Quotes About Mythical

May the dragon you find be well fed.

I thought you were all-seeing." All-knowing, not all-seeing!" he snapped. "I'm a God, not Santa Claus!

He pointed to the bandage on his neck. "Elf bite." "Vampire elf?" Gabriel said. "There is no such thing as vampires." I turned to Ricky. "He keeps hoping for them, and he's always disappointed." "I am not—" Gabriel began. "Are too.

If you called the faery handbag by its right name, it would be something like 'orzipankianikcz,' which means the 'bag of skin where the world lives,' only Zofia never spelled that word the same way twice. She said you had to spell it a little differently each time. You never wanted to spell it exactly the right way, because that would be dangerous.

To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs ...

Some folks swear, though not at all, that, using chains, he sliced his head off--derby and all--and that the head sailed like a cannon ball through the air a quarter mile, bounced another quarter mile, and still had enough steam to cripple a horse some fellow was riding into New Marsails.

A sad tale's best for winter.I have one of sprites and goblins.

The demon woman is a mythological type, and appears either as the companion of the enemy, or as the seductress of the hero; she sleeps with him-or at least promises to-and kills him.

The great roe is a mythological beast with the head of a lion and the body of a lion, though not the same lion.

After following it for nearly two miles he came across two she-monsters drawing water from a well. How did he know that they were monsters? Each of them had on her head an extremely unfashionable hair-style held up by bamboo slivers that stood one foot two or three inches high.

Vampires must be the least narcissistic creatures. They can't see themselves in the mirror, and they can't take any selfies. Vampires don't belong to Selfie culture. Boo hoo.

Now, are you familiar with the Lord of the Rings?" Molech hesitated again, realizing he was playing someone else's game, but with no idea what else to do. He said, "Yeah, old horror movie about a ghost girl who crawls out of a television?" "No, this is the one with wizards and elves. Ends with the midgets fighting in a volcano? It

Shitload said, "His name is Korrok the Slavemaster from the eighth plane, also known in some realms as Baa'aaa'aaa'aab and in others as the Lord Zanthk All-Bzzki'l Shadd'uuul'l L'luuu'ddahs L'ikzzb-lla Khtnaz.

His name is Korrok the Slavemaster from the eighth plane, also known in some realms as Baa'aaa'aaa'aab and in others as the Lord Zanthk All-Bzzki'l Shadd'uuul'l L'luuu'ddahs L'ikzzb-lla Khtnaz

HYDRA, n. A kind of animal that the ancients catalogued under many heads.

America is the original version of modernity. We are the dubbed or subtitled version. America ducks the question of origins; it cultivates no origin or mythical authenticity; it has no past and no founding truth. Having known no primitive accumulation of time, it lives in a perpetual present.

Trolls have to speand at least one hundred years of hteir lives in a cave; did you know that? It's a tradition. I've been here, oh, must be one undred and seventeen years now.

Except, later, I understood Ned better—after he was gone. It wasn't just escape, all those mysterious details, that amazing mythical salamander. By telling me the giant salamander could be near where we lived, he was changing the landscape around me. He was changing what we dreaded, what stifled him, into something exciting and positive and new.

I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus... A a-stinct winocowus.

The waves thus produced have become legendary among seafaring men. They are called Cape Horn Rollers

Many-tower'd Camelot.

Es imposible que tales potencias o seres hayan sobrevivido... hayan sobrevivido a una época infinitamente remota donde... la conciencia se manifestaba, quizá, bajo cuerpos y formas que ya hace tiempo se retiraron ante la marea de la ascendiente humanidad... formas de las que sólo la poesía y la leyenda han conservado un fugaz recuerdo con el nombre de dioses, monstruos, seres míticos de toda clase y especie...

Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes in forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds...

By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus Red-hot from Promethean agonies, And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows, On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove-- I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself Die in a red parabola of Fate! --Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy