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Stormy, who was larger than life, who taught me how to apply red lipstick "so it lasts even after a night of kisses and champagne," she said. I
Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It's odd I didn't notice earlier, but he doesn't carry himself like a short guy. Most are shy or defensive, or some messed-up combination of the two, but St. Clair is confident and friendly and -
Charlotte. There's a girl on the roof. She says her name is Lena... She says she brought the helicopter you wanted? - August
Suzanne... I have to go. I'm so sorry, love, but I'm leaving.
My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey."
"But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver.
Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
For now Valkyrie remembered where she had seen that name before. In the Book of Names, in that final column. Next to Stephanie Edgley, next to Valkyrie Cain. Her true name. The only name that ever really mattered.
Darquesse.
Marilla lighted a candle and
Be yourself
Matthew Clairmont. Complete with your sharp vampire teeth and your scary mother, your test tubes full of blood and your DNA, your infuriating bossiness and your maddening sense of smell.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
Genevieve has a secret admirer waiting for her outside reported Annabelle.
We think he's a prince Grace added.
Or maybe a cutthroat finished Charlotte.
All that I know is that Claire Lyons should consider herself done, done and you know what else?
DONE!
She was my little lark. The name had entered my mind the moment I laid eyes on her,
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
I don't know, Laurel, said David, and I loved how he said my name, like he enjoyed it.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
Do you remember little Zoe Octavia Lexham?' he said.
His aunt cast her pale blue gaze in the direction of the great chandelier, as though that was where she kept her memory. 'Zoe Octavia,' she said.
I want what Claire has with Jessie.
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.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Violet Markey, I'd like to be your partner on this project.
MARIE ,THE MADAM-She has the looks of Liz Taylor and the brains of a Wall Street broker. " We were lovers for a hot five minutes when I first hit the TL. Marie always liked a lot of diamonds,and I've always liked alot of girls. With that combination,we're better off as friends.
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
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The door slams in my face before I can finish.
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daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
In the end, Cole St. Clair had done what he did best. Disappeared.
Clare is good, spiky company, and she is the very best companion to have in a bad situation. Trouble brings out the cheer beneath her darkness, unlike everyday life, which tends to have the opposite effect
Sarah...loved the way the light lit the silence first thing in the morning.
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Clair watched the young man pour Paul's Scotch with a previously unseen professionalism. Her wedding ring, her gentle brush-offs, and her outright rejection had been minor obstacles compared to the big no of another man kissing her cheek.
Levi will kill me the minute he sees me, and I don't trust Madeline. There's something in her eyes ... "
"I believe that's integrity and dedication in her job."
"Yeah. It's disturbing.
Jean Louise Finch always made this journey by air,
I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.
Diana," he whispered. "My Diana.
Juliette.
I can't control a nightmare, but in my waking moments her name is the only reminder I will permit myself.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Claire, the love of my life and mother of my child. The owner of my heart and soul and the inspiration for every song I write. If you ever doubt how much I love you, I'll always be there to remind you. And if I should leave this Earth before you, I'll haunt the fuck out of you.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.
Holy crap. It's Juliet!
Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He's my son.
gone on Miss Lily.
She's a lovely young woman from upstate New York, but you should be very thankful for those romance-novel-reading, tween-movie-watching women. They've had a big hand in making our town a success." "And Julian's love life, once he learned to spray himself with glitter.
Florence Nightendick
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Katherine. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is like me.
KING HENRY. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
KATHERINE. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.
Sabrina fair
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of Lillies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.
To all the girls I've loved before,
To Sylvie, Sophie, Gabrielle and Lenore,
The raven may tap and crow upon my door,
But regardless of any plans of fate, or enticing lures,
I promise to love you forevermore.
Her aura is like yours - it's blue," he said. "The clairvoyant aura!"
"Is it?" She was going to be extremely annoyed if this was how she had gotten her name - like naming a puppy Fluffy.
Cole Thomas.'
The name, like an incantation, was on her lips.
