Famous ferry

Usage examples of harpers.

Layered throughout the familiar, though, were chromatic potentials: the sharps and flats that play between the strings of her harp, unthought of by ancient harpers either mortal or immortal.

Christa blessed a cup of wine, offered it to him, and once again he looked into the eyes of the Goddess to whom poets and healers and smiths and harpers owed homage.

Because of their outlandish nature, and their masculine bent, they had acquired the name of the Harpers Bizarre.

But the Harpers were too agile, moving like a cross between birds and monkeys.

Because they were under assault by lethal beings who were so short, it made it impossible for the knights to get at them before the Harpers got at the horses.

While they staggered about in their armor, stiff and clumsy in comparison, the Harpers Bizarre moved with speed and alacrity that was frightful to behold.

One of the Harpers Bizarre was descending right toward me, his face twisted in a delirious look of joy, his talons fairly quivering with anticipation.

Immortal their mothers might be, but the Harpers Bizarre had human blood in them, and that blood was flowing from its wound and down my staff.

Entipy was surrounded by the Harpers, and she was pushed to the ground next to me.

This caused raucous laughter to filter through the assembled Harpers Bizarre.

The mention of the name caused much chuckling and snickering among the Harpers Bizarre.

Her head was flat against the ground, one of the Harpers keeping her head immobilized by the simple expedient of having one of his taloned feet atop it.

My display was greeted with great amusement by the Harpers Bizarre, however, who hung on every word and chortled and laughed and in general had a great old time.

I tripped, I fell, I sprawled, I pulled myself to my feet and kept on going, and all that was going through my head as I did so was that I had to put as much distance between myself and the Harpers Bizarre as I possibly could.

Every time I slowed down, I was certain I could feel the wings of the Harpers beating somewhere nearby, as if they were tracking me and waiting to descend upon me when I slowed down or displayed weakness.