Ale Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-have-fed-purely-upon-ale-i-have-eat-my-ale-drank-my-ale-i-always-sleep-upon-ale
good-ale-true-proper-drink-englishmen-he-is-not-deserving-name-englishman-who-speaketh-against-ale-that-is-good-ale-george-henry-borrow
mulled-ale-for-frozen-man-and-mulled-ale-for-weary-for-mulled-ale-is-bodys-friend-and-makes-sick-heart-merry-frans-g-bengtsson
ale-man-ales-the-stuff-to-drink-for-fellows-whom-it-hurts-to-think
ale-man-ales-stuff-to-drink-for-fellows-whom-it-hurts-to-think-ae-housman
it-is-plain-demonstrable-that-much-ale-is-not-good-for-yankee-operates-differently-upon-them-from-what-it-does-upon-briton-ale-must-be-drank-in-herman-melville
it-is-better-to-think-church-in-alehouse-than-to-think-alehouse-in-church-martin-luther
for-a-quart-of-ale-is-a-dish-for-a-king
for-a-quart-of-ale-is-a-meal-for-a-king
there-is-more-food-in-pennyworth-bread-than-in-gallon-ale-joseph-livesey
sweet-is-old-wine-in-bottles-ale-in-barrels-lord-byron
note-that-yeast-good-beer-is-better-then-that-ale
shoulder-the-sky-my-lad-and-drink-your-ale
blessings-your-heart-you-brew-good-ale-william-shakespeare
philosophy-only-seems-to-offer-endless-dispute-with-no-cakes-ale-keith-ward
i-have-drunk-ale-from-country-young-and-weep-because-i-know-all-things-now-william-butler-yeats
better-beans-bacon-in-peace-than-cakes-ale-in-fear-aesop
im-12-years-sober-i-dont-have-beer-when-i-used-to-drink-i-really-liked-bass-ale-kristin-davis
cant-even-sleep-through-night-without-you-those-sundried-ginger-ale-complected-limbs-crocheted-into-my-thighs-brandi-l-bates
i-should-like-great-lake-ale-for-king-kings-i-should-like-family-heaven-to-be-drinking-it-through-time-eternal-brigit-kildare
my-idea-childcare-at-festivals-is-to-sit-at-trestle-table-with-ale-while-kids-run-around-make-up-their-own-games-tom-hodgkinson
what-i-am-interested-in-what-i-write-care-about-exists-in-slow-lane-somewhere-between-handploughed-fields-pint-real-ale-fennel-hudson
the-troubles-our-proud-angry-dust-are-from-eternity-shall-not-fail-bear-them-we-can-if-we-can-we-must-shoulder-sky-my-lad-drink-your-ale-a-e-housman
last-time-i-was-sick-guy-i-was-seeing-brought-me-bottle-ginger-ale-expected-me-to-pay-him-back-for-it-jaime-vegas-kelley-armstrong
something-must-be-wrong-sea-is-angry-now-it-wont-be-long-till-davy-jones-can-claim-me-hopefully-hell-fell-like-cleansing-ale-after-all-hes-only-frenzal-rhomb
the-roots-herbes-beaten-put-into-new-ale-beer-daily-drunk-cleareth-strengtheneth-quickeneth-sight-eyes-nicholas-culpeper
sweat-scalded-meat-puke-blood-smoke-dozen-kinds-bad-ale-wine-bouquet-civilized-nightlife-scott-lynch
thirstily-he-set-it-to-his-lips-as-its-cool-refreshment-began-to-soothe-his-throat-he-thanked-heaven-that-in-world-much-evil-there-was-still-good-rafael-sabatini
i-like-good-beer-of-course-ill-drink-bad-one-too-let-no-person-thirst-for-lack-real-ale-thank-god-for-longnecked-bottles-angels-remedy-tom-petty
if-you-wish-to-grow-thinner-diminish-your-dinnerand-take-to-light-claret-instead-pale-alelook-down-with-utter-contempt-upon-butterand-never-touch-henry-sambrooke-leigh
no-ale-for-girl-birgit-aidan-said-to-woman-do-we-not-have-milk-regins-face-heated-and-all-worse-because-she-would-dearly-love-some-milk-kresley-cole
el-poder-de-ale-sin-sonido-sin-forma-pero-cuando-se-manifiesta-nadie-puede-resistersele-idries-shah
happy-man-who-void-cares-strifein-silken-in-leathern-purse-retainsa-splendid-shilling-he-nor-hears-with-painnew-oysters-cryd-nor-sighs-for-john-phillips
but-if-at-church-they-would-give-some-ale-and-pleasant-fire-our-souls-to-regale-wed-sing-wed-pray-all-live-long-day-nor-ever-once-from-church-to-william-blake
so-laugh-lads-quaff-lads-twill-make-you-stout-hale-through-all-my-days-ill-sing-praise-brown-october-ale-reginald-de-koven
