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Air
The air
pregnant with rainbows
shatters its mirrors
over the grove. -- Federico Garcia Lorca
Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass. -- Aporva Kala
After a torrential rain. Acadia and her -- James Patterson
Amber casts an infinity of shadows, and my Avalon had cast many of its own, because of my presence there. I might be known on many earths that I had never trod, for shadows of myself had walked them, mimicking imperfectly my deeds and my thoughts. -- Roger Zelazny
My heart died a while back. [Eragon] -- Christopher Paolini
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass. -- Leigh Hunt
Where are you anyway? (Acheron)
I don't know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic. (Valerius)
Why are you at Tabitha's? (Acheron) -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
In the land of Bad Ass, Acheron reigned supreme. -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Ant swarming City
City full of dreams
Where in broad day the specter tugs your sleeve
-- Charles Baudelaire
Your Dark-Huntress, Danger, called for Acheron and since he's busy, I was sent to check things out and report back to him on what's happening. So here I am. Joy, oh joy of my life. (Alexion) -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
You woke up on the wrong side of the oak tree, didn't you? (Acheron) -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Eternity with Artemis?" He heaved a big sigh.
Thalia rolled her eyes. "You satyrs. You're all in love with Artemis. Don't you get that she'll never love you back?"
"But she's so ... into nature," Grover swooned.
"You're nuts," said Thalia.
"Nuts and berries," Grover said dreamily. "Yeah. -- Rick Riordan
Jacen Solo, your sojourn in the lands of the dead is at an end. It is time once again to walk the bright fields of day. -- Matthew Woodring Stover
nocturnal purple. -- Neil Gaiman
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green. -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
WindClan territory -- Erin Hunter
Now I am an axolotl. -- Julio Cortazar
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset. -- Gwen Calvo
Great Cyclopean cities of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror. -- H.p. Lovecraft
Arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face. -- Diana Gabaldon
The air
pregnant with rainbows
shatters its mirrors
over the grove.
- Air -- Federico Garcia Lorca
Adrianne Harun's dark, mysterious novel is by turns Gothic and grittily realistic, astute and poetic in its evocation of evil everywhere. -- Andrea Barrett
The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars ... -- Virginia Woolf
Little Arin has missed me. I will not be parted from him."
"Would you consider changing his name?"
"No."
"What if I begged?"
"Not a chance."
"Roshar, the tiger has grown."
"And what a sweet big boy he is. -- Marie Rutkoski
Legacy Damian Green -- Damian Green
garden. I have been defeated, -- Michael D. O'brien
Nothing can be more airy and beautiful than the transparent seed-globe-a fairy dome of splendid architecture. -- Henry Ward Beecher
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. -- John Milton
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only. -- Nora Roberts
Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion. -- Sarah J. Maas
And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an abyss. -- Arundhati Roy
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi) -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation -- Veronica Roth
The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy. -- W.b.yeats
You sure you're not a Roman, Annabeth? Or an Amazon? -- Rick Riordan
A unicorn in this magical star.
In my new home.
My ethereal home.
Saturna -- Deepika Kumaaraguru
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death. -- Sarah J. Maas
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks. -- Sappho
Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin) -- Kinley Macgregor
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra -- Roberto Calasso
Over the wine-dark sea. -- Homer
City of memories, city of mirrors. -- Justin Cronin
If Fairyland-Below is Fairyland's shadow, what is the shadow of Fairyland-Below? What's under the underworld?"
