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Gervasio Lonquimay
Banned and lionised by drunken cactuses,
eternally sanguine in black and white, raw like the majestic sex on her ruby red deathswoman mouth, silver-coated terror in her eyes.
Welcome to Irkalla, the Land of the Dead," the woman said. "I am Ereshkigal, Queen of the Underworld.
Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain.
Mercy is not a proper Indian name." ... "Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.
Florence Nightendick
Indian summer is like a woman.
Indelible, our last clues to a beautiful woman
It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'"
"That's great," Lana said.
"Invincible. I can't be vinced."
"That's not even a word," Lana said.
"Go ahead: try to vince me," Sanjit said.
She smashes her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks ...
(iViva la Gloria!)
Hera the cow queen,
Why do you have a picture of my mentor, Siri, on the shelf above your fireplace? - Evaline.
...
That's not your mentor... That's my mother, Desiree. - Mina
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
Her name is Portia
She is written in a foreign tongue.
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
This is Vee Gina.
She is no longer a woman of moderation. She is illuminated. She is fire and ice. She is passion, excitement and joy.
I love her, Rajasta, I love her too much to hurt her; and I can give her nothing! No vows, no hope of real happiness, only sorrow and pain and, perhaps, shame ...
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE
Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
I have a crush on Freja Beha.
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
The smiling daughter of the storm.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
the lizard living at the base of her spine
Her face a mask of fury and determination.
Hera!" Hera was theHera-- Rick Riordan
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
Irial!"
"Still here." Irial didn't open his eyes, but he smiled a little.
"You're an ass," Niall said, but he kept his hands on Irial's chest so that he could feel both pulse and breath.
"You too, Gancanagh," Irial murmured.
The whorl of her stars.
Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
Imogene always sits
on the remote. It's probably wedged between her butt cheeks."
"Should I go get a crowbar?
Sofia was ice. She was ripples. She was the kind of person who'd sneak into the zoo after hours just to paint an extra spot on a giraffe's neck. She was stubborn. She was lovely. She was the autumn leaf that refused to fall.
Elizabeth Spencer.
FOR SONIA SANCHEZ
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Among all the dark complexioned women she looked like an apsara. Ramba , Urvasi , Indrani and all other heavenly damsels are incomparable to her beauty.
Sir, perhaps her name is no coincidence. I believe it's Ginger. She's a bit like that damned hurricane. Small, tenacious, and a shit load of a problem.
Why did you call me that?"
"Cinda? Because no one else does.
She is a small woman with a face like a book mite; she is not without opinions.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
I'm quite excited to not play a Xena type character - it's probably closer to me than any character I've ever played.
Murana is the name of the mask I have designed for Venini: a volume to wear for filtering the reality through the glass of its surfaces, a face without sexual or racial connotations able to represent every kind of humanity, a soul for an object that could be casually perceived as a vase ...
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
From that woman on the beach, dusk pours out across the evening waves. ISSA
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Chiara." Her name was a raw warning. "This isn't a good idea."
"I think it's an excellent idea." She stepped in closer to him. "There's something going on here with us. I know you feel it too. I know you don't want to feel it. I'd like to deny it, too, but I can't.
My heroine already is, and is Hulga.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Nora Roberts is cool.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
I loved very much - and so used to torment until she cried - a girl named Sonia.
Madeline Reynolds
highlights of Elena's career,
She rages through my blood, is etched in my alma, and fused to my corazon. quote Ricardo Emmanuel De La Cruz.
Hot & Enchanting, De La Cruz Saga
her cheeks a slight Asian red;
Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.
blessed be
she
who is
both
furious
and
magnificent
silver jubilee. He
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma
Rachel The Huffington Post
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
I often love to hate Aishwarya
A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.
She is that maze,
the one you would love to chase.
She is the faith,
quite missing nowadays.
And her heart is a rave,
with hopeless barricades.
She is the one,
whose tears flow,
just as lavishly,
as her laughter roars!
Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy.
She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
I'm going to kill you, Aja! I'm going to kill you in your face!
A pale, thin, small woman, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, without makeup, without a single piece of jewelry, ascetic (viperous?) (her heart sullied by the world's contagion?) stands beside Eduardo, making him gigantic: she smiles mechanically.
In the face of cold power, she is fire.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Female is female.
Intemperance is a hydra with a hundred heads. She never stalks abroad unaccompanied with impurity, anger, and the most infamous profligacies.
The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
Gaea or one of her minions. But
Nurse Rozetta, I won't let her catch me peering down her sweeter.
My heart beats her name
a Fate in the area and light them up like a flare so the Fate'll take care of the problem." Her gut sinking as she thought of Padre Vega, Imelda said, "What would that look like?" "I have no idea,
The sacred preacher woman; Lailah Gifty Akita.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
Gerda Lerner was fierce, brilliant and unique. She lived history by her bravery, restored history by her scholarship, and democratized its study by her activism.
Ash. It's short for Ashoka."
...
"A hero's name."
...
"I'm not a hero."
...
"Then we will make you one, Ashoka.
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
Iranian women are very courageous and active, even with all the oppression.
She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.
His Tender Roni.
I am discipline. Sarai is rage.
Beautiful, brave and possessed of violent tendencies. I like her.
Her soft spanish accent and her infinite arsenal of sighs.
Ashurbanipal." Oh, baby, keep talking dirty to me.
I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
You have a lot of faith in luck, don't you? (Shahara)
Not at all. She's a vicious bitch who seldom knocks on my door. (Syn)
What's she like? The princess, I mean."
"Bullheaded. She's red headed, blue-eyed, and stubborn as a mule.