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Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli
Her name's Brienne.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
Yeah, Vanessa. I also call her Red, Viper, Princess, and behind her back, Woman-who's-driving-me-fucking-insane.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
Yes, Mrs. Todd, a bonny, bouncing baby girl." Sylvie thought
Well, proud Mary's fat arse!
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
... and who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Tina."
"Thank goodness!" I said so loudly she stepped back. "No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl."
"It's short for Christina Caresse Chavelle."
"Well, you did the best you could.
Angela Wexler, person
Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood.
Well, she's either Jackie or . . . hey, how about Stormy? Like some North Hollywood stripper?
What happened to her now?
her kitten-pink tongue
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
The whorl of her stars.
[A]ll her life she [Chantal] had been carefully, heroically watching over mediocre beings who were hardly real, over things of no value.
Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you. Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm.
The Seeker's host body was named Lacey; a dainty, soft, feminine name. Lacey. As inappropriate as the size, in my opinion. Like naming a pit bull Fluffy.
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
"
The door slams in my face before I can finish.
"
daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
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.
She's our lost princess. And she's coming home.
Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
Jessica, who loves stories,
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.
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.
I have a name," I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder.
"Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel," he said, trying it out in different ways. "No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!" he said in a high falsetto. "It's Rachel! Run! Hide!
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
We're all attracted to the perfume of fermenting joy, we've all tried to start a fire, and one day maybe it will blaze up on its own. In the meantime, she is the one today among us most able to bear the idea of her own beauty ...
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.
She screams my name, and I know she's coming.
God, I love her voice.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.
lilting cadence,
Jane Jameson."
He grinned. "Like the porn star."
I gaped at him. "What? No, Jane Jameson."
"Oh, not as fun," he said, making disappointed clucking noises.
She's my Tallahassee lassie down in FLA.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.
Denise Donatelli is a musician's singer!
She's my dream catcher.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
Her real name will come later, but her current code name is Petunia.
mistress of Netherfold.
Katherine the Midwife
away from Eden. She's mine.
That girl you can't stop thinking about; the one that makes you feel shit you don't think you're allowed to feel; Dillon, she can't hear a word you say. Cadence - she's deaf.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
Juliette. His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second.
She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside.
-Gibraltar to Quinn
Hera the cow queen,
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
That girl can barely spell her name.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
You never got her last name, did you?" Kayden asks, covering his mouth with his hand to try and hide a laugh. The one that still breaks through and makes the urge to hit him even worse.
"It didn't seem important. You wanna clue me in?"
"Taylor. Cadence Taylor. Dumbass.
When you hear the voice of Rosa Ponselle, you hear a fountain of melody blessed by the Lord.
She was the sort of girl called "bonny" - not beautiful, but lively and nicely made, with something about her that took the eye.
My name is Mike. Instantly forgettable. Unlike Heather. What a breathless little name that is.
Mary Quant is my favourite fashion designer.
Baine was controlling her passion, curbing it from a destructive wild-natured thing, to something beautiful and wonderful. For the countless time since his arrival, Ivy found herself not caring about anything else. All she wanted was for the mouth dance to continue. Forever.
Please don't try to figure out who she is because then you might figure
Charlotte. There's a girl on the roof. She says her name is Lena... She says she brought the helicopter you wanted? - August
At night, she whispered into the pipes: I hate it here. Please take me away, let me be something other than Marya, something magical, with a round belly. Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?
Isabelle. Simon's mouth moved to form the shape of her name, pressing it into his pillow. He'd told himself he wasn't going to think about her, not until he was really getting somewhere in the Acedemy. Not until he was on his way to being better, being the person she wanted him to be.
Rosalyn Bruyere has been one of the most important teachers of hands-on healing in the world for many years. I will always be grateful for what I have learned from her.
Please welcome our hometown girl, a Winsor Cougar, a world-famous recording artist. Please welcome Chanin Anne.
Cowgirl...or Belle. Just not Cow Belle.
The velvet voice of her soul.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
her - nobody but Sarah;
silver jubilee. He
Hailey Dashford Reid, with her silky brown hair and big, smoky blue eyes, all prim and proper and so fucking sexy it makes my nuts ache. Also, totally off-limits.
Her sound is a siren's song, calling me to the rocks.
She has more names than petticoats.
Victoria Principal - she
her true name is never spoken aloud.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Her name was Tolly Mune, but in the stories they call her all sorts of things.
Ashleigh was the answer to a prayer I hadn't even known how to put together. She was all up in my boundaries, and it was a wonderful thing.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
defiant, and her words have rough, girlish hope. The
The Chanel woman? I don't even need to see; I smell her from round the corner.
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
Catharine Victoria Santoro di Valleria." Cat blinked. "Why are you 'full naming' me?
I'm, like, really bad at remembering names.
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
Listen to this," said Maddie. "Cerise Hood. Cedar Wood. Cerise Hood. Cedar Wood. Cedar, you and Cerise have to be friends or your names will get mad and just march right off you!