Ell laughed like thunder rolling somewhere far off. "I'm afraid it's underworlds all the way down, my dearest, darling flying ace. -- Catherynne M Valente
heights th' immortal Gods, Jove -- Homer
Against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night. -- Anne Rivers Siddons
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths
Whence a smokeless incense breathes. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Arithmancy looks -- J.k. Rowling
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset -- Scott Mason
jessamine. Flowering -- Kathy Reichs
THE MARK OF ATHENA BABY!!!!!! -- Rick Riordan
Philo of Alexandria, -- Sara Lewis Holmes
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr] -- Robert Burns
Full bloom, the pastures turning an impossible emerald green, she -- Rita Mae Brown
I stand there at the corner, known
by the equinox and knowing
nothing, exposed by the alethic
light of those apples,
that fearless crocus,
the magnolia tree, its chandelier
of tears. -- Warren Heiti
The popular breeze - Aura popularis -- Marcus Tullius Cicero
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying. -- Guy Gavriel Kay
Coasted up the Adriatic, its shores swimming in an atmosphere of amber, rose, and aquamarine; we lay in wide land-locked harbours, we roamed through ancient and noble cities, -- Kenneth Grahame
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades. -- Alexander Pope
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna. -- Amie Kaufman
The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face. -- Joseph Conrad
Enchanted Garden at last. The silent garden with the sweet smell of stocks, gardenias and roses, this garden I so often walk in my dreams. Sleep -- Gerda Taljaard
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed -- Michael Palmer
I have gazed on the face of Agamemnon, -- Heinrich Schliemann
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore. -- Cameron Dokey
Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men - because she'd cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs. -- Gena Showalter
Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain. -- Empedocles
A sorrowing sky, the days and nights washed by the grief of angels ... -- Dean Koontz
Anatasia
You Are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian -- E.l. James
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things. -- John Milton
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering -- Thomas E. Sniegoski
Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head -- Charles Dickens
Is Adrian here?"
"Who?"
"Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes."
She frowned. "Do you mean Jet?"
"I ... I'm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?"
The girl nodded sagely. "Yup. You must mean Jet. -- Richelle Mead
Green hills wash sunlight blue. -- Mike Mullin
Under the glimmer of moonlight among towering forest trees, walks the goddess Artemis. Close to her side she carries with her a silver bow and arrows. -- Victoria Lynn Schmidt
Acadia "Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." Homer, The Iliad -- Mia Sheridan
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy -- William Shakespeare
you are ares' lost sister.
goddess of sedated battles and lost girls.
always full of other people and never yourself. -- Salma Deera
By night within that ancient house Immense, black, damned, anonymous. -- Tracy Letts
Green grass breaks through snow,
Artemis pleads for my help,
I am so cool. -- Rick Riordan
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that? -- Adrian Mckinty
It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.' 'Damianos.' He -- C.s. Pacat
Autumn of the Patriarch, -- Isabel Allende
Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail. -- Madame De Stael
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven. -- James Montgomery
soul it shaped. Laurel -- Kate Morton
I vote, I challenge Bathymaasy and we shoot arrows at you dearest brother. Artemis
Set and Bathymaas laughed.
Apollo, not so much. -- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope. -- Jack Nicklaus
The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. -- John Milton
Chapter 19 Where are you, Aeney? You slip away from me as you always did. Where are you? -- Niall Williams
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME. -- Edgar Allan Poe
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear. -- Bruce Springsteen
Akhenaten could have possibly been the ancient Egyptian figure onto whom authority descended (either by self proclaimed inspiration or any other means) to literally and physically cut off the link with the upper heavens. -- Ibrahim Ibrahim
ALEXAS
Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood. -- William Shakespeare
Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence. -- E. M. Forster
You speak horse?" Hazel asked.
"Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing," Percy said. "Uh, I mean a Neptune thing."
"Then you and Arion should get along fine," Hazel said. "He's a son of Neptune too."
Percy turned pale. "Excuse me? -- Rick Riordan
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting. -- Robert Southey
An alkie in full defiant -- Ken Bruen
"Angelophany" is the visible or otherwise tangible manifestation of angels to human beings. Abraham Lincoln frequently mentioned that he was visited by angels at the White House ... -- James R. Lewis
Give me a hidden eddy
a residence free from dust and noise
paths of newly trampled grass
clouds above for neighbors
birds to help me sing
no one asking for sermons
springtime for this Saha tree
nowadays lasts how many years -- Han-Shan
the cloak of Sorrow: O -- W.b.yeats
