#reputations

But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out. ↗

— John Gay

#fuller #money #out #reputations #spot

This wasn’t what she expected. Never, in her wildest dreams. This... this was the Blood Queen of Garbhán Isle? Scourge of the Madron lands? Destroyer of Villages? Demon Killer of Women and Children? She who had blood pacts with the darkest of gods? This was Annwyl the Bloody? Talaith watched, fascinated, as Annwyl held onto Morfyd the Witch’s wrists. Morfyd — the Black Witch of Despair, Killer of the Innocent, Annihilator of Souls, and all around Mad Witch of Garbhán Isle or so she was called on the Madron lands — had actually tried to sneak up on Annwyl to put ointment on the nasty wound the queen had across her face. But as soon as the warrior saw her, she squealed and grabbed hold of her. Now Annwyl lay on her back, Morfyd over her, trying her best to get Annwyl to stop being a ten year old. “If you just let me—” “No! Get that centaur shit away from me, you demon bitch!” “Annwyl, I’m not letting you go home to my brother looking like that. You look horrific.” “He’ll have to love me in spite of it. Now get off!” ... “Ow!” “Crybaby.” No, this isn’t what Talaith expected. Annwyl the Blood Queen was supposed to be a vicious, uncaring warrior bent on revenge and power. She let her elite guard rape and and pillage wherever they went, and she used babies as target practice while their mothers watched in horror. That’s what she was supposed to be and that’s what Talaith expected to find. Instead, she found Annwyl. Just Annwyl. A warrior who spent most of her resting time reading or mooning over her consort. She was silly, charming, very funny, and fiercely protective of everyone. Her elite guard, all handpicked by Annwyl, were sweet, vicious fighters and blindingly loyal to their queen. ↗

— G.A. Aiken

#reputations #dreams

In the best of all possible worlds, everybody would be honorable, but that's not the way the world works. Reputations for reporters are made by discovering things underneath that rock. ↗

— Mike Wallace

#discovering #everybody #honorable #made #possible

I think when two people get together, their past is their past. Their reputations are reputations. You can only take someone the way you find them... on face value. ↗

— Shane Warne

#face value #find #get #get together #i

I think when two people get together, their past is their past. Their reputations are reputations. You can only take someone the way you find them... on face value. I think that was how we were both, the way we were. ↗

— Shane Warne

#face #face value #find #get #get together

My parents, particularly my father, had been used by commentators, political journalists and political commentators, to attack me, and the collateral damage was the reputations of my father and my mother. ↗

— Karl Rove

#been #collateral #commentators #damage #father

Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations... can never effect a reform. ↗

— Susan B. Anthony

#always #careful #casting #cautious #effect

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. ↗

— William Congreve

#coroner #inquest #like #reputations #sit