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Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
Mose Allison is a beautiful musician.
Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.
Gervasio Lonquimay
Delphine Lucielle's paintings are profound, unique, and moving. It is rare to find contemporary art that combines both beauty, innovation, and creates a new style of painting by fusing technology and nature. Delphine Lucielle is pushing the boundaries of what art is capable of.
This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
She's a lovely young woman from upstate New York, but you should be very thankful for those romance-novel-reading, tween-movie-watching women. They've had a big hand in making our town a success." "And Julian's love life, once he learned to spray himself with glitter.
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
The only woman to whom it has been given to touch what is decisive in the present world and to have a presentiment of the world of the future.
Berthe Morisot was a painter full of eighteenth-century delicacy and grace; in a word, the last elegant and 'feminine' artists since Fragonard.
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
Mirabelle is not affected by a man's failures to approach her, as her own self-depreciating attitude never allows the idea that he would in the first place.
Florence Nightendick
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
You think I'm a part of the Magicus Mundi?"
"You are telling me you're not? That being the new Lilith means nothing? That it's a human thing?"
"It's the quintessential human thing," Sylvie said. "The ability to say fuck you.
Mirabelle and Vesta have plenty in common because they are facing descrimination in different ways, but they're also a nice contrast.
She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.
In the half-light through the drawn curtains she sits on her perch, relaxed, hooded, extraordinary. Formidable talons, wicked, curved black beak, sleek, cafe-au-lait front streaked thickly with cocoa-coloured teardrops, looking for all the world like some cappuccino samurai.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
A comely female inhabiting the Mohammedan Paradise to make things cheery for the good Mussulman, whose belief in her existence marks a noble discontent with his earthly spouse, whom he denies a soul.
Elizabeth Spencer.
mother's Diana-like
Oh, Tocqueville, you're the man.
I cannot go to Montreal without going to Beauty's, my favorite place for breakfast, where I have the Mish-Mash omelet with hot dogs, salami, eggs, green peppers, and onions, and the best banana bread in the world. It's legendary!
Margaret Benton; creative marketing director
Actually, my real name is not Mona. It's Jasmeet. I changed it to Mona when I came to Mumbai.
It's not the Mistletoe Knight that these knights are coming for. It's the girl. Lady Jaclyn." "The girl?" Blaise echoed. "She is rumored to be the fairest in the land. Most of these men have come in hopes of winning the land, not for the castle, but for the woman.
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.
Malissa might have known that Michelle [Baer] was too
Tatiana is a ridiculously curvy thing of dreams, with smooth succulent thighs, long strawberry blond cascading beneath a teal bandana, and a nympho sparkle in her eyes that says pick me, lick me, spank me, or I punish you. Raw innocence and mayhem at once.
Caprice in woman is the antidote to beauty.
Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she'd bolt.
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Her hair, brown.
Her speciality, damage.
Julian is a very dangerous hunter. One of our best. Second to your father, he is perhaps the most powerful Carpathian alive.
I guess we aren't considering you, Savannah said loyally, truthfully.
Beauty had just squatted under one of the chairs lining the hallway. A small trickle was creeping across the marble floor.
'She's too intelligent to pay mind to me,' Lady Sylvia said blandly. 'All three dogs are French, and they behave just like Frenchmen. Decorative but peevish.
We're all attracted to the perfume of fermenting joy, we've all tried to start a fire, and one day maybe it will blaze up on its own. In the meantime, she is the one today among us most able to bear the idea of her own beauty ...
Riley's smile saturated her entire face with beauty. This was the sister Maisy had left all those years ago. The sister with the full laugh and the face of an angel who was unaware of her beauty. Gone was the sister who pulled her hair back into a baseball cap.
His full name is Matthew Gabriel Philippe Bertrand Sebastien de Clermont. He was also a very good Sebastien, and a passable Gabriel. He hates Bertrand and will not answer to Philippe.
