steampunk

That is the difference between great men and small, we great are willing to do the hard things, the uncomfortable things to ensure we succeed.

There are creatures in this world, small things and pretty things, which burn within them a fire for survival.

Not another word, not another thought, not another sniffle. If you need to pass gas, I pray you'll clench your backside and keep walking until we are certainly alone.

What do you mean, my life is at risk?" I questioned. "From one of the other professors?""Oh, it goes much deeper than that, Freddy," he said with a half crazed, wide eyed smile. Leaning in, he whispered, "I stole something.

I'm always homesick for the journey,_ I had once written in ink speckled script, adding almost as an afterthought, _...no matter what it may hold.

The tools of their trade were simple, effective things: iron knuckles, saps and the like. But the iconic tool of the scuttler arsenal was a woven leather belt with a heavy iron or brass buckle used to decrease intelligence one wallop at a time.

When John-Joseph Heller's fights became too much of a sure thing, story has it he moved on to more risky fights with grown men and even starved dogs. Though he was scarred often, he was never beaten. But as he brought each opponent to his knees, John-Joseph Heller was also growing up and his vision began to extend further than the ring.

Trust me, there are things in this mountain that will make your jaw bounce off the floor.

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.

But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

Once more for Britain,â_ I said to the empty room. I might not be the Queen everyone wanted me to be, but I was intelligent and fully capable of breaking the code.

And now we both blushed, because things like changing oneâ__s garments should not be discussed among a Queen and one of her subjects.

Indeed. I have often thought that when a man selects one word over another he often reveals far more of himself than he intended.

Here lies the body of Colonel Cornell__. The rest of the fellow, I fancy, in hell is.

We learned the seven traditional ways to make words unclear.""Seven? That many? Which was the most effective?""Poor grammar skills.

This time he had no choice but to look into her eyes. He did not look away. It was the bright fierce gaze that she remembered so vividly from their first meeting. He__ reminded her of an eagle, the Castellan of Amyth

Music can make you feel things that aren__ yours__adness, or love, or joy. A good song has a magic to it. It pulls you in and the feelings in the music take over and you become the music, you become the song.

The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.He was growing.New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils.Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I__ ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat.