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Gilly Gilleshpee
A flame in the dark
Gilderoy Lockhart
anglepoise lamp.
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.
I totally feel like Buffy right now. All I need is a girly leather jacket," L said breathlessly.
"And some vampires. Don't forget that."
"Lighters qualify."
"I guess they do. So, your turn. Stab me.
light. "I'll ring Malcolm's mum's croft and have him
moonshadow, tall
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.
A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He
Percy, who was looking immensely
He held out a hand, I am Lord Bradley, noble nobody if you must know, and greatest source of annoyance to his lordship, Roland. My brother-in-law.
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Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Undertaker, if that is your real name ...
So here's the question," Melinda led in. "Who's Tall, Dark and Smoldering?
The Coleman lantern is the symbol of the camping craze that is currently sweeping America, with its unholy white light burning in the forests of America.
Bloody flaming ashes
Shine thy light.
I'm Breq, from the Gerentate.
The Lord lit my life; with the light of your love.
He's Loren Hale. Ice and whiskey. Powerful and intoxicating.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Grayson Dashwood.
Those two words had just ruined what was turning into a good morning.
May "the Meatball" Wexler.
Albert Campion: 'I'm serious!'
Lugg: 'That's unhealthy in itself.
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I'm Lillith.
Asleep in lap of legends old.
To inspire himself, he lit up a marijuana cigarette, excellent Land-O-Smiles brand. In
The Great and Terrible Humbug,
Lugh shines like the sun.
That must of made it easy fer them to find him.
All they had to do was follow his light.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Ho there, it ignites!
Honorable Judge Robert Galbraith
Labrinth is a super talented singer, producer, songwriter from London.
Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatest accomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby attaching himself to the Lannisters.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
Lord Rodrik Harlaw was neither fat nor slim; neither tall nor short; neither ugly nor handsome. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, though the short, neat beard he favored had gone grey. All in all, he was an ordinary man, distinguished only by his love of written words.
light bright shining
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
this "gawky, stammering adventurer.
tall, dark-haired guy
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr
Fenwick, sitting down to
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Your head is a lit chamber.
Hey this is Lenore! Yup, it sure is Lenore! Huh, maybe he can't hear me, maybe I should spell it. L-e-n-o-p
There's no p in Lenore , Lenore.
Oh yeah? Then what's this raggamuffin? Pssssssssssss
Aaaaagh! How are you even projecting it at that angle!?!
Fire and light compete today in the East. But there is a lot of green firewood in this fire, and there is a lot of smoke in that light.
Lit, one of the dwarfs, walked in front of Thor to get a better view of the pyre, and Thor kicked him irritably into the middle of the flames, which made Thor feel slightly better and made all the dwarfs feel much worse. "I
Lyra felt herself moving into a kind of trance beyond sleep and waking: a state of conscious dreaming, almost, in which she was dreaming that she was being carried by bears to a city in the stars. She
That Reyes Farrow boy.
The Rottnest Light is a stumpy middle finger sticking up from the a rocky rise, grunting, Sit on this, mate.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
nocturnal purple.
Who can wrestle against Sleep? - Yet is that giant very gentleness.
Hall nestled, stretched out like a sleeping beast.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
Mister ... "
"Wrexion." Chase supplied with great dignity. "Mr.Hugh G. Wrexion.
Lewa, mystery-king of know-nothingness. That's me!
Today,' said Lymond, 'if you must know, I don't like living at all. But that's just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I'll be bright as a bedbug again.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.
Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who's a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney's a ferocious gargoyle.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
Let the galled jade wince' -
I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity ... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
The light of life!
A very magnanimous statement, Gideon," said Magnus.
"I'm Gabriel."
Magnus waved a hand. "All Lightwoods look the same to me.
Perry Johansson.
one of Chloe's models 'as gone down wif leprosy . . ."
"Wait," interrupted Niall. "Leprosy?"
"That's what Chlo said. That fing wif your throat where you can't talk."
"That's laryngitis.
Dawson!" Ash yelled from below. "What are you doing? Stop! Do something, Adam!"
Adam's laugh followed. "Someone needed to put Andrew in his place. I always figured it would be Daemon. Who knew.
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
Between the journeymen, vampires crouched like monstrous gargoyles: hairless, corded with a tight network of steel-hard muscle, and smeared in lime-green and purple sunblock. Bubble-gum-tinted nightmares.
Grim in the light of the new flames.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. As George Harford I had everything I wanted. Now I have merely everything that other people want, which isn't nearly so pleasant.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Holy God, Holy light.
Godzilla sized dick.
The man who walks with Henslow.
O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
My name is CHL. That's Charles Haas Layfield.
Rhysand laughed - a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
Glowering like a dwarven god of vengeance.
Morning, Bill,' said Lord Tidmouth agreeably.
'Go to hell!' said Bill.
'Right-ho,' said his lordship.
Detective John Tallow, 1st Precinct."
"You," said Scarly. "I hate you so much my dick is hard.
The Tearling... I told them not to name things after me. - William Tear
Let's go and get drunk on light again - it has the power to console.
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?'
'Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Andrew Wommack and Curry Blake,
In a long journey straw waighs.
hey gallagher girl