Scene VII: To Silence (-)
Dreams in the guts of himself the moon-plucked waves below, and the sunfish leans on a stone, slept by the lyric water, in which the spotless feet of deer make dulcet splashes, and to which the ripped mouse, safe in the owl's talon, cries concordance
A Different Path: Chapter 4
This bunny was one huge exception to the usual concord between his instincts and his expectations which, across the majority of his adult life, he'd been able to rely on. _'i must be losing my touch,'_ he thought gloomily.
The Holy Knight
"now that i think about it, concord is sorta near a mountain, isn't it?" the dog nodded again. "yeah. that's a fairly big pass, which is where the bulk of our troops would come and go.
Illusions of Godhead
"according to the first concord, the old council is composed of the rulers of tabis-kitta, arren, hutwick, barland, and ailaragh. king enthar is also the arkenprince of tabis-kitta. tabis-kitta and arren are the closest of the five old lands."
From the sea to the sea!
It was why they saw themselves as equals to the aultlands; its loss, teo recalled from his history lessons, had provoked the war of the second concord that had secured the independence of the march. even now they had not let its memory go.
At Morning [Final]
"yes, and the first concord. i just didn't know anything about an empire." "the emperor gave up his imperial title to become _prince_ machaver, yes. but the war was a stalemate. they didn't _lose_, did they? no.
Scepters
It's been true since the first concord. but that's _assembly_. it says nothing about arms. now, _if_ you were unarmed, this might simply be some... intriguing citizen's march. but that isn't what you wanted, is it?"
Upper Hand
I was a servant of the northern concorde; an alliance of white dragons who live on and around the polar cap." "my old master..." the kobold continued, tapping his pipe against his muzzle. "well, he did a number of... unwise things.
Upper Hand
I was a servant of the northern concorde; an alliance of white dragons who live on and around the polar cap." "my old master..." the kobold continued, tapping his pipe against his muzzle. "well, he did a number of... unwise things.
525 Vermilion Lane-Chapter 1-Ghost Town Gunfight
God only knew when the last time it had power on it, as the only thing to indicate that the house had ever been occupied was the fact that a concord packaged unit on the side of the house that had the coils and compressor ripped out of it, likely sold for
Through the Valley of the Shadow
This could fracture the whole bloody concord. so again, i must ask you: what would you have the duke do?" "follow the law, mr. couthragn. if the old council lacks confidence in our queen, they can be public about it. king chatherral can..." i stopped.
Misconstrued
"_the man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; the motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as erebus: let no such man be trusted._" i had a hollow