Lord Haha Quotes

Nekhbet shrieked in alarm. I turned to see what was going on. Immediately, I wished I could burn my eyes out of my head. Liz made a gagging sound. "Lord, no! That's wrong!" "Agh!" Emma shouted, in perfect baboon-speak. "Make him stop!" Bes had indeed put on his ugly outfit.He climbed onto the roof of the limo and stood there, legs planted, arms akimbo, like Superman- except with only the underwear. For those faint of heart I wont go into detail, but Bes, all of a meter tall, was showing off his disgusting physique- his potbelly, hairy limbs, awful feet, gross flabby bits- and wearing only a blue Speedo. Imagine the worst looking person you've ever seen on a public beach- the person for whom swimwear should be illegal. Bes looked worse than that. I wasn't sure what to say except: "Put some clothes on!" Bes laughed= the sort of guffaw that says Ha-ha! I'm amazing! "Not until they leave," he said. "Or I'll be forced to scare them back to the Duat." "This is not your affair, dwarf god!" Nekhbet snarled, averting her eyes from his horribleness. "Go away!" "These children are under my protection," Bes insisted "I don't know you," I said. "I never met you before today." "Nonsense. You expressly asked for my protection." "I didn't ask for the Speedo Patrol!" Bes leaped off the limo and landed in front of my circle placing himself between Babi and me. The dwarf was even more horrible from behind. His back was so hairy it looked like a mink coat. And on the back of his Speedo was printed DWARF PRIDE.

Eurystheus snarled. “You deceitful hero! I’ll make your next task impossible!” “I thought the last four were impossible.” “This will be even more impossible! Near the city of Stymphalia is a lake overrun by a flock of demonic birds—” “If they’re called the Stymphalian birds—” “They are called the Stymphalian birds!” “I’m going to puke.” “You will not puke! You will rid the lake of every single bird. Ha-ha! Copreus, my herald…” The king’s herald scuttled over. “Yes, my lord?” “What do people say when they wish someone luck, but they mean it in a sarcastic way?” “Um, good luck with that?” “Yes! Good luck with that, Hercules! Ha-ha!

So that’s the secret,” the Beast Lord said. I froze with the spoon halfway to my mouth. That was it. He had figured out what I was and now he was playing with me. “You okay?” he asked. “Gone a bit pale there.” In a moment he would drop the charade and rip me to pieces. If I was lucky. “Secret to what?” “Secret to shutting you up,” he said. “I just have to beat you till you’re half-dead, then give you chicken soup and”—he raised his hands—“blessed silence.” I went back to the soup. Ha-ha. Very funny. “What did you think I meant?” “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “The ways of the Beast Lord are a mystery to a humble merc like me.” “You don’t do humble.

Well?” Amelia demanded, clearly unaware of the turn of his thoughts. Which was a good thing, as they likely would have sent her screaming from the room. “Have you discovered anything about my brother’s whereabouts?” “I have.” “And?” “Lord Ramsay visited earlier this evening, lost some money at the hazard table—” “Thank God he’s alive,” Amelia exclaimed. “—and apparently decided to console himself by visiting a nearby brothel.” “Brothel?” She shot Merripen an exasperated glance. “I swear it, Merripen, he’ll die at my hands tonight.” She looked back at Cam. “How much did he lose at the hazard table?” “Approximately five hundred pounds.” The pretty blue eyes widened in outrage. “He’ll die slowly at my hands. Which brothel?” “Bradshaw’s.” Amelia reached for her bonnet. “Come, Merripen. We’re going there to collect him.” Both Merripen and Cam replied at the same time. “No.” “I want to see for myself if he’s all right,” she said calmly. “I very much doubt he is.” She gave Merripen a frosty stare. “I’m not returning home without Leo.” Half amused, half alarmed by her force of will, Cam asked Merripen, “Am I dealing with stubbornness, idiocy, or some combination of the two?” Amelia replied before Merripen had the opportunity. “Stubbornness, on my part. The idiocy may be attributed entirely to my brother.” She settled the bonnet on her head and tied its ribbons beneath her chin.

Well, God be with you,’ she said as she finally left him. ’I’m sure He is,’ he replied. She gave a start. ’Are you certain of that?’ ’He has every reason to be. Obviously He’s Lord over all Creation, but it can’t be anything special to be god of animals and mountains. It’s really us human beings that make Him what He is. So why shouldn’t He be with us?’ Having delivered this impressive speech, Rolandsen looked rather pleased with himself. The curate’s wife would be puzzling over him as she walked home. Ha-ha, it was not so surprising that the little dome resting on his shoulders should have made such a great invention after all! But now the cognac had arrived.

Returning to the library, Marcus saw Lillian lying on her back on the carpeted floor. His first thought was that she must have drifted into oblivion, but as he approached, he saw that she was holding a long wooden cylinder in her free hand, and squinting through one end. “I found it,” she exclaimed in triumph. “The kaleidoscope. It’s verrrry interesting. But not quite what I ’spected.” Silently he reached out, plucked the instrument from her hand, and gave her the other end to look through. Lillian promptly gasped in amazement. “Oh, that’s lovely…How does it work?” “One end is fitted with strategically placed panels of silvered glass, and then…” His voice faded as she turned the thing toward him. “My lord,” she pronounced in solemn concern, viewing him through the cylinder, “you have three…hundred…eyes.” She dissolved into a fit of giggles that shook her until she dropped the kaleidoscope.

What the fuck was that about?” Vaughn said, standing over me. “I pissed him off.” Dark blue eyes flicking to the restroom, Vaughn reached back and scratched at his shoulder. “All I know is when Judd came back from Texas, he was all hollowed out. Like a ghost, I guess. This morning before his bitch fit, he looked alive again. Whatever you said or did, can’t be that big a deal compared to the shit mood he’s been in lately.” Glancing at the restroom, I wanted to go back to before I said the words. My honesty ruined our happy morning. “You can’t take it personally,” Vaughn added when I just stared at the restroom. “You know how moody Judd is. Always crying and bitching about something. A freaking drama queen.” Grinning, I looked up at him. “Thank you.” “Men like us aren’t used to pretty girls looking at them like you look at Judd. He’s not sure what to do with you and you’re just gonna have to be patient while he figures shit out.” “Okay,” I said, studied him. Whereas Judd hid a deep sorrow and iced heart behind his walls, I sensed Vaughn concealed a barely contained rage. He smiled easily enough, but it was a ruse. Just like Judd who acted like the world didn’t touch him, Vaughn faked his exterior to avoid showing anything to the world. “Why do they call you Outlaw?” I asked. Vaughn sighed. “Because it’s better than calling me dead man walking.” “I don’t understand.” “You don’t need to, darlin. The drama queen returns.” When Judd appeared next to me, his expression was unreadable while kissing me softly. When he pulled away, his gaze flickered to Vaughn. “Thanks.” “You are so premenstrual sometimes.” Grinning, Judd sat down across from me then glanced at Vaughn. “Fuck off.” Vaughn leaned his hip against the side of the booth and sized me up. “What is it about the Smith sisters that makes otherwise strong men lose their balls?” “I have no idea and I’m out of sisters, so I guess you’re out of luck.” “Thank the Lord too. I like my balls attached.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Tolbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Talbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.

Many years of my life i have suffered with shame, low self-esteem and insecurities. Because of my past, my background, my education, and especially because of the way i looked. It was so bad that I couldn't look people in their eyes and talk to them. I missed out on so many oppertunities, experiences and even on good friendships because i felt that I couldn't be myself around people. I feared what people would think or say about me to much. I was broken but as I looked around me I thought i was the only person. So I pretented to be ok. But when Jesus came into my heart and i started obeying his teachings, Something happened. He started to heal me from the inside out. Before, I was like a bird with a rope tide around its feet. Everytime i tried to be free and fly away the devil pulled me back to the ground. But now Jesus has set me free. He took that rope off my feet and put oil on my wounds to heal the pain. Now I am free to enjoy other people, To enjoy relationships and Even to laugh at myself now Haha. I enjoy being who God made me. So Whatever shame or insecurities you might feel even right now. Jesus understands it. Whatever it may be. If you would get down on your knees, reach out your hands and call on Jesus name wherever your at. Tell Jesus, "Lord I commit my Life to obey your teachings." And then do it. And watch and see what the Lord will do for you. He will turn your greatest struggle into a victory song.

