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Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
He [Mosaddegh] was part of a generation of Iranian men who were inspired by Europe but who expected their wives to remain Iranian. (p37)
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
If I ever mary, it will be on a suddn impulse - as aman shoots himself
the Muscatonic Summer Music
Sweet the young muse with love intense,
Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence.
This Melchizedek was the Canaanite King of Jerusalem before it was Jerusalem, when it was Urusalim (Salem for short). He was a Canaanite, a Jebusite, and a Black man.
Magistrate's son and is quite concerned with appearances. She is a weekender. Mutch - Mutch is the youngest member of
My dearest Mina, Oceans of love and millions of kisses,
So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.
Little Arin has missed me. I will not be parted from him."
"Would you consider changing his name?"
"No."
"What if I begged?"
"Not a chance."
"Roshar, the tiger has grown."
"And what a sweet big boy he is.
Marzipan's a private matter!
In the society of illusion, reality must manifest itself. The story songs of Joel Rafael are that manifestation ... the essence of minstrel.
When I say panni here, everyone says Bless you.
But I am not sick, or crazy, or broken.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash.
Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time
Vandiya Devan: "You dare to ask 'me' who I am? I am Vallavareyan, Vandiya Devan of the Vanar Clan in Thiruvallam . Once upon a time, soldiers like you, proudly carved the names of my ancestors on their chests.
It is a coincidence that Mathangi is the Goddess of Music and the spoken word, which can be rap.
Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena ... " He did not recognize her. His voice failed.
Anna anna bo banna, banana fanna fo fanna, me my mo manna ... Anna."
"Chuck! Do Chuck!
Marry, this is miching mal hecho. It means mischief!
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
Atalanta in Calydon
It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
jessamine. Flowering
Jorinda and Jorindel
My piano has not yet arrived. How did you send it? By Marseilles or by Perpignan? I dream music but I cannot make any because here there are not any pianos ... in this respect this is a savage country.
Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)
I am going to devour you, Magdelegna," he promised her, the darkness of his cravings coming to bear on her fully at last. "You wanted to know my passions? Allow me to introduce them to you.
The abject pleasure of an abject mind
And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind.
[Lat., Vindicta
Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]
Andi Teran's first novel is vivid and fully realized, an entire universe expertly condensed into the pages you hold in your hands. Ana herself is a complicated delight, and by the end of the book I wanted to scoop her up into my arms.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Ngari-ngari - literally
Mohammad, left a lot to be desired.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destin'd Hour and went his way.
Malavika Vishwanath. Don't try to say it you'll just piss me off.
I am Celaena Sardothien,Adarlan's Assasin.If these men knew who i was,they'd stop laughing.I am Celaena Sardothien.I am going to win.I will not be afraid.
Mathilde was there in the dawn, this perfect girl as if made to his specifications. [A different life, had Lotto listened to the terror: no glory, no plays; peace, ease, and money. No glamour; children. Which life was better? Not for us to say.]
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Jenni Fagan is the real thing, and The Panopticon is a real treat: maturely alive to the pains of maturing, and cleverly amused as well as appalled by what it finds in the world.
Mi-yammi! The extraordinary city, with its Judeo-Cubano population, its mix of surgical-appliance and sex-fetishist obsessions, takes the American melting pot past the boil. It represents pretty much everything Patrick J. Buchanan hates.
American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.
Now that a full flood of music has swept over our country, let Nikhil practise his scales, while we rouse the land with our cracked voices[.]
Prescient woman called Meronym visited my dwellin' for a spell, an' nothin'd be the same, not in my life, not in the Valleys, nay, not never.
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Keep mashin' for your ration.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
Muse - A sleep depriving creature of the night!
Merdeka!' the Malay man screamed.
'Merdekaaaaaa!' the sea of people echoed.
Malina looked incredulous. "Are you anything more than a Druid?"
"Of course I am. I own this shop and I play a mean game of chess, and I've been told that I'm a frakkin' Cylon."
"What's a frakkin' Cylon?"
"I don't know, but it sounds really scary when you say it with a Polish Accent.
