Every maiden's weak and willin' When she meets the proper villian.
I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. --Percy Jackson
He gave me the brochure. It was about the Hunters of Artemis. The front read, A WISE CHOICE FOR YOUR FUTURE! Inside were pictures of young maidens doing hunter stuff, chasing monsters, shooting bows. There were captions like: HEALTH BENEFITS: IMMORTALITY AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR YOU! and A BOY-FREE TOMORROW! "I found that in Annabeth's backpack," Grover said. I stared at him. "I don't understand. " "Well, it seems to me… maybe Annabeth was thinking about joining. " I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time.
The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.
Plays. . . Maidens aspiring to Godheads and vice versa!
Poetry was the maiden I loved, but politics was the harridan I married.
Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.
Maidens! why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry? Choose whom you may, you will find you have got somebody else.
For a real knight, rescuing maidens would be an everyday event. ". . . "Perhaps a true knight saves himself for the right maiden
If there were no such creatures as minstrel-maidens, it would be necessary to invent them.
The darts of love are blunted by maiden modesty.
The sidesaddle was designed to protect a maiden's virginity, while risking the maiden's neck. Rather much for rather little, I thought.
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.
Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.
The soul whose bosom lust did never touch Is God's fair bride; and maiden's souls are such.
Good day, fair maidens.
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.
