Balderin a sentence
- It was shrinking very fast, growing balder and balder, the black hair and stubble retracting into his skull; his cheeks becoming smooth, his skull round and covered with a peachlike fuzz… A baby's head now sat grotesquely on top of the thick, muscled neck of the Death Eater as he struggled to get up again; but even as they watched, their mouths open, the head began to swell to its previous proportions again; thick black hair was sprouting from the pate and chin… 'It's Time,' said…† (source)
- He wasn't even balder.† (source)
- But there were countless myths about Thor and Odin, Freyr and Frey a, Hoder and Balder and many other gods.† (source)
- "Balder's Bling ….† (source)
- He inclined his head, balder than she remembered.† (source)
- Most of the stories about Balder concern his death.
- He was thinner, balder, and grayer, and his face had a crumpled look.† (source)
- I fashioned a dart from the stuff, gave it to Balder's blind brother, a god named Hod.† (source)
- They started throwing things at Balder just for laughs.† (source)
- Pills to make you fatter, thinner, hairier, balder, whiter, browner, blacker, yellower, sexier, and happier.† (source)
- I didn't want him to miss the fun of chucking deadly objects at Balder, so I guided Hod's hand and …. well, Frigg's worst fears came true.† (source)
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- I killed Balder, the god of light—the handsome, perfect, incredibly annoying son of Odin and Frigg.† (source)
- Then I thought about Mimir existing forever as a severed head, and Balder getting cut down by a mistletoe dart and spending eternity down in Hel World.† (source)
- Welcome to reality, Balder!† (source)
- Balder deserved it.† (source)
- That's like thinking well of Balder, in Connecticut, Eugene thought.† (source)
- He was a little stouter, a little balder, a little grayer.† (source)
- Even he was repelled by the stern command, "Down, Balder, down!† (source)
- In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but here the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful.† (source)
- The rosy man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen away; he was visibly balder and older; and yet it was not so much, these tokens of a swift physical decay that arrested the lawyer's notice, as a look in the eye and quality of manner that seemed to testify to some deep-seated terror of the mind.† (source)
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