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The trollThe troll shambled closer.  He was perhaps eight feet tall,
perhaps more.  His forward stoop, with arms dangling past
thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell.
The hairless green skin moved upon his body.  His head was a
gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank
the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam.
[...]
Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its
fingers.  Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one
taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it
scrambled, until it found the cut wrist.  And there it grew
fast.  The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together.
He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them.  The
waning faggot cast red light over his fangs.
        [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ]

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hit! You don't hit  
the gnome...  And then a gnome came by, carrying a bundle, an old
fellow three times as large as an imp and wearing clothes of
a sort, especially a hat.  And he was clearly just as frightened
as the imps though he could not go so fast.  Ramon Alonzo
saw that there must be some great trouble that was vexing
magical things; and, since gnomes speak the language of men, and
will answer if spoken to gently, he raised his hat, and asked
of the gnome his name.  The gnome did not stop his hasty
shuffle a moment as he answered 'Alaraba' and grabbed the rim
of his hat but forgot to doff it.
'What is the trouble, Alaraba?'  said Ramon Alonzo.
'White magic.  Run!'  said the gnome ..
        [ The Charwoman's Shadow, by Lord Dunsany ]

"Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told Ron as
they crossed the lawn.
"Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron,
bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little
Santa Clauses with fishing rods..."
There was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered,
and Ron straightened up.  "This is a gnome," he said grimly.
"Geroff me! Gerroff me!" squealed the gnome.
It was certainly nothing like Santa Claus.  It was small and
leathery looking, with a large, knobby, bald head exactly like
a potato.  Ron held it at arm's length as it kicked out at him
with its horny little feet; he grasped it around the ankles
and turned it upside down.
  [ Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, by J. K. Rowling ]

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You don't see here: 
a ruby potionPOTABLE, n.  Suitable for drinking.  Water is said to be
potable; indeed, some declare it our natural beverage,
although even they find it palatable only when suffering
from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it
is a medicine.  Upon nothing has so great and diligent
ingenuity been brought to bear in all ages and in all
countries, except the most uncivilized, as upon the
invention of substitutes for water.  To hold that this
general aversion to that liquid has no basis in the
preservative instinct of the race is to be unscientific --
and without science we are as the snakes and toads.
        [ The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce ]

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don't zap the wand'Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority.
'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed.  I am
Gandalf the White, who has returned from death.  You have no
colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the Council.'
He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice.
'Saruman, your staff is broken.'  There was a crack, and the
staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it
fell down at Gandalf's feet.  'Go!' said Gandalf.  With a cry
Saruman fell back and crawled away.
        [ The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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You don't find a    
trap. You don't     
slowly lift the     
lid of the chestDantes rapidly cleared away the earth around the chest.  Soon
the center lock appeared, then the handles at each end, all
delicately wrought in the manner of that period when art made
precious even the basest of metals.  He took the chest by the
two handles and tried to lift it, but it was impossible.  He
tried to open it; it was locked.  He inserted the sharp end
of his pickaxe between the chest and the lid and pushed down
on the handle.  The lid creaked, then flew open.
Dantes was seized with a sort of giddy fever.  He cocked his
gun and placed it beside him.  The he closed his eyes like a
child, opened them and stood dumbfounded.
The chest was divided into three compartments.  In the first
were shining gold coins.  In the second, unpolished gold
ingots packed in orderly stacks.  From the third compartment,
which was half full, Dantes picked up handfuls of diamonds,
pearls and rubies.  As they fell through his fingers in a
glittering cascade, they gave forth the sound of hail beating
against the windowpanes.
        [ The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas ]

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It doesn't miss.    
It doesn't hit.     
It doesn't miss!    
You don't live.     
DYNWYPI?            
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