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Caleb had been my imperfection, with his slightly Americanized British accent, and the way he could play any sport and quote any philosopher. He was such a mix of class and jock, romance and jerk, it made me crazy.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.
Thiel, tall, troubled, bewildered
We got everythin' we need here. We got Baileys, creamy, and, um ... everythin' good. I'll get ya another Baileys
Linc Hawkins," Erin answered. "He's
A word, Sir Jamie. Quickly!"
You may speak freely, Alwyn," Jamie sighed. "You are always making too mcuh of minor incidents."
You're no' going to believe it, Sir Jamie," Alwyn gasped. "But I swear every male Fergusson alive is outside our gate.
Hi, my name is Ryan Foxheart. Oh no! There's danger afoot! Let me pull out my sword and pose." I mimed pulling a sword from my side and cocked an eyebrow. "Notice how dashing I am. And immaculate. And today, my hair is parted on the right. Wink.
Stupid Fucking Logan Fucking Matthews
I think of Dermot Healy as the heir to Patrick Kavanagh.
Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!" he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It's Ainsley!"
"He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows.
Cole - For the fifth labour what better treat than to sling giant chunks of dung
want to forget Silas
He was an image of Ronan, and also of Declan, and also of Matthew. A handsome devil with one eye the color of a promise and the other the color of a secret.
Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Yes, my name is Seamus - pronounced SHAY-mus - Rafael Goldberg. Try being five with that name.
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
So, if it's an axe weilding maniac reeking bloody havoc all over the neighborhood, exactly what are we going to defend ourselves with, our boners?
Callum to Jacob
Oh dear. I have just seen Angus hunkering down in the long grass. He's stalking their poodle. I'll have to intervene to avert a massacre. Oh, it's OK, Mrs. Next Door has thrown a brick at him.
Logan McCade. Paging Logan 'Pantyripper' McCade. Please return to your conference call.
hey gallagher girl
Ian - is that by chance Ian Murray?" Grey asked, but then answered himself. "I suppose it must be; how many Mohawks can there be named Ian?
Gilly Gilleshpee
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I ... yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."
Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven.
Wager: It's good to see you smiling.
Connor: There's not a whole hell of a lot to smile about. Some freak of nature attacked me today, my best friend has run off with the key, and I need to get laid.
Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.
It'd be funny if one of them was called Gavin. Funny but irrelevant.
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
your uncle Geoffrey.
Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham's name. Mac likes to say, We're Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie ... he broke me.
His eyes were a lot older than fifteen.
Persephone Hadley(,regarding Callum McGregor)
Call me Maximilian.'
A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said.
Traaaiiinnn," Roc repeats slowly, sounding out the word for me like I'm stupid. "T-R-A-I-N. Spell it with me, Tristan.
I just got called Nigel ...
Puck Connolly," says the old man. "Don't be looking at him like that." Such a statement is too tantalizing to ignore. "Who is he?" "Lord, that's Sean Kendrick,
He hams his Brummie accent, I tell myself, the way so many ex-pats ham their lost identity. The moustache is a pose. Yet, he hams this unpredictable matey belligerence, this curiously Midlands attitude. Colin is home away from home, I reflect, even if not the home you ever really liked.
Heather turned her voice up full volume. "Gabriel Michael Archer, wake up this minute!"
With his eyes still closed, he grumbled, "My middle name isn't Michael."
"I don't care. Wake up!
Curran.
"You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around."
You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. "You must think you're funny.
You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting.
"And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.
Caleb! Stop napping!"Nick
So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal
" Annabelle tried to break in.
Don't look at me like that, Michael Cole.
Talkin' like dogs fightin'," he explained. "Grrrr! Wuff!" He growled, shaking his head in illustration like a dog worrying a rat, and I saw Fergus's shoulders shake in suppressed hilarity. "Scots for sure," I said, trying not to laugh.
If I don't take a chance with Gavin Murphy, I think I'll always regret it.
You, Cole. I like you.
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
Fang looked at the newest bird kid. Dylan was an inch or two taller than he was, and somewhat heavier built, though he still had the long, lean look of a human-avian hybrid-you couldn't make bricks fly.
When I met you Izzy, you crawled under my skin, you hit me so hard and I can't stop thinking about you. I can't leave you alone. ~ Declan
Paddy Eagan, stay away from falling signs for a bit and you'll be as right as rain come the weekend.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean.
It was some time ago - in the twelfth century, as you humani measure time - a man from the land of the Scots. I do not remember his name." Both Sophie and Josh instinctively knew that Hekate was lying. "What happened to him?" Sophie asked. "He died." There was a peculiar high-pitched giggle.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
So do you have a kilt?" Megan asked him. When I glared at her, she said, "What? He only said you couldn't ask." She looked at him. "So do you?"
