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Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.
Neither Blane nor I are your happily-ever-after princess. Blane will break your heart, and I'm the guy your mom warned you about. Don't kid yourself about that.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
The cunning livery of hell.
it the bloody-brinjal-and-bugger-all. Which is
You're going down, Bronwyn. Them's fighting words.
Gilly Gilleshpee
comely Savannah Frost approaching my front door. She
Tully/Ysolde: "Brom?" I asked, releasing his head. He reeled backwards for a moment, his eyes huge. "Are you all right?"
Brom: "I couldn't breathe," he said, giving my boobs a wary glance.
Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
I cringed at the stupid 'b' word. Really, the English language is kind of limited in that department.
Bloy was the ultimate weapon against the twentieth century, its mediocrity, its moronic 'engagement,' its cloying humanitarianism; against Sartre, and Camus, and all their political playacting; and against all those sickening formalists, the nouveau roman, the pointless absurdity of it all.
LEONTES Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!
#Bellarke forever.
Bluie, the blue stuffed bear I'd had since I was, like, one - back when it was socially acceptable to name one's friends after their hue.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
She wasn't just a B-girl, she was carrying the whole ugly world in her eyes.
Bleeping faeries," I muttered darkly. Why couldn't they leave me alone?
Uber-vamp's eyes lit up. "Faeries? Do you know where I can find one?"
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me,if I could, I'd set you loose on the whole race.
Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"
Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
THE ADVENTURE OF THE BERYL CORONET
Handmaiden of the Blythe family at Ingleside, never lost an opportunity of calling her "Mrs. Marshall Elliott," with the most killing and pointed emphasis, as if
Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.
Good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne?
Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
For naturall Bloud is in like manner made of the fruits of the Earth; and circulating, nourisheth by the way, every Member of the Body of Man.
Tybalt's what we call 'Cait Sidhe' - the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes."
"Meow," said Tybalt, deadpan.
Bhakti is expressed through our service attitude.
B*tch: a reflection of people's lack of creativity & inability to acknowledge & embrace a powerful woman; a woman who won't comply.
I'm a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
Brenna is my calm in life. She is my peace and my silence in a world that never stops talking or moving.
My black cat was named Blackie.
sings in the background like a big bale of black coming towards me through moorland mist.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe, -
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
Knightly love is blent with reverence As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
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.
Substance of Bhakti is Surrender and Humility.
Names are not always what they seem. The common Welsh name Bzjxxllwcp is pronounced Jackson.
I'm Breq, from the Gerentate.
Necklace. The parchment curled, blackened, and took flame. Theon was aghast. "Have you gone mad?" His father laid a stinging backhand across his cheek. "Mind your tongue. You are not in Winterfell now, and I am not Robb the Boy, that you should speak to me so. I am the Greyjoy, Lord Reaper of Pyke,
Nameless McBitchypants
Bolor-Erdene urged Dinah to address her as Bo. She was obviously of Far Eastern stock, and yet there was something in her eyes and cheekbones that did not look precisely Chinese. Dinah's preliminary googling had already told her that Bo was Mongolian. Yuri
Rather, it is from the blather, rather, I am made.
I am Birgitte Silverbow," Birgitte announced, as if to dispel doubt. "The Horn of Valere has sounded, calling all to the Last Battle. The heroes have returned!
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
She got in, as she had persuaded Jerott Blyth to bring her half across France, by force of logic, a kind of flat-chested innocence and the doggedness of a flower-pecker attacking a strangling fig.
Sometimes, Blister was thinking, the only person in the world she could really count on was herself, and that was not enough.
When is a Beryl not a Beryl? 'When it's a Claudia,' he said.
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.
That cocky smile widened. "Hello, bitch," Ansel purred.
"Hello, traitor," Aelin purred right back... "Meet Ansel of Briarcliff, assassin and Queen of the Western Wastes.
abysmally beshitted.
Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.
So, Beav, tell me about yourself." "I'm Blue." "Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either." "My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.
