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Bheid and Leitha, but he didn't say anything.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Barrabas came to us by the sea.
Ananna of Tanarau is a delightfully irascible heroine, inhabiting a fascinating and fresh new world that I would love to spend more time in. Pirate ships? Camels? Shadow dwelling assassins? Yes please! Can I have some more?
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Temeraire
Never fear; I am going; the Son of Heaven will not tolerate delays, and Barham gives me leave. Allegiance will carry us! Pray eat something
L.
ShadowClan is turning into a bunch of fox-hearts." Bluefur
Hi there. I am the Gwarda, Breccan, the good-looking, sweet one." He winked. "The one thundering, yet, remaining aloof," he said loudly and continued, "is Darius. He's a savage, you know," he said quietly, leaning closer like he was telling her a secret.
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
This boa, the American columns, are being besieged between Basra and other towns north, west, south and west of Basra. The Americans are the people who are under siege.
Brigands demand your money or your life; women require both.
Babi (alt. spelling Baba) is a bloodthirsty Baboon God.
Something peculiar is happening to my head. I remember that my father was Barnaby, but I had another named Balaton. Unless that's a lake in Albania.
Bronn said. He was near a shadow himself; bone thin and bone hard, with black eyes and black hair and a stubble of beard.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Taran. We go down fighting.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Brys, how big do you want to make your escort?"
"Two brigades and two battalions, sire."
"Is that reasonable?" Tehol asked, looking around.
"I have no idea," Janath replied. "Bugg?"
"I'm no general, my Queen."
"We need an expert opinion, then," said Tehol. "Brys?
My name is Gilan. The King wants to see you.
THE LUCIAN BANE BOOM TEAM:
Patron Saint of Failures St Birgitta of Sweden.
Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
You're still ... Declan?"
Voice hoarse, he said, "Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!
What the ancients called Bogan, as separate from Ashla.
The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.
So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.
Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
Good-bye bilauta
Party name of Thorn? Tristran of that set?
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
Besyn larveth'is!
Once a barbarian princess, always a barbarian princess.
The Black Pirate,
Keep fighting, you daughters and sons of goats!" Birgitte yelled, loosing arrows at the mercenaries. "I might be dead, but I'm still your bloody commander, and you will obey orders!
Malina looked incredulous. "Are you anything more than a Druid?"
"Of course I am. I own this shop and I play a mean game of chess, and I've been told that I'm a frakkin' Cylon."
"What's a frakkin' Cylon?"
"I don't know, but it sounds really scary when you say it with a Polish Accent.
You're outnumbered.' That had never mattered much to me before. 'Drop the gun, Bandit.' Malik sneered.
'There's only one man who gets to call me that,' I said. 'And you're not near as good-looking as him.
You talk as if Bea were a trophy.'
'No, as if she were a blessing,' Fermin corrected.
it the bloody-brinjal-and-bugger-all. Which is
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
You really turning mercenary on your favorite older brother? (Dev)
No. I would never do that to Alain. (Aimee)
Ouch! Bearswan got 'tude. (Dev)
Your horse is named Small.
Yes.
Mine is named Big.
-Fire and Brigan
Well, I've always wanted to call my son Barr."
"Like a tavern? Like a soap?"
"My father's name is Barr."
"Oh. And I love it!
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
Bluebell," she said, remembering from Erotique. "Pretty name."
"I call Dmitri Dark Overlord."
"Shae," Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. "Now, pretty Bluebell" - another languid stroke across her skin - "tell the Overlord what you discovered.
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.
Freya, I killed a man.
Someone stake that bastard, please, and for the sake of the gods, dust Benny off the table by the fountain. The powder's disgusting and it's getting into the blood. (Apollite)
In 1804, M. Myriel was the Cure of B - [Brignolles]. He was already advanced in years, and lived in a very retired manner.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
The sky-like limpid eyes,
The circular infant's face,
The stiffness from spats to collar
Never relaxing into grace;
The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,
Showed only when the daylight fell
Level across the face
Of Brennbaum "The Impeccable".
Shaselle?"
"What now?" I incredulously exclaimed.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?"
"What?"
"I have a day off duty. We could-"
"No!" I shouted. "What is this?
Do not pluck the beard of a dead lion.
[Lat., Noli
Barbam vellere mortuo leoni.]
Together, Ben and Chon make up a collective pacifist. Ben is the paci Chon is the fist.
You shall be known among us as Usul, the base of the pillar. This is your secret name, your troop name. We of Sietch
#Bellarke forever.
blatherskate," I
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
Where are we? -Braeden
In the deepest part of your mind, where Carden can never find you. It's the goodness you've developed despite everything, the kindness and love you're capable of even though you were born to kill. Hide here with me, and he'll never find us. -Kara
Yossarian!!!(?)!
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.
Now remember, Kate." Barabas leaned over to me, grinning. "You are the Consort. Be the Consort." He stretched "be" into a three-syllable word. "Think like a-"
"Open the door or I'll punch you right in the face," I growled.
The legendary Tuatha De Danaan had come! And what did the grand Keltar laird do?
Fainted like a willy-nilly peahen.
HERE LIES BROM
Who was a Dragon Rider
And like a father
To me.
May his name live on in glory.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen."
"She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
Bhagavan - in Tibetan, "One who has destroyed the four Maras,"2 which are death, distraction, pride, and the emotional obscurations. The
Brianna," I heard a sweet voice call to me from somewhere above the clouds. "Brianna Valente, this is your captain calling," came that sweet voice again.
Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.
English dragoons
Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
The goddess Nemesis, Bertol Grimmer's favourite motif after the War. The goddess of revenge.
May you always have a friend that is worth that name. Irish blessing
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!
coltish-looking,
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Bjorn Borg looks like a hunchbacked, jut-bottomed version of Lizabeth Scott, impersonating a bearded Apache princess.
Enguerran looked up at Damen. The last
time they had faced one another,
Enguerran had been trying to
bar Damen from Touars's hall. An
Akielon has no place in the company of
men.
P.s. In case you don't know what "Do what needs to be done" means, it means that I want you to go bloody slaughter as many of the Sharan channelers as you can. I'll bet you a full Tar Valon mark-it's only been shaved on the sides a little-that you can't kill twenty.-MC
missive from Mat to Galad
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Perry Johansson.
Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. "Celaena Sardothien, at your service."
The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. "How dare you deceive me?" She sketched a bow.
"I did nothing of the sort. I told you I was beautiful.
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
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.
What do you want, Alvaro?
- Kristine
Ikaw. Marry me.
- Alvaro
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!
Ulick Norman Owen.
Breitenau." The first policeman
Tea with a Chenjan. What was next? Ahmed thought. Dinner with bel dames?
Now, Benny was no eejit. He wasn't expecting the Tunisian nationals to be Irish. What he did expect was darkish people with Irishy personalities.
That was not what he got.
The Tunisians weren't interested in conforming to Benny's preconceptions. They stubbornly insisted on being themselves.