sorri-um-alevio-je-enteo-fisgado-por-anzois-de-pavor-vazio-pelo-meu-sorriso-o-horror-fincou-suas-presas-mim-me-enforcando-pelo-avesso-filipe-russo
she-wanted-to-punch-her-father-in-his-snout-but-she-wouldnt-he-was-her-father-after-all-true-father-whose-funeral-rite-she-planned-to-dance-at-toast-with-ale-but-her-father-just-
explain-to-me-again-why-were-at-whorehouse-gwenvael-sighed-around-his-ale-because-my-thickheaded-brother-if-you-want-information-about-human-men-then-you-go-to-one-place-all-huma
some-folks-cider-make-rout-and-ciders-well-enough-no-doubt-when-better-liquors-fail-but-wine-thats-richer-better-still-evn-wine-itself-denyt-who-john-gay
misseo-tereza-e-uma-palavra-idiota-eu-neo-tenho-misseo-ninguem-tem-misseo-e-e-um-alevio-enorme-perceber-que-somos-livres-que-neo-temos-misseo-milan-kundera
barnabas-speaks-i-will-drink-water-water-but-water-is-not-fit-for-men-to-drink-for-cattle-for-birds-beast-but-man-needs-ale-wine-if-you-are-frenchman-william-answers-louis-lamour
ive-never-had-food-in-my-fridge-all-i-have-in-my-fridge-is-one-shelf-canada-dry-ginger-ale-diet-cokes-on-next-shelf-zerowater-on-next-shelf-that-brigid-berlin
tres-cosas-tres-cosas-no-pueden-recuperarse-la-flecha-una-vez-que-ha-partido-del-arco-la-palabra-dicha-precipitadamente-la-oportunidad-perdida-ale-el-leon-califa-del-islam-yerno-
The tavern keeper, a wiry man with a sharp-nosed face, round, prominent ears and a receding hairline that combined to give him a rodentlike look, glanced at him, absentmindedly wiping a tankard with a grubby cloth. Will raised an eyebrow as he looked at it. He'd be willing to bet the cloth was transferring more dirt to the tankard then it was removing. "Drink?" the tavern keeper asked. He set the tankard down on the bar, as if in preparation for filling it with whatever the stranger might order. "Not out of that, " Will said evenly, jerking a thumb at the tankard. Ratface shrugged, shoved it aside and produced another from a rack above the bar. "Suit yourself. Ale or ouisgeah?" Ousigeah, Will knew, was the strong malt spirit they distilled and drank in Hibernia. In a tavern like this, it might be more suitable for stripping runt than drinking. "I'd like coffee, " he said, noticing the battered pot by the fire at one end of the bar. "I've got ale or ouisgeah. Take your pick." Ratface was becoming more peremptory. Will gestured toward the coffeepot. The tavern keeper shook his head. "None made, " he said. "I'm not making a new pot just for you." "But he's drinking coffee, " Will said, nodding to one side. Inevitably the tavern keeper glanced that way, to see who he was talking about. The moment his eyes left Will, an iron grip seized the front of his shirt collar, twisting it into a knot that choked him and at the same time dragged him forward, off balance, over the bar, . The stranger's eyes were suddenly very close. He no longer looked boyish. The eyes were dark brown, almost black in this dim light, and the tavern keeper read danger there. A lot of danger. He heard a soft whisper of steel, and glancing down past the fist that held him so tightly, he glimpsed the heavy, gleaming blade of the saxe knife as the stranger laid it on the bar between them. He looked around for possible help. But there was nobody else at the bar, and none of the customers at the tables had noticed what was going on. "Aach... mach co'hee, " he choked. The tension on his collar eased and the stranger said softly, "What was that?" "I'll... make... coffee, " he repeated, gasping for breath. The stranger smiled. It was a pleasant smile, but the tavern keep noticed that it never reached those dark eyes. "That's wonderful. I'll wait here.