Anne of Austria (with great submission to a Crowned Head do I say it) was a B
. She had spirit and courage without parts, devotion without common morality, and lewdness without tenderness either to justify or to dignify it. Her two sons were no more Lewis the Thirteen's than they were mine.
The Warrior of the Light never forgets the old saying: The good little goat doesn't bleat.
A b*tch is a dog, a dog barks, bark is on a tree, a tree is part of nature, nature is beautiful, so when you call me a b*tch ... thanks for the compliment.
You have to tell him 'go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,'" I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, "or else he won't go." Blane looked at me. "I'm not doing that," he said flatly. "But then he'll go on the bed," I protested. "How about I just point my gun at him," he deadpanned.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
From my new release, Cry for Me.
This is Bryen talking.
"Stop it, T! I knew; my God I predicted you would do this! Start blaming yourself for the sins of my sick brother. He's left a stench of rottenness from here to Illinois!
This building fool could only be Bess of Hardwicke, a woman whose name is seldom seen in print without the word "redoubtable" in front of it. I wondered if anyone ever called her redoubtable to her face. I redoubted it.
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
Beloved Beowulf, remember how you boasted,
Once, that nothing in the world would ever
Destroy your fame; fight to keep it,
Now, be strong and brave, my noble
King, protecting life and fame
Together. My sword will fight at your side!
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Manon Blackbeak awoke to the sighing of leaves, the distant call of wary birds, and the reek of loam and ancient wood. She
Boudicca MacDaede was not the most striking of women, but she had a wryness in character and heartiness in form that recommended her to the rough demands of a farmer's daughter and a soldier's sufferance." ~ First two lines of book 1 in the Haanta Series
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
Ellysetta Baristani." Belliard's voice caused her to stop and turn back around. "Even should you clothe yourself in rags and dirt, you would bring honor to the Fey.
I shall call him Tufty.
Blud's thicker than water.
Th blu nyt
th stRs u can't c
th hum tht nevr gOs awy
The"b" word and the "n" word are like poison, whether you take poison from a vial or pour it into Bavarian crystal, it is still poison.
I stole the y, and what was yours is now ours.Stole-- Jarod Kintz
To encounter 'Beowulf' is like taking a sledgehammer to a quarry face. You must bang in there.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
I have a St. Bernard named B.
I have some bad news. Bjork cannot be here tonight. She was trying on her Oscar dress and Dick Cheney shot her.
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
Pygmalion formed an ivory maid, and longed for an informing soul. She, on the contrary, combined all the qualities of a hero's mind, and fate presented a statue in which she might enshrine them.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.
Blaise's creation, however, was not a myth. She - it - was an artificially created monster with potentially unlimited powers. For all they knew, it could destroy the world and every human being in it. And Blaise was attracted to it. The thought made Augusta so sick she thought she might throw up.
Orange, Longbottom.
Regarding R. H. Blyth: Two men who may be called pillars of the Western haiku movement, Harold G. Henderson and R. H. Blyth ...
to be ME, Merewyn. These
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
Knave of hearts and bane to all women, be it known that you must win your tournament for me, otherwise I shall have a most difficult time explaining to my new lord my newest addition.
-A letter to Stryder, from Rowena
I would have been here sooner but Lysander held me prisoner in our cloud," Bianka said with a grin. "He wouldn't relent until Sabin gave the ok. Which I still don't understand and will continue to punish him for until he spills. Secrets or guts, I don't care which.
Nevertheless, Blecharczyk came through with a new version of a site on March 3, a week before the annual conference in Austin, Texas. The new slogan was "A friend, not a front desk.
In the middle sat Brad Blanton. He was a large man. His shirt, open to his chest, was yellow-white, like his hair. With his sunburned face, he looked like a red ball abandoned in dirty snow.
the BTK Killer (which to me sounds more like something you order from a drive-thru window).
It's not the Mistletoe Knight that these knights are coming for. It's the girl. Lady Jaclyn." "The girl?" Blaise echoed. "She is rumored to be the fairest in the land. Most of these men have come in hopes of winning the land, not for the castle, but for the woman.