Through Hell [Gorgon/Naga TF/TG] Part 7
The sensation of falling not a horrific one that ripped him from his dreams, but an ode to freedom. to survival. to his continued existence in the fires of hell. \*\*\* somehow, the room laughed. it sent srida's--or rather, andreas' mind--spinning.
Freedom Fire Chapter 3: In the Mouth of Darkness
Seeing many dragons around him oded gave him a weird suggestion, but it was just because he was being in a weird world where these weird fantasies of guns and bullets were real, and of course, drugs too.
Zootopia: First Salvo part 6
An ode of respect to his fox heritage. the pa system boomed out...."the kzinti warship has fired on the prancing pony! sound general quarters! all mammals man your combat stations!" "klong!klong!klong!klong!klong!"
The Stages - A 22 weeks companion novella
He begins the recital of the ode, the words committed to memory. "they shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. at the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
Chapter III / The Lost Forest
The temple in ode to them was sacred to all in their clan, though as kayda and his grandmother would tell him time and time again, to enter it for anything but ritual worship or to honor fallen tribesmen would be to desecrate it...
Zootopia: First Strike part 11
(an ode to vic mignogna) jackson laughed and shook his head with his paw across his eyes. "my cub-hood was destroyed. the image of my dad in a dress and pumps is singed into my brain." everyone laughed...."it's not funny!
Central City Trilogy: Wishes - chapter 4 The Power of the Namer - 4.7
That indescribable resonance felt like an ode to the moonlit dwellers, so beautiful it swept me away. i couldn’t help but join the chorus, instinctively knowing how to blend perfectly. in that moment, the pack was one.
Motes Played — Chapter 4
Some fetishist who wishes only to taint the ode with lurid visions of youth." motes cried.
The Stories
From around the world, strangers would come to stare, photographers to take pictures, artists to make drawings, poets to compose odes, all to appreciate the inspiration and then depart once again for the statue to dwell in its home filled with strangers.
Dal Segno
"alright, let's do another run through of 'ode to joy' and remember to count evenly, okay?" "yep!" he yelled.
Prophecies
Like everything else that she did, it was nearly silent, more a quiet huffing of breath through her nose than anything. “ _the_ slow hours of the ode clade is rattled?" “yes, yes," she said, waving away the comment with a grin.
Personality Cleavage
He was whistling beethoven's ode to joy while he did it. "are they..." jackie said but didn't finish. "they're unconscious." swan said it so calmly, like what he had been through and what he was doing was nothing of note.