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Fortuna, that vicious slut.
closed behind Anne
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Good day, fair maidens.
Anne of Windy Poplars
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
who the heck is dorothy gale?
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
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.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you ...
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
hospital johnny.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
jessamine. Flowering
Strong Phillip, able to lift overweight nymphomaniacs with both hands. Harvey
My character from 'Panda Eyes,' Fay, is the character I see myself in a lot.
I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.
Sing, Marie of Arras. Do not forget, Marie of Arras.
Megs to Jules "Go get your apagasms.
Mistress of the grisly and the glutinous
Aunt Agatha is my tough aunt, the one who eats broken bottles and conducts human sacrifices by the light of the full moon.
of peace and love on a woman's face." Augusta's
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
Did you just call me BEATRICE?
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
I'm assuming those are Daimons. (Susan)
No, they're Avon ladies. (Ravyn)
Gladys.. work has kept you fit
And Bill.. you never moan
Well life's not for carrying cases
With a butler of your own
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry ...
Sisters of the Nigrizia
Her name was Senga. You have to love Glasgow; once everyone figured we had enough people named Agnes, they just reversed the letters and started again. Hillcoat
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and aide, Peabody,
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Elizabeth, Beth, Betsy, and Bess, they all went together to find a bird's nest ...
Melissa officinalis
Nicole, and Earl D. Radmacher labored very hard
Mr. Sausage Nose
I'm an intern with the Union of Fairy Godmothers...
LADY BRACKNELL
I had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now.
ALGERNON
I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.
Magdalene's handjobs,
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds ... We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.
Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
hi my name is gail xxxx #swag
Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
By the tits of Holy Agnes
Sterling Maids clean up with some sexy fun.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
are like sherry in crystal, and
Menagerie. Personally,
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
Definitely not a Gertrude.
Auntie Anne's is a modern-day business miracle that never should have happened.
She's-big-she's-blond-she-works-in-deli Georgia
By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.
She has more names than petticoats.
I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Who ... what are they?"
"My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.
I love fairies. For dinner. - Varian
to do with Lottie's final wishes for her memoirs. With the help of Millie and Henry, Fran and
Sweets and Tarts: The Most Wonderous Bakery in All of Hearts
I collect misspellings of my last name. Jame McRoy, McGros, Legras - it's become kind of a sport.
[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.
Its like Mrs Fitzherbert all over again, or that bloody Simpson woman! I do not believe it!"
"Sorry," said Merlin, wondering who the blazes Mrs Fitzherbert and that bloody Simpson woman
were. He had a feeling Gaius didn't mean Marge.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
Freakin' fairies, you're too damn small!"
"Dude, you're a faecist."
"A what?"
"A fae-racist, you're a faecist."
"That's not even a real word!"
"Patten pending,
between Scylla and Charybdis,
The trouble with Irene is that she has a valise instead of a cunt. She wants
fat letters to shove in her valise.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
The Monstrous Regiment of Women.
Make-Out McGuire
Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
M F K Fisher is the dowager queen of writers on browsing and slicing.
(Humans, take note: You can refer to the Realm as "Faerie" without causing offense, but do not make the mistake of referring to its citizens as "fairies" - unless you want to be punched.) Elfhaeme
Miss Aubrey, come and have pity on us. We are reading novels and feel our manliness diminishing by the moment. Come restore our vanity, do, and tell us we look the dashing officers we once were.
There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy.
Who Stole the Tarts?
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
In every queen there's a touch of floozy.
hey gallagher girl
I am terrible with people's names.
Figjams, her mum would call them: Fuck I'm Great, Just Admire Me.
The words come out of Helen Justineau in a flat monotone. Parks thinks of Gallagher's written report, with its proceeding tos and its thereupons. But Justineau's bowed head and the tightness of her grip on the parapet wall add their own commentary. "I
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
No bal maidens or spallers
Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
Use the prise de fer!" Shelby called. "Lilith sucks at the prise de fer. Correction: Lilith sucks at everything, but especially the prise de fer.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.