Varianten
stechen |
sting
pierce
prick
stab
prickle
clock in
|
einstechen |
prick
pierce
insert
puncture
stab
stick in
|
anstechen |
pierce
puncture
tap
prick
broach
lance
|
piken |
prick
|
durchstechen |
stick through
pierce
cut through
puncture
prick
stab
|
brennen |
burn
fire
brand
bake
blaze
distil
|
lochen |
punch holes
perforate
pierce
clip
prickle
|
Schwanz |
tail
cock
prick
dong
trail
|
Stich |
engraving
stitch
sting
stab
trick
prick
|
Arschloch |
asshole
arsehole
prick
motherfucker
fucker
bugger
|
Stachel |
thorn
sting
spine
spike
barb
prick
|
Arsch |
ass
butt
bum
bastard
fanny
bugger
|
Einstich |
puncture
insertion
prick
|
Rute |
rod
cane
switch
pole
stick
prick
|
Kolben |
piston
butt
bulb
cock
prick
beak
|
Riemen |
belt
strap
sling
thong
oar
|
Dorn |
mandrel
thorn
spine
arbor
spike
prickle
|
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Nominal
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Memories burst like fireworks inside her, snap-firing in dazing succession, flashed then gone again: knocking the blood-tainted glass out of Baros Tsen’s hand; the Adamantine Man in Dhar Thosis, his voice, familiar, remembered – Get off her, you fat prick – and then a moment later slipping the knife off his belt ten years earlier as the words came out of his mouth, driving it through her father’s ribs, again and again and again until he stopped, the father who thought she was nothing better than his own personal whore to share with whoever might offer him the prettiest crown; Jehal on the day he’d told her that her mother was dead, the mother who’d done nothing but birth her and then betray her; riding Diamond Eye over the flames of Dhar Thosis, deliriously out of control and yet free, a fleeting moment when she’d been mistress of her own self; the dark room of fear and despair, always waiting for her and yet always waiting for the inevitable something worse; imprisoned from birth by who she was, who she must be.
“Even one dance with that prick is too much—”“I’ll do it,” Nesta cut in, if only to spite him for being so … territorial.
“A nasty, envious, foreign prick.
but it’s one thorn fewer to prick at my killers.
Every time he’d seen the prick these past five centuries, he’d struggled with it.
But Eris … Ally or not, he’d make sure the prick got what was coming to him.
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