M.O.A. I. doth sway my life.
All Empires fall, All ages die, All strife shall be in vain. All Kings go down, All hope must fail, But Tanelorn remains Our Tanelorn remains ...
StocktontoMalone
In his Interview in Les Nouvelles, Mosaddegh gave an unintentional insight into his own marriage at this stage when he described Iranian women as "more mother than wife." (p37)
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
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman.
This is my empire, Uriang-Khadai. I will not be made to leave. Ready the tumans for battle, Orlok. I will face my enemies and I will destroy them.
and in those three syllables, Mustafa heard
May the honey-sweet flute music that flows from Lord Mukunda's lotus mouth fill me with bliss.
Soon comes the day all shall be free. Even you, and even me. Soon comes the day all shall die. Surely you, but never I.
Padan Fain
I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year;
Yorda...that's your name?
The Tale of Hammad the Badawi.
My childhood was filled with music and singing and a passion for traditional Yemenite songs, picked up from my mother.
Among all the characters mentioned in the Bible, none is more mysterious than Melchisedec; said to be without father, mother, or earthly kin, and holding the dual office of king and priest.
Oh Trees, Trees, Trees ... wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me.
Who do you think you are?' Asiron asked, with a dry humourless laugh. 'I'll tell you who I am,' answered Parmenion, the words of Tamis echoing in his mind. 'I am Parmenion, the Death of Nations.
killed in a way I didn't think I ever could. I'm appalled at what I can do. I don't enjoy this." "If you enjoyed it, Jacen, you would not be the one destined to become the Sith Lord." The
We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-"
"Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured.
"Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?
Together, Ben and Chon make up a collective pacifist. Ben is the paci Chon is the fist.
Sorry, is my new Djinn name Mushroom ? Because I don't like being kept in the dark and fed bullshit, David. Just so you know.
You know what you are, young 'un? You're the grand bloody panjandrum of the painfully bleeding obvious.
The boy I was craved Kat. The man I am craves Milla.
Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it.
Farewell!
Maktub" (It is written.)
Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.
Amani." My eyes flew open. Jin was standing in the gates to Fahali. His face cleared as he saw me, and he ran toward me, relief written all over him. "Thank God."
"You don't believe in God," I said. It came out half a croak just as he closed the last of the space between us with a kiss.
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Jungle post arrives. Two biscuits for me. A poem and a pressed flower from Comrade Narmada. A lovely letter from Maase. (Who is she? Will I ever know?) Comrade
Southern gentleman," he said aside to him in Arabic. "Do you wish for me to continue this for you?"
Caine's temper shifted to a low simmer in his chest. "Your way takes too long."
"Ma'aleyk, and your way hurts my ears," he argued.
The gods of Djelibeybi In the river kingdom of Djelibeybi, the national religion
Please, young sir! Have mercy! If not for me, please think of my dear wife and my four lovely children who'll be without their daddy!"
"You're not married," said Malicia. "You don't have any children!"
"I might want some one day!
If one day, a bhailach ... ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.
Is that the name you wish, Muad'Dib?" Stilgar asked. "I am an Atreides," Paul whispered, and then louder: "It's not right that I give up entirely the name my father gave me. Could I be known among you as Paul-Muad'Dib?" "You are Paul-Muad'Dib," Stilgar said. And
Ananna of Tanarau is a delightfully irascible heroine, inhabiting a fascinating and fresh new world that I would love to spend more time in. Pirate ships? Camels? Shadow dwelling assassins? Yes please! Can I have some more?
Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.
'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.
someone in Tunis. Halabi
AhthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell."
"It sounds evil."
"It is," I answered, and we parted.
Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.
Did you really think that when I learned my celestial name, I'd leave? I'd forget all about you?"
"You did leave. You did forget all about me."
"That's different."
"The pain was just real."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as though his life depended on it.
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
My name's Mapo," the boy says. "Mesa Jar Jar.
Dreamer in Exile.
Promise mw, you will never leave me.
Samassi Abou don't speak the English too good.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.