Straightening up, Zachary rubbed the back of his neck and smirked. "I might, I might."
God, he was gorgeous. And Scottish. But maybe kind of an ass.
The front of the man's kilt suddenly became very wet and Ian's eyes widened in surprise.
"Did he jsut piss in a Munro kilt?"
Ruairi smiled. "I think he did."
"The bastard has nay respect.
Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He's my son.
Percy, who was looking immensely
Who could forget Malcolm Devon?
Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous.
Good boy, Devon," I taunted. "You got me home before dark. If you can sit, shake and roll over, too, I'm sure Callum will give you a doggie treat.
Wait a minute, hold up. Stop everything. His name is Barry -" i started. "-Derry?" Mimi finished. We collapsed on the floor howling amid chopsticks and soy packets. "Silence, whores, silence. Besides, Reynolds, you dated a guy named James motherfucking Brown," Sophia snapped back.
Declan's eternal position as an outsider, neither a dreamer nor a dream.
couldn't be more Scottish if it was painted blue and smelled of burning peat and your ginger sister.
My breath slipped from me, almost a groan. Trent Kalamack. The obscenely successful, smiling businessman, ruthless bio- and street-drug lord, elf in hiding, and pain-in-my-ass-extraordinaire Trent Kalamack. Right on schedule. Why is it you show up only when I need money?
He said that if I ever hurt you, he'd find me and kill me. I told him that if I ever hurt you, I'd want him to. - Aiden MacRae
Jacob." A whisper of the past.
The Aidan Effect.
Jesus. We got it, dude!" Aiden says. "We all know we're Donavans. We don't need a formal adoption process or the official name change to tell us that. It's a given. Just take the vote, Shane.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
What's his name?" Jessica asked.
"Kai," I said. "Kai Awana."
Paisley nudged me. "I'm sure you know him as Kai Awana jump his bones.
The guy from the bar appeared silently at Uncle Billy's side, his expression cool and steady. He nodded at me once, and turned to my uncle. Seeing him face-to-face,I knew, absolutely, he wasn't just a regular customer. He was a complicationa. A big one. Mo, meet Colin Donnelly. Your bodyguard.
You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.
Andrew is going to be one of my problems. Dean thinks it's great fun
he knows what is in the wind as well as I do. He is always teasing me about my red-headed young man
my r.h.y.m. for short.
"He's almost a rhyme," said Dean.
"But never a poem," said I.
I love you, and you're the measure of my wrath.
Declan.
away from Clive.
And Ronan Lynch looked like Niall Lynch, which was to say, he looked like an asshole.
Who do you think's after you, Shane, my lad? Or is it just the dark you're afeared of?
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Wade Dooley: With a handle like that he sounds more like a western sheriff than the Lancashire bobby that he is.
It is Patrick the Legend, of course, who is most engaging and comes to us as something of a happy Celtic party monster.
If you'd spent your life being called "Gyles Brandreth", you would crawl across broken glass to achieve the bliss, the simplicity, the purity, the joy of simply being called "Bob".
sings in the background like a big bale of black coming towards me through moorland mist.
On the most Scottish thing he'd ever seen: I was going through a town called Bathgate at around 11 o'clock at night. And there was a guy leaning and pissing against a front door. He then took out his keys and went inside.
Jockey Wilson, he comes from the valleys and he's chuffing like a choo-choo train!
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Johnny, he is bounce, effort, and snark.
A big, robust guy with blond hair and a relatively insolent grin, Shane was supersmart. I never had to tell him anything. He knew what to do at all times.
Millie, honey, Josh is gone." Millie
A banty-rooster sort of guy, the kind that likes to pick fights, especially when the odds are all their way.
Scots they're either nice or they're horrid and these two are horrid. The Scots wont like that Eamon, thats bordering on racism. Its not racism its ethnic criticism Bill.
Gavin Blake, you're more of a man than any man I've ever known. You're gentle. You're kind. You're strong and witty. You're personable and warm, and you can reduce most females into blithering puddles of goo with the simplest words.
Connor wears a billion-dollar grin. Words are my favorite sex toy,
I pick up Dylan. He certainly takes after his father: about three-quarters of his body weight seems to be head, and three-quarters of that is ears.
Who and what are you?" "You called my name when you released me the first time," he said impatiently. " 'Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I'm but a man.
Duncan, what are you?"
"Human!" Duncan cried, trembling with excitement.
"More specific," Liam said, still dramatically.
"A five-foot-two human!"
"I'm going for hero here," Liam hinted under his breath.
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
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!
Michael Cole, what did you get for Christmas? Except drunk.