John Flanagan
the-tavern-keeper-wiry-man-with-sharpnosed-face-round-prominent-ears-receding-hairline-that-combined-to-give-him-rodentlike-look-glanced-at-him-absentmindedly-wiping-tankard-with
lord-randall-barreled-inside-brandishing-his-cane-in-drews-face-you-beggarly-knave-i-was-told-this-marriage-was-in-name-only-who-gave-you-permission-to-consummate-vows-theodore-h
You're a pirate?' Obviously. Still, hard to believe. He pressed forward, forcing on her a series of blows meant to test her strength and will. She parried and blocked his every move with an aptitude that amazed. 'Aye. A pirate, and captain of the Sea Sprite, ' she boasted, a wry smile upon her full lips. Indeed, she appeared very much a pirate in her men's garb-a threadbare, brown suit with overly long sleeves she'd had to roll up. Her ebony hair had been pulled back in a queue and was half hidden beneath a rumpled tricorn. Also, like her men, was her look of desperation and the grim cast to her countenance that bespoke of a hard existence. 'We offered you quarter, ' she said as she evaded his thrust with ease. 'Why didn't you surrender? You had to know we outnumbered you.' He didn't answer. In all honesty, he'd thought they could defeat the pirates, if not with cannon fire, then with skill. After hearing of all the pirate attacks of late, they'd hired on additional hands, men who could fight. If it hadn't been for the damn illness... 'It's not too late. You can save what's left of your crew. Surrender now, Captain Glanville, and we'll see that your men are ransomed back.' A wicked gleam brightened her eyes as if victory would soon be hers. He should do as she asked. It would be the sensible thing, but pride kept him from saying the words. Not yet. He still had another opponent to defeat, and so far she hadn't been an easy one to overcome. Despite his steady attack, she kept her muscles relaxed, her balance sure. Her attention followed his movements no matter how small, adjusting her stance, looking for weaknesses. 'How do you know I'm Captain Glanville?' When work was at hand, he didn't dress any differently than his men. 'I know much about you.' Stepping clear of two men battling to their left, she blocked his sword with her own and lunged with her dagger. He jumped from the blade, avoiding injury by the barest inch. This one relied on speed and accuracy rather than power. Smart woman. 'What do you want from us?' he asked, launching an attack of his own, this time with so much force and speed, she had no choice but to retreat until her back came up against the railing. 'We only just left London four days ago. Our cargo is mainly iron and ale.' Her gaze sharpened even as her expression became strained. His assault was wearing her down. 'I want the Ruby Cross.' How the hell did she know he had the cross? And did she believe he'd simply hand it over? Hand over a priceless antiquity of the Knights Templar? Absurd. He swung his sword all the harder. The clang of steel rang through the air. Her reactions slowed, and her arms trembled. He made a final cut, putting all his strength behind the blow, and knocked her sword from her hand. Triumph surged through his veins. She attempted to slash out with her dagger. He grabbed her arm before her blade could reach him and hauled her close, their faces nose to nose. 'You'll never take the cross from me, ' he vowed as he towered over her, his grip strong. The point of a sword touched his back. Thomas tensed, he swore beneath his breath, self-disgust heavy in his chest. The distraction of this one woman had sealed his fate. Bloody hell.

Tamara Hughes
youre-pirate-obviously-still-hard-to-believe-he-pressed-forward-forcing-on-her-series-blows-meant-to-test-her-strength-will-she-parried-blocked-his-every-move-with-aptitude-that-