Host (masculine) and hostess (feminine) most often refer to a person responsible for guests at an event or providing hospitality during it, or to an event's presenter or master or mistress of ceremonies. Host or hosts may also refer to:
A Cossack host (Ukrainian: Козаче військо, kozache viysko), sometimes translated as Cossack army, was an administrative subdivision of Cossacks in Ukraine. The word host is an archaic word for army.
The Cossack host consisted of a certain territory with Cossack settlements that had to provide military regiments for service in the Imperial Russian Army and for border patrol. Usually the hosts were named after the regions of their dislocation. The stanitsa, or village, formed the primary unit of this organization.
The Rogue Mage series of fantasy novels were written by Faith Hunter about races of beings inhabiting a post-apocalyptic Earth of the not-too distant future. Some of them possess magical powers. The series is set in the remains of the United States about a century after an apocalypse similar to the one predicted in the Book of Revelation, but with no God appearing.
Bloodring (ISBN 0-451-46108-8) is the first fantasy novel by Hunter and the first installment of the series. It was published by Roc Trade on 2006 November 7. It was given a three-star review by Romantic Times.
The story take place about a century after an apocalypse. It includes "neomages", a new race of beings that arose during the time of the apocalypse. They live in an area known as the Enclave, which is both a prison and sanctuary, and are able to work with "leftover creation energy".
Thorn St. Croix is a neomage in exile from the Enclave. Thorn (unlike most mages) is telepathic, and she constantly hears the thoughts of the other mages in the Enclave. This threatened to drive her insane when it began during her adolescence and forced her to live amongst humans whose thoughts she does not hear.
HOST
Narrative about a schizophrenic on the red line watchin
his own reflection
Rubber Duckie rains (reigns), mangled drum drops that
drips taps
Call it what it is, or call it what it ain’t - that
simple(?)
Hat cymbals (symbols) crash to fascinate assholes to
mask the mad simple
Crippled asshole with a magic bag of dimples for your
cancer
Rubber Duckie laughing answers out, well why you
hackin’ riddles?
That sunset there looks just like a painting, ask a
black widow
She’ll tell you that we made it, but she taped it to
your back window
The pasty cream of cynisdom, inner wisdom tastes like
being abstract
I think thee protest too much (“No I’m not, no I’m
not”) but it’s just a hint though
A GLIMPSE OF A JOKE ABOUT A BROKEN BRITTLE SOLDIER
SWOLLEN SINGED THROAT
With hopes and dreams but fell asleep in a heap of
insults (Awww…)
The bride of free speech fucked her brother the Rubber
Duckie grins so….
I’m leavin’ it up to you signed the un-wackest with 6
thumbs
It’s like I must be bitin’ both of us that spit dope
The illest period (.) Nope. Etcetera dot dot quote
(..”)
Shit on your inner wicked stepsister and her knock
knock jokes
Rip your little Osh Kosh style and hotbox the hemp rope
Those that don’t teach question mark (?) Dot end quote
(.”)
Rubber Duckie rains coats to dead man in mosquito piss
puddle
What you lookin’ at? Your reflection’s up here, but
it’s subtle
Your thoughts see it best dark in artificially lit
tunnels
At least part of us writes, grip the Duckie tight with
white knuckles
But the way I dance with us, glancin’ up at frightened
chuckles
He ain’t nobody, but my twin will rock the mic just
like I’m quite humble
The funnel spiders and black widows spin nets in case I
stumble
Before I find my spot, to finally get it off my chest
Who the fuck I am and not why I’m not
Rubber Duckie’s got glue boots and one trick(horse
hooves)
Your moon is made of cheese, man, shake believe until
the sun skips
He’s glad you think about him when you write and all
But after all is said and done, you learned I love you
Then we can all
Peep the drum drip taps
Amongst your sunlit scraps
And Turrets
Um um
Boasting in the post script
How the oceans got froze
No shit
Who voted
I musta missed the meeting again I suppose