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Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Draiocht.
It's the Gaelic word for magic That is what you are, Ella Mae. You are Other. You are magical.
Jacquelyn, Luna, Mate. You have many names. Each of them holds a special meaning, but the only thing I want to call you is mine.
Loftis, Quinn (2011-11-18). Blood Rites: Book 2 Grey Wolves Series (The Grey Wolves Series) (p. 233). Kindle Edition.
Matangi's mantra is aim, which is MIA backwards. She fights for freedom of speech and stands for truth, and lives in the ghetto because her dad was the first person in Hindu mythology who came from the 'hood, but had gained enlightenment through not being a Brahmin.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest ...
Eriskigal, or as some say it, Erishkigal, is Morgan le Fay, Kali, Persephone, and Hel.'
'She's Hel all right,' Jarrah muttered.
Maxi-Cosi. This life? She should already know that this
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.
Mme. de Gallardon, who could never stop herself from sacrificing her greatest social ambitions and highest hopes of someday dazzling the world to the immediate, obscure, and private pleasure of saying something disagreeable.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
A clue! From M!"
"Who's M?"
"Maybe M is for Mackintosh! Maybe Grabes ans Mackintosh are in cahoots!"
"Or maybe M is for Mom. Also, who says 'cahoots'?
My mother's name was Miriam, but most people called her Mim.
Malavika Vishwanath. Don't try to say it you'll just piss me off.
Mia is the wind - the hot, dry western wind. And I am gravity.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Morni<>ng>ngng> sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighti<>ng>ngng> the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
M-O-O-N Spells moon
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.
I was born Moishe Ketzelbourd but the Indians call me Maurice Cougar.
Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Melissa officinalis
Mungo was a gnome. Disguised as a dwarf. The blatantly false beard was a giveaway. It appeared that Mungo had crafted it himself out of hair collected from a wide assortment of cars and then glued it to his face.
The elder Miss Larkin
The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.
jessamine. Flowering
amanuensis. A rapt
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing.
I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?
Margo was not a miracle.She was not an adventure.She was not a fine and precious thing.She was just a girl.
I am terrible with people's names.
Agnes Darling, if such should be we never meet again, while firing my last shot, I will gently breathe the name of my wife - Agnes - and with wishes even for my enemies I will make the plunge and try to swim to the other shore.
Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena ... " He did not recognize her. His voice failed.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
What girl could fail to make a conquest who collapsed at a man's feet in the moonlight?
silver jubilee. He
Moll is immoral, shallow, hypocritical, heartless, a bad woman: yet Moll is marvellous.
declared Mr Marrable magniloquently;
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Donald - ruler Donovan
Jen's emotions, strong but invisible within an infallible Miran facade, raged with contempt. He'd met the man responsible for such despicable exploitation of his brother's life onboard the Aquarius. He didn't like him then.
He hated him now.
The Morrigan's ideas of sport and mine varied widely. As a Chooser of the Slain, she tends to enjoy nothing so much as a protracted war. She hangs out with Kali and the Valkyries and they have a death goddesses' night out on the battlefield.
beautiful young maiden?
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
I am the triple owner of the world, the finest Turkey, the Lorelei, Germania and Helvetia of exclusively sweet butter and Naples, and I must supply the whole world with macaroni.
Who and what are you?" "You called my name when you released me the first time," he said impatiently. " 'Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I'm but a man.
What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?"
She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know."
Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything.
At this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
The fundamental mistake I had always made ... was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. (pg. 199)
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
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.
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.
By the time she a year old Mae Mobley following me around everwhere I go ... .Miss Leefolt, she'd narrow up her eyes at me like I done something wrong, unhitch that crying baby off my foot. I reckon that's the risk you run, letting somebody else raise you chilluns
Nothing but beauty and douceur
Gilly Gilleshpee
A girl whose name is Love
Is lost.
Simple, beautiful,
She is lost.
Gotham admired Maeve. By day she managed money, and did it brilliantly, but she didn't find it satisfied her intellect. She spoke four languages. She played the piano seriously well. And she read books. Lots of them.
My name is Grey Amundsen. But Grey, she doesn't exist in here, in this slimy, smoky, sex-hazed hole. In here, I'm Gracie.
I like that Maersk is a first name. It's like a massive global corporation named Derek.
There is a goddess of Memory, Mnemosyne; but none of Forgetting. Yet there should be, as they are twin sisters, twin powers, and walk on either side of us, disputing for sovereignty over us and who we are, all the way until death.
Damen's The One.
Always has been.
Always will be.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
You should see Nina's clan tartan," she said, pouring herself more tea. "It's white with orange, green, and royal blue. Horrendous."
"We took to calling any obnoxious pattern Clan MacGarish," I said.
"Or MacHideous," added Laurence.
"MacUgly," I continued.
"MacClash," he countered.
My name is Llian. I've come to save you."
Said to Karan just before Llian falls flat on his face in front of her.
Holy paranormal activity, Nightingale - to the Jag mobile.
The goddess Nemesis, Bertol Grimmer's favourite motif after the War. The goddess of revenge.
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
Her name was Tolly Mune, but in the stories they call her all sorts of things.
What power could bruise the sky? Melliel
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
Jasper to her. I was obliged
I am going to shoot a muffin of Marlean's head.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
'Malandrinas' means 'bad girls,' but not bad in a negative way. I wrote it in homage to my female fans.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?
My heroine already is, and is Hulga.
Maeve could have lost a race with a tree
It was not hard to believe a beautiful woman capable of murder, Margret thought.As it says in the sagas, Opt er flago i fogru skinni. A witch often has fair skin.
Load of ole mollygrubbers
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
I would be the master of my own fate. Me and the goddess Morrigan. No one else- and certainly no man. Mael and Aeddan could fight over me until they were both bloody. My father could deny me my blade. But they couldn't force me from my warrior's path unless I let them.
The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.
'Seanan McGuire' is my real name; if I'm being silly and third-person about it, she's a frequently cranky, foul-mouthed Disney Princess on vacation in the real world, where she studies diseases, cuddles reptiles, watches lots of horror movies, and goes to as many corn fields as possible.
voluptuous sluggard,
Fierce wee thing. There's my brave lass.
Ma petite.' That was all, just my nickname, but it seemed to hold years of I love yous. The
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
It might be the white woman or man our son or daughter will marry and the white woman or man our grandson or granddaughter will marry, all of them wading into the future until one of our line claims to be Sicilian. Leave instructions: the granddaughter of our granddaughter shall be named Cicily.
JULIA: Oldest daughter of Julia and Agrippa. Owner of the smallest dwarf in Rome. Exiled in AD 8.