Outburst Poop Truax

No one could claim that Preda Norlo Trumb was the most perceptive of individuals, and the half-dozen Letherii guards under his command, who stood in a twitching clump behind the Preda, were now faced with the very real possibility that Trumb's stupidity was going to cost them their lives. By Steven Erikson Preda Trumb Norlo Letherii Individuals

sighed. "Bring her around sometime." She padded lithely over to me and took my wrist and looked at my watch. Her breathing had slowed. Her leotard was sweat-dark and fitted her almost as closely as her healthy hide. She beamed down at me. "I knew you'd be nice about it, Trav. She'll be here in twenty minutes." I stared up at her. "You are a con artist, McCall. By John D. Macdonald Sighed Bring Trav Watch Slowed

The wren goes to't By Emily St. John Mandel Wren

For the remainder of the meal, Ruairi sat and listened while the woman laughed at Fagan's jesting, cast smiles at Fagan, and asked him questions about Ruairi's home. Clearly Ruairi couldn't answer, so his only option was to sit mute. Perhaps this wasn't one of his most brilliant ideas. Mistress Denny must think him daft. He took another drink from his tankard and tried to think of all the ways to kill the captain of his guard. Her gentle laugh tinkled through the air. Her nearness was overpowering, but it had been quite a long time since he had shared his bed with a woman. When visions suddenly appeared of the sultry temptress lying beneath him, a cynical inner voice cut through his thoughts. He hated when his cock ruled his mind. Ruari brought his tankard to his lips and took another big gulp, quickly realizing he needed something much stronger than what was in his cup. By Victoria Roberts Fagan Ruairi Meal Jesting Cast

Leslie Titmuss bothered me. His name, it made me want to sneeze. I also thought I recognized it. I typed it into my laptop, a procedure that had lately held far too much suspense for me. Among the top results the search returned was a page from GoodReads, a literary website. By Walter Kirn Titmuss Leslie Bothered Sneeze Made

It teekles nozzing like Jock Torrance would like to teekle you, madame. By Stephen King Madame Jock Torrance Nozzing Teekles

What is a turducken? An exclusive culinary creation available by special order from some little Cajun town down south. Entirely deboned, a turducken consists of a turkey, stuffed with duck, stuffed with a chicken, like an edible Russian nesting doll. Some were stuffed with alligator, crap, shrimp; my favorite was the traditional cornbread variety. By S.a. Bodeen Stuffed Turducken Cajun Russian South

The forest smelled fresh here and the ground was soft, carpeted by leaves and fallen pine needles. It was tranquil and enchanting in its way. Ursula was lovely; she just wasn't a naiad. Her hair was dark and sleek, and so long it fell below her waist, swaying this way and that as she walked. Her eyes were a piercing blue, always aware, and she had a keen eye for the smallest details. She may have been a merchant, but she'd also trained as an archer for the city militia, and she could easily spot movement at a distance. That was her intention now; it was just a different kind of movement. By Cailee Francis Soft Carpeted Needles Forest Smelled

Rat-a-tat-tat.""Quack." By Kate Angell Quack

From jygging vaines of riming mother wits,And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay,Weele leade you to the stately tent of War:Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine,Threatning the world with high astounding tearmsAnd scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.View but his picture in this tragicke glasse,And then applaud his fortunes if you please. By Christopher Marlowe War Scythian Jygging Vaines Riming

The Tragallion pack wasn't exactly welcoming them with open arms ... All in all they were an angry, weary-looking group. Jace tucked Miri a little closer in to his side. "Remind me to deck Ian next time I set eyes on him."She glanced up. "If you hold him, I'll do it for you. By Sarah Mccarty Tragallion Arms Pack Welcoming Open

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

Listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once," Ty muttered as they walked to their gate. "I don't talk when I fly. I sleep. And I don't listen when I eat, understand? I don't wanna be buddies. I don't wanna chat," he said with a sarcastic lilt to the word. "I don't wanna know about your childhood or how your momma whipped you with a rubber glove or how much therapy you had to go through 'cause you flunked out of preschool. I don't wanna hear about how you want to be Director someday or how many collars you got chasin' those Internet freaks or how proud you are of your bowel movements. I don't wanna go shopping at Barney's with you, and I'm not gonna help you pick out your ties to match your socks and, I swear to God, if you get me shot, I'll kill you. By Abigail Roux Wanna Gate Muttered Walked Listen

Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called. By L. H. Cosway Twitter Twatter Fudder Motherfucker Called

The months have been good to Tiberias Calore. A life of war suits him. He seems vibrant and alive, even after narrowly escaping death on the walls. By Victoria Aveyard Calore Tiberias Months Good Alive

To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt. By George Herbert Wrapt Fine Folkes Ill Finely

Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war? By Brian Jacques Rakkety Tam Braw Beatin Drums

The man's face, wrinkled, dark and apelike, looked up. 'He was a good pal, pore old b - ,' he said. 'You would not like, surely to goodness, to go to mess with your shoes all bloody.' 'If I had given him leave,' Tietjens said, 'he would not be dead now.' 'No, surely not,' One Seven Thomas answered. 'But it is all one. Evans of Castell Goch would surely to goodness have killed him.' 'So you knew, too, about his wife!' Tietjens said. 'We thocht it wass that,' One Seven Thomas answered, 'or you would have given him leave, cahptn. You are a good cahptn. By Ford Madox Ford Wrinkled Tietjens Thomas Face Dark

Fat and awkward and frightened he might be, but Samwell Tarly was no fool. One night he visited Jon in his cell. "I don't know what you did," he said, "but I know you did it." He looked away shyly. "I've never had a friend before." "We're not friends," Jon said. He put a hand on Sam's broad shoulder. "We're brothers. By George R R Martin Samwell Tarly Fat Fool Jon

Itinerant killers of basilisks; travelling slayers of dragons and vodniks! By Andrzej Sapkowski Itinerant Basilisks Travelling Vodniks Killers

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee, It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age, alias! that al wole envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith. Lat go, farewel! the devel go therwith! The flour is goon, ther is namoore to telle; The bren, as I best kan, now most I selle. By Geoffrey Chaucer Lord Crist Myn Herte Hath