Charlene says:I hope I can be a star. I want to be able to set goals so I know where I'm going. It feels like I've been sort of floating around without being sure where I'd end up because I haven't figured out what I'd really like to do.
Have you ever been to Paris before?" I asked Kylian.
"No, though from what I've seen, I'm sure it's worth a trip. And even with what little I saw I think it's quite fitting for you to be the Patroness of Paris. You're like Paris and Paris is like you."
"Noisy?"
"A mystery.
Well, she's either Jackie or . . . hey, how about Stormy? Like some North Hollywood stripper?
She's life, and I'm death. Prescott Burlington-Smyth is everything I want to be. A storm moving out of a shit situation at the speed of light, not looking back to spare a glance at the casualties of her actions. How
Let us go on and see little Susan, said Margaret, drawing her companion up a grassy road-way, leading under the shadow of a forest glade. With all my heart, though I have not an idea who little Susan may be. But I have a kindness for all Susans, for simple Susan's sake.
I don't even know what to say." Aeron.
"I do. Fuck." Paris.
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]
"Don't they teach you anything in your schools?"
"Not about this."
"Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
The Chanel woman? I don't even need to see; I smell her from round the corner.
This is the real Madame. I can see why she hides herself in accents and gems and exotic perfumes. I can see why she's grown to hate anything to do with love. She isn't evil or corrupt the way that Vaughn is. She's broken. Only broken.
Hi, my name is Tess.
Test it out, whispering my own name in Claire's ear, but the syllables are lost in a sudden breeze, and the soft sound is carried far out to sea, where it will swirl and mingle and be lost and present for all the rest of time.
But I want to see Clara, Charlie's friend, who's right up my street. I want to see her because I don't know where my street is; I don't even know which part of town it's in, which city, which country, so maybe she'll enable me to get my bearings.
Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
JEAN
I need him like the axe needs the turkey.
HARRINGTON
Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.
My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.
That works fine for me . . . Sienna Lauren Snow.
You're my light, Amanda. In a life full of shadows, and darkness, and monsters, you're my light. When the blackness fades, and the memories subside, you'll be there. You're always there.
Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was not refreshment, but mortal chill.
My name's Margareta, by the way." "Oh," I said, then thought that I ought to say something more. She looked as if she were expecting a reply, but what could I say? What could I possibly have to say about her name? Her name was Margareta. Okay. Good. Nice name.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Jasper to her. I was obliged
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
You're an angel."
He opened his violet eyes.
"Tell me more."
"You're Daniel Grigori,"Lucy continued. "You're the angel who has loved me for thousands of years ...
You came here of your own free will, Claire. I won't be denied. You're mine now, and I intend to keep you.
St. Clair wanders around, picking up things and examining them like I did in Meredith's room. He inspects the collection of banana and elephant figurines lined up on my dresser. He holds up a glass elephant and raises his dark eyebrows in question.
What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can't be real.
This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence.
Don't think, he'd said, because it was easier than saying, Take me for who I am.
He couldn't bear that suddenly. He wanted it without pretences, without excuses, his fingers curling hard into Laurent's hair.
'It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.'
'Damianos.
I love coming back into Chersonesus in the afternoon; the city is lit up by the sun beginning to set. The sound of the water rushing past the hull, and the sky is as blue as Helena's eyes."
"Did I hear a woman's name?
What makes you Vivian.' I liked the way he said my name, all throaty on the V's, all stretched to its rightful three syllables.
Bon chance, mon ami, Dante called softly.
Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.
In my work I sometimes borrow Claire's nature, as well as her careful focus on the world.
James was a good man, and although Farren had never met Q, Chanel's sorry ass baby daddy, judging off the way Chanel acted and carried herself, she knew that Chanel could do better. In
I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't.
She appears sunny, a quality that Mirabelle can call upon only for special occasions.
I probably shouldn't even be in here. This is something best left to her family - and Claire is like family. I'm nobody. But God, do I want to be somebody for her.
Pick me Amelia. Please, pick me. Be the one who finally picks me.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?
ORLANDO: Yes, just.
JAQUES: I do not like her name.
ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.