Dudley's dungeon

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The nymphA female creature from Roman and Greek mythology, the nymph
occupied rivers, forests, ponds, etc.  A nymph's beauty is
beyond words:  an ever-young woman with sleek figure and
long, thick hair, radiant skin and perfect teeth, full lips
and gentle eyes.  A nymph's scent is delightful, and her
long robe glows, hemmed with golden threads and embroidered
with rainbow hues of unearthly magnificence.  A nymph's
demeanour is graceful and charming, her mind quick and witty.

"Theseus felt her voice pulling him down into fathoms of
sleep.        The song was the skeleton of his dream, and the dream
was full of terror.  Demon girls were after him, and a bull-
man was goring him.  Everywhere there was blood.  There was
pain.  There was fear.        But his head was in the nymph's lap
and her musk was about him, her voice weaving the dream.  He
knew then that she had been sent to tell him of something
dreadful that was to happen to him later.  Her song was a
warning.  But she had brought him a new kind of joy, one that
made him see everything differently.  The boy, who was to
become a hero, suddenly knew then what most heroes learn
later -- and some too late -- that joy blots suffering and
that the road to nymphs is beset by monsters."
    [ The Minotaur by Bernard Evslin ]

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+7 ExcaliburAt first only its tip was visible, but then it rose, straight,
proud, all that was noble and great and wondrous.  The tip of
the blade pointed toward the moon, as if it would cleave it
in two.  The blade itself gleamed like a beacon in the night.
There was no light source for the sword to be reflecting
from, for the moon had darted behind a cloud in fear.  The
sword was glowing from the intensity of its strength and
power and knowledge that it was justice incarnate, and that
after a slumber of uncounted years its time had again come.
After the blade broke the surface, the hilt was visible, and
holding the sword was a single strong, yet feminine hand,
wearing several rings that bore jewels sparkling with the
blue-green color of the ocean.
        [ Knight Life, by Peter David ]

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