The news that they were to have supper at the home of Lord and Lady Westcliff was received with a variety of reactions from the Hathaways. Poppy and Beatrix were pleased and excited, whereas Win, who was still trying to regain her strength after the journey to Hampshire, was merely resigned. Leo was looking forward to a lengthy repast accompanied by fine wine. Merripen, on the other hand, flatly refused to go. “You are part of the family,” Amelia told him, watching as he secured loose paneling boards in one of the common rooms. Merripen’s grip on a carpenter’s hammer was deft and sure as he expertly sank a handmade nail into the edge of a board. “No matter how you may try to deny all connection to the Hathaways—and one could hardly blame you for that—the fact is, you’re one of us and you should attend.” Merripen methodically pounded a few more nails into the wall. “My presence won’t be necessary.” “Well, of course it won’t be necessary. But you might enjoy yourself.” “No I wouldn’t,” he replied with grim certainty, and continued his hammering. “Why must you be so stubborn? If you’re afraid of being treated badly, you should recall that Lord Westcliff is already acting as host to a Roma, and he seems to have no prejudice—” “I don’t like gadjos.” “My entire family—your family—are gadjos. Does that mean you don’t like us?” Merripen didn’t reply, only continued to work. Noisily. Amelia let out a taut sigh. “Merripen, you’re a dreadful snob. And if the evening turns out to be terrible, it’s your obligation to endure it with us.” Merripen reached for another handful of nails. “That was a good try,” he said. “But I’m not going.

She walked over to Ioan. “And for your information, my lord…” She lifted his hand and put his index and middle finger upright. “I assure you that there is nothing wrong with Christian’s technique or prowess.” Corryn, who had paused beside the group after Christian had lunged at Lutian, broke into laughter. Ioan hissed at her. “What are you laughing at?” “I was just thinking of why we can’t go to Scotland anymore. Someone should tell Christian about your little problem.” She held up her pinkie and wiggled it, then burst into laugher. “You’re not supposed to know anything about these matters!” Corryn rushed off before her brother could grab her.

What happened to your lip?" Ravenna said to him. "It looks sore." Miss Feather's fingers darted to her mouth. "Thank you for your kind concern, Miss Caulfield." His eyes were very dark blue and still rimmed with the longest lashed Ravenna had ever seen on a man. Beauty and virility and confidence and sheer privileged arrogance combined to remarkable effect. No wonder these silly girls stared. "It was bitten," he said. "Oh, dear." Lady Penelope pouted sweetly. "That must have been alarming." "Not terribly. I have been bitten by cats before." The corner of his mouth twitched. "This one," he said, turning his dark, laughing gaze upon Ravenna, "was otherwise charming." -Ravenna, Vitor, & Lady Penelope

As soon as the doors were closed, Amelia went to her sister with her hands raised. At first Cam thought she intended to shake her, but instead Amelia pulled Beatrix close, her shoulders trembling. She could barely breathe for laughing. “Bea … you did it on purpose, didn’t you?… I couldn’t believe my eyes … that blasted lizard running along the table…” “I had to do something,” the girl explained in a muffled voice. “Leo was behaving badly—I didn’t understand what he was saying, but I saw Lord Westcliff’s face—” “Oh … oh…” Amelia choked with giggles. “Poor Westcliff … one moment he’s def-fending the local population from Leo’s tyranny, and then Spot comes s-slithering past the bread plates…” “Where is Spot?” Twisting away from her sister, Beatrix approached Cam, who deposited the lizard in her outstretched palms. “Thank you, Mr. Rohan. You have very quick hands.” “So I’ve been told.” He smiled at her.

So that’s the secret,” the Beast Lord said. I froze with the spoon halfway to my mouth. That was it. He had figured out what I was and now he was playing with me. “You okay?” he asked. “Gone a bit pale there.” In a moment he would drop the charade and rip me to pieces. If I was lucky. “Secret to what?” “Secret to shutting you up,” he said. “I just have to beat you till you’re half-dead, then give you chicken soup and”—he raised his hands—“blessed silence.” I went back to the soup. Ha-ha. Very funny.

Thanks for the pep talk.” “Whatever you do, don’t feed it to Curran.” “Ha-ha.” “Call me if you need help. Gods know you could use it.” “If I did call you, what would you do? You’ve gone soft in your country lord life, in your keep, with your wife baking delicious desserts for you and your gang of children.

All of them--the soldiers, the taskmasters, the lords... dead." why did i read this in Anakin's voice haha

What law punishes a tiger for killing a cow? What law equates a lion to a rat? Do you think this is what you call justice? No, oh King Nin, since when has defying the laws of nature been called justice? You cannot defy the laws of nature, no matter what you do. Do you think the predators in your kingdom are content with burgers and canned meats and preserved fish they buy from the markets? And what is the cost of that? In exchange for the education, health, and culture projects you provide them? No, my lord. Let me open your eyes and show you the truth you refuse to see. Everyone is angry. Everyone Is talking among themselves. Soon, very soon, their words will no longer be a secret. Very soon, you will be forced to face a revolution, oh Nin—a revolution of all the predators, first among them your own kind, the lions. A revolution that will not only shake your throne but will invade your home—oh, haha —oh, old King Nin the Lion.