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“Omnis vir lupus.”
― Golden Son
― Golden Son
“But in the kingdom of death, amidst ramparts of bodies and wind all of screams, there is a king, and his name is not Lune. It is Reaper.”
― Dark Age
― Dark Age
“Togg’s teats, Redmask, that’s a long speech coming from you.’
‘I hold words in contempt, Anaster Toc. What do you mean when you say “Togg’s teats”?’
‘Togg’s a god.’
‘Not a goddess?’
‘No.’
‘Then its teats are—’
‘Useless. Precisely.’
‘What of the others? “Hood’s Breath”?’
‘Hood is the Lord of Death.’
‘Thus . . . no breath.’
‘Correct.’
‘Beru’s mercy?’
‘She has no mercy.’
‘Mowri fend?’
‘The Lady of the Poor fends off nothing.”
― Reaper's Gale
‘I hold words in contempt, Anaster Toc. What do you mean when you say “Togg’s teats”?’
‘Togg’s a god.’
‘Not a goddess?’
‘No.’
‘Then its teats are—’
‘Useless. Precisely.’
‘What of the others? “Hood’s Breath”?’
‘Hood is the Lord of Death.’
‘Thus . . . no breath.’
‘Correct.’
‘Beru’s mercy?’
‘She has no mercy.’
‘Mowri fend?’
‘The Lady of the Poor fends off nothing.”
― Reaper's Gale
“Here, you carry these. I may need my hands free.
Why the hell are we taking ‘The Dream of the Red Chamber?’ Light reading, if we get stuck on the subway?
No, in case we get stopped by some of Qing Song’s minions who can’t read Chinese.
Oh. Right. Hey, that’s not a bad thought. Though if we’re going to be throwing them away anyhow, why not take ‘The Investiture of the Gods’...
Because I like ‘The Investiture of the Gods’ and I don’t like ‘The Dream of the Red Chamber’.”
― The Lost Plot
Why the hell are we taking ‘The Dream of the Red Chamber?’ Light reading, if we get stuck on the subway?
No, in case we get stopped by some of Qing Song’s minions who can’t read Chinese.
Oh. Right. Hey, that’s not a bad thought. Though if we’re going to be throwing them away anyhow, why not take ‘The Investiture of the Gods’...
Because I like ‘The Investiture of the Gods’ and I don’t like ‘The Dream of the Red Chamber’.”
― The Lost Plot
“I shall expect you and the Slytherins in the Great Hall in twenty minutes, also,” said Professor McGonagall. “If you wish to leave with your students, we shall not stop you. But if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill.”
“Minerva!” he said, aghast.
“The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties,” interrupted Professor McGonagall. “Go and wake your students, Horace.”
Harry did not stay to watch Slughorn splutter: He and Luna ran after Professor McGonagall, who had taken up a position in the middle of the corridor and raised her wand.
“Piertotum--oh, for heaven’s sake, Filch, not now--”
The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting, “Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!”
“They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot!” shouted McGonagall. “Now go and do something constructive! Find Peeves!”
“P-Peeves?” stammered Filch as though he had never heard the name before.
“Yes, Peeves, you fool, Peeves! Haven’t you been complaining about him for a quarter of a century? Go and fetch him, at once!”
Filch evidently thought Professor McGonagall had taken leave of her senses, but hobbled away, hunch-shouldered, muttering under his breath.
“And now--Piertotum Locomotor!” cried Professor McGonagall.
And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
“Hogwarts is threatened!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!”
― Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“Minerva!” he said, aghast.
“The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties,” interrupted Professor McGonagall. “Go and wake your students, Horace.”
Harry did not stay to watch Slughorn splutter: He and Luna ran after Professor McGonagall, who had taken up a position in the middle of the corridor and raised her wand.
“Piertotum--oh, for heaven’s sake, Filch, not now--”
The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting, “Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!”
“They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot!” shouted McGonagall. “Now go and do something constructive! Find Peeves!”
“P-Peeves?” stammered Filch as though he had never heard the name before.
“Yes, Peeves, you fool, Peeves! Haven’t you been complaining about him for a quarter of a century? Go and fetch him, at once!”
Filch evidently thought Professor McGonagall had taken leave of her senses, but hobbled away, hunch-shouldered, muttering under his breath.
“And now--Piertotum Locomotor!” cried Professor McGonagall.
And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
“Hogwarts is threatened!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!”
― Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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