If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Tabitha blinked innocently. "Why is your consort speaking to me without my having addressed him first?" she asked Kaia. "Have you not… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Humans had a saying. Mess with the bull and get the horns. Well, Harpies had a saying, too. Mess with a Harpy… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Love's the only thing I've thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That's what I always dreamed of, of meeting… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy… — Michelangelo Copy Share Image
Wives are good on paper, at least. until they turn into harpies with sharp claws and open check books. Then they're kind… — Rob Campbell Copy Share Image
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns… — John Milton Copy Share Image
You are not Kaia the Disappointment. Do you hear me? That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. You are Kaia… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Law is a Bottomless-Pit, it is a Cormorant, a Harpy, that devours every thing. — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
Ella is nervous,” the harpy muttered from her perch on the railing. “The elephant. The elephant is watching Ella. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Prostitution requires for its diminution not only laws, well enforced, to abolish the traffic in womanhood; not only better social protection against… — Anna Garlin Spencer Copy Share Image
I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid… — Lynn Kurland Copy Share Image
War is a monster with snaky locks, and fiery bloodshot eyes, and harpy claws, passing over fair fields and leaving its footprints… — Moncure D. Conway Copy Share Image
