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Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived.
Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.
Marianne Dashwood
Alphole heroes are just domineering assholes disguising themselves as alpha males. Real alpha males don't need to be assholes.
I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty.
A low whistle behind him as Alucard appeared at the entrance.
'Picking out a gift?' asked the captain.
'No.'
'Good, then take this'. He dropped a ring into Kell's hand.
Kell frowned. 'I'm flattered, but I think you're asking the wrong brother.
As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
I am Asha of House Greyjoy, aye. Opinions differ on whether I'm a lady.
He couldn't leave a friend to die. Even someone as cranky as Alby.
You are the Lady Asha of House Greyjoy, unless I am mistaken."
"I am Asha of House Greyjoy, aye. Opinions differ on whether I am a lady.
Al is, and always has been, the person who has been the candidate - the elected official. And he is the one who makes policy. As his wife, I have the wonderful opportunity to advocate for causes that I am passionate about, and I'm thankful for that.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.
I only snatched him to get your attention," I said. "Now that I've got it, this is what I want."
"Damn my dame!" Al shouted, hands raised to the ceiling. "I knew it! Not another list!
I have come up to town expressly to propose to her.
Algernon. I thought you had come up for pleasure? ... I call that business.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
I've finished running from you, Redd. It's time for you to run.
Alyss
Aloysius, you mad or sane today?
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
Amy King is a true bard.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
Alec Wilkinson is a spare, clear, and lucid writer who works in stylistic simplicity with material that is not simple at all.
WESLEY AYERS is the stranger in the halls of the Coronado. He is the Keeper in the garden who shares my secret. He is the boy who reads me books. He is the one who teaches me how to touch.
City Action. Al is a true Damon Runyon character
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
Aldrik - the crown prince, the future Emperor, Fire Lord, ruler of the Black Legion, sorcerer - was only a man. And men could be broken.
I want. I need. I ache. I burn. Burn with me. Ellysetta to Rain in Lord of the Fading Lands.
Dellwyn: I will teach you everything you need to know to entice your father's murderer into killing his wife to be with you."
Aya: It sounds so disturbing when you say it like that.
P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid.
But before that, before the farm went bad, Alphonse remembers being happy. He didn't know it was happiness and couldn't have put a name to it then - in fact he's pretty sure he never even thought about it - but now he knows that it was happiness.
Ryan Alvanos is an offbeat, insanely inventive singer-songwriter who sneaks up on you with a sly wit and subtle power.
Now that he had his way, and all went well, and he had work to do after his heart, and had honour in it, he was courteous to all, and less grim than of old, so that well nigh all hearts were turned to him; and many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-man.
Freya, I killed a man.
MRS ARBUTHNOT For me the world is shriveled to a palm's breath, and where I walk there are thorns.
HESTER It shall not be so. We shall somewhere find green valleys and fresh waters, and if we weep, well, we shall weep together.
Aral the Jack, formerly the noble Aral Kingslayer, is the best kind of hero.
No, you just keep crashing my life. Look - " I said, and Al grunted.
"Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.
Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved. There was no joy, no excitement. Something was missing. Something called Jondalar.
Elbryn smiled. "You know, you never told me your name," he said, looking at her fondly.
"No," Holonie answered simply, "I did not."
Elbryn stared at her, his eyes suddenly weary, and Holonie heard the exasperated thought on the surface of his mind, Elves. "Fair enough," he said aloud.
The realm will rise for its rightful king. Tyrell,
Jayne, do NOT wiz on the werewolves.
comfort. I'd decided Lucy
Nesy. At last.
It has to be her. Who else can make Aydan smile? Make me smile.
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
Here I am, precious. I give myself freely. All of me, Alayna. No more walls or secrets or games or lies. I give you all of me, honestly. For forever, if you'll take me.
Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.
Do you not listen to our daily meetings about the state of your lands?"
"Of course I don't. They're dead boring."
"Not everything can involve bloodshed, Annwyl."
"Can't you come get me when there is bloodshed? Otherwise just leave me alone to read.
Addie was the greatest joy of Celia's life. Not a burden. Not a tragedy. A gift. A gift that God had perhaps insisted on giving her even when, in fear, she'd asked for the opposite.
Within alpinism's narrow framework we seek transcendence and relentlessly pursue what remains hidden from us on flat ground: our true selves.
Finally," Lilith said, smiling warmly at her. "A reasonable angel."
"I'm no angel," Eleanore quietly insisted.
"Yes, you are," said every man in the room.
I'm going to walk away and I'm going to forget about you, Aly. And you're going to do the same.
Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?
Eyllwe," Chaol breathed. "Send word to Eyllwe. Tell them to hold on - tell them to prepare." Perhaps it was the light, perhaps it was the cold, but Aedion could have sworn there were tears in the captain's eyes as he said, "Tell them it's time to fight back.