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
All the on-lookers were bewildered.The lovely slave girl, Briseis, had won the Battle of the Sexes with a kiss.[MMT]
What did Mira show your attacker last week? he asked, desperate to turn the attention away from himself now. Yakut shrugged. Only he can know. The girl has no knowledge of what her eyes reflect. Thank God for that. Niko hated to think of the education she might have just gotten otherwise.
Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside she is covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary
and terrible elegant.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate.
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
Having said her peace, Fiona
Monsieur Saint Laurent was pathologically shy, and he made the Saint Laurent woman in his own image. Like her, I am shy. And to protect myself, I adopted something of an androgynous look, just as his women did.
Jesus, Gabrielle! Are you having a seizure?!"
"Please please please can I keep him mom? I promise I'll take care of him! Oh baby, I'll take care of him!"
"Good lord. She's finally gone around the bend. Can I have your Manolos when they come to take you away?
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.
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
Did you just call me BEATRICE?
I've been in contact with her. She approached me months ago. I know the terms of her deal. She's going to tell Ragnar that Ondalina's attack on Miromara was an act of war and that he must surrender. Either he accepts Lucia
Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
I was trying to focus on Margaret's trajectory as an artist, as a woman and an artist. Hopefully Cavendish experts won't be angry at me for anything I've left out. I feel like all the major movements of her life are there.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
MARIE ,THE MADAM-She has the looks of Liz Taylor and the brains of a Wall Street broker. " We were lovers for a hot five minutes when I first hit the TL. Marie always liked a lot of diamonds,and I've always liked alot of girls. With that combination,we're better off as friends.
She looks like a Disney princess, but is a total badass.
You think she's pretty, you ought to see my slingshot!
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
She's beautiful,' he murmured.
'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.
'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.
The smouldering eroticism of great European actresses like Jeanne Moreau demonstrated to my generations women's archetypal mystery and glamour, completely missing from the totalitarian world-view of the misogynist Foucault. For me, the big French D is not Derrida, but Deneuve.
mistress of Netherfold.
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.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is ... beastly.
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.]
She's beauty and she's the beast, rolled into one.
Holy Hottie-McHotters!
You're mine,
Isabeau. You'll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give
us a second chance, or you don't, you'll be my only.
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE
He tipped his head to Ronan and looked warily at Bowser. "Sir."
"David, this is Ronan McGuire and his partner, Bowser," Maddy said. "They're two of New York's finest.
Maura (fucking witch ass bitch Mussolini Al Qaeda darth vader non-entity)
First you term me pretty ... and then dub me terrifying in the next breath," he said. "I do not know what to make of it."
"Make of it that you are ... pretty terrifying, Sir Broderick Dougray," Monet said, smiling at the warmth of his breath in her hair.
Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous.
(Celeste) Be the hero, Matty. Come on. You're supposed to be the hero now. The romatic lead."
"I know that, too," he said. Matt did not hesitate a moment longer. "Julie, I love you. I absolutely love you.
Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.
One glimpse of that glistening, tan back, those rangy shoulders, the sweat-slicked black hair, and his libido woke up and started to pray to Cialis, goddess of horny middle-aged men.
Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.
Sing, Marie of Arras. Do not forget, Marie of Arras.
Marie-Laure hears Madame Manec: You must never stop believing.
All the world stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is no maiden fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso.
Her beauty is a mastery of peace.
of peace and love on a woman's face." Augusta's
The bitch-goddess, as she is called, of Success, roamed, snarling and protective, round the half-humble, half-defiant Michaelis' heels, and intimidated Clifford completely: for he wanted to prostitute himself to the bitchgoddess, Success also, if only she would have him.
The fast fliers are not disgraced." Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. "She saved us, but she's with him now."
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
Lady Mary came last. She looked magnificent, even regal. Her dress was highly fashionable; dark slate blue overlaid with black fleur-de-lis and stitched with jet beads across the throat and bosom, the sleeves garnered. A black hat adorned her head at a rakish angle, dashing and precarious.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
blessed be
she
who is
both
furious
and
magnificent
Perry Johansson.