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
What is your name?" I asked, voice hoarse.
"Alexandria," she repeated in a soft voice I'd never heard Alex use in real life.
"And who am I?"
"Aiden." She smiled, and I flinched. "You are my Master.
I huffed my way across the room to stand before the sexy mage. "Come on, let's get this over with." Jacob snorted.
"That's what all the girls say to Louis."
Eve, Jaymin (2015-01-29). Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 (p. 346). . Kindle Edition.
In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed.
Members of the Brotherhood.
He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.
No surname? Or is Thorn it?"
"Thorn is all anyone needs to know about me."
"As in thorn up all our collective nether regions," Devyl muttered.
Amy Elliot Dunne is like a yeti - coveted and folkloric - ...
Opposite Lennart and Maud lives Alf. He drives a taxi and always wears a leather jacket under a layer of irascibility.
I looked at Ash over the table; his silver gaze met mine, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. I was in a faery tale, wasn't I? I was playing my part in the story, the human girl who had fallen in love with a faery prince.
What's this? It looks like a lily."
"It is," he said. "No offense, but this lily is
kind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemists
want to buy the rights to this and
start using it, I'm willing to negotiate.
Good organization," said Magnus. "I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family."
Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. "Did you sleep with him, too?"
Magnus's cat eyes widened. "Alexander!
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Rhysand laughed - a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My
MRS ALLONBY Is she such a mystery?
LORD ILLINGWORTH She is more than a mystery - she is a mood.
MRS ALLONBY Moods don't last.
LORD ILLINGWORTH It is their chief charm.
Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
Arcadia," Lon's voice said from my phone. "Who is this?" I teased.
"You can't take my son on a date." "I didn't ask him. He asked me." "He stole my cell and called without permission." "Sounds like a personal problem to me." A low growling noise came out of the phone.
Cecily: "Miss Prism says that all good looks are a snare"
Algernon: "They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in."
Cecily: "Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.
You're an angel."
He opened his violet eyes.
"Tell me more."
"You're Daniel Grigori,"Lucy continued. "You're the angel who has loved me for thousands of years ...
Amelia, meet my Honeydew.
I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face."
"Even more reason why I should go," said Will.
I should be mortified, I know. But Alys is a good friend to me, and though she has her faults, she has a good and generous heart.(Emily)
And is that all that matters to you? (Draven)
Aye. People will always make mistakes, but in the end 'tis their heart that matters most. (Emily)
Arlene was one of a kind, a true friend when I needed one, a grande dame from the old school. She was the sweetest of old ladies, and I will miss her dearly. All of those things are true, but the words I choose are far more profound.
"She smelled like cookies," I whisper through tears.
ellory erecius is very cool!!!2
Alviss, son of Vindalf. He's the king of the dwarfs. The biggest, mightiest, greatest of all the dwarf folk.
"But he's not a dwarf," pointed out Shadow. "He's what, five-eight?"
"Which makes him a giant among dwarfs," said Czernobog from behind him. "Tallest dwarf in America.
Auri stood, and in the circle of her golden hair she grinned and brought the weight of her desire down full upon the world.
And all things shook. And all things knew her will. And all things bent to please her.
Alp Arslan: "What would you do if I was brought before you as a prisoner?"
Romanos: "Perhaps I'd kill you, or exhibit you in the streets of Constantinople."
Alp Arslan: "My punishment is far heavier. I forgive you, and set you free.
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
You're going down, Bronwyn. Them's fighting words.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
Marie Laurencin.
Please, Aslan," said Lucy, "what do you call soon?"
"I call all times soon", said Aslan.
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
For reasons I have yet to define, Signor Arpelli stood out from his colleagues. The curled brim of his hat, perhaps. A certain mingling of gravity and levity- I thought the masks of Janus had merged in his eyes.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. Aelin
VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD.
'VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.
...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
Edward, they might know me. Some people
Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if
they come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."
Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the
tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your
flattery makes me blush.
Have you come to save me at last, Aelin Galathynius?
Rosalind: "So you don't want me either?" Rosalind flung up her hands. "Good! Because I am tiered of dealing with men. I really don't need any of you!"
Rhys: "That's the spirit, my lady. Keep that up and we'll all be wishing you to the devil very shortly.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Mare, don't be such a brat all the time, and stop beating up that Warren boy.
Elide immediately shrugged out of Lorcan's grip. Aelin and Aedion had stopped ahead, waiting for her. Smiling faintly - welcomingly.
So Elide headed for them, her court, and did not look back.
I love you, Brynna. I will love you until the day I breathe my last. You belong to me, and I will make you the happiest of women. Now take off all your clothes, and pretend you are a Celtic princess about to be marauded by an incredibly virile Viking studmuffin.
-Alrik to Brynna
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
By the hairy ass of lord hell. Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels