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No! he wanted to cry out. No, Tania, please come back. What can I leave her with, what can I say, what one word can I leave with her, for her? What one word for my wife?
"Tatiasha," Alexander called after her. God, what was the curator's name ... ?
She glanced back.
"Remember Orbeli-
Littlefinger laughed aloud. With gold and boys and promises, of course. Ser Lyn is a man of simple tastes, my sweetling. All he likes is gold and boys and killing.
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
Roan, near the standard-bearer. And that's his brother beside
Why did you call that man Alexander?
-I'm not ready to leave your seven Sire.-Illium said from the bed.
-I'm not ready for you to leave either.- Raphael answered
Linear's defeated form
The intangible reality rise.' ~ Wanderer
Dickon, and Dickon brought his tame animals, and, if you'll credit it, sir, out of doors he
Andrew is going to be one of my problems. Dean thinks it's great fun
he knows what is in the wind as well as I do. He is always teasing me about my red-headed young man
my r.h.y.m. for short.
"He's almost a rhyme," said Dean.
"But never a poem," said I.
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.
Thiel, tall, troubled, bewildered
What is your future, son of a king?' he heard Torina say.
Landen smiled. 'Ask your crystal, daughter of a queen.'
She traced his eyebrow with a finger. 'My crystal never tells me what I can see with my own eyes.
Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection ...
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?
Its not Wingardium Levio-sa its wingrardium levi-o-sa
All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze ... My charming rod, my potent river spells ...
As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
Get off me, you lard-ass, halitosis, flea-infested horror-movie reject! (Alexion)
There's no denying his resemblance to the Rodin bronze - the slender, effortless muscularity of youth, the extravagant nonchalance of it; that sense that beauty is in fact the natural human condition and not the rarest of mutations.
For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.
Illium was a stunning sight against the lightening sky, his wings sweeping through the air with a grace that made him seem a half-forgotten dream. When he landed in the courtyard, his wings flaring out for an instant, he was at once very much a man, physical and sexual, and an unattainable fantasy.
Identify yourselves. You on the left, who are you?"
"My name is Gagaril," the man said.
"I'm sorry," Lightsong said.
The man flushed. "I was named after my father, Your Grace."
"After he what? Spent an unusual amount of time at the local tavern?
I AM SALOMAN. GIVE ME MY SWORD!
I'm Queen Rhiannon, but you can call me Queen Rhiannon.
version of Amber.
Aeriel gazed at Irrylath: husband to her, but only in name. She dared touch him only when he slept.
Hold fast," he called. "Tell me your names, and your stations."
"I am the Lady Door," said Door. "I am Portico's daughter, of the House of the Arch."
"I am Hunter. I am her bodyguard."
"Richard Mayhew," said Richard. "Wet.
boron - boro
Lenorah, it has always, and will always be you. I love you like nothing else I have ever known. You are the reason I believe I can be happy in this world after I lost everything. When I dream of the future, I only see you.
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
Perry Johansson.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Bright fame, bright glory will crown Lavinia. But she brings her people war.
Ty or Ra or Thect
Kiril. His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.
Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her
or himself
the pleasure that awaited.
Back when I was on my first assignment as a seeker, I was way out in Arizona. Brought in this kid named Clarisse."
"Clarisse?"
"Sibling of yours," Hedge said. "Ares kid. Violent. Rude. Lots of potential.
Pluto's pauldrons," Reyna cursed.
Sweet Pocket, you mustn't ask about my life before I came here. What I am now, I have always been, and everything I am is here with you."
"Sweet Thalia," said I. "That is a fiery flagon of dragon toss.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
No surname? Or is Thorn it?"
"Thorn is all anyone needs to know about me."
"As in thorn up all our collective nether regions," Devyl muttered.
At the mention of her name, my heart started beating faster. Dawn. Rusty. My muse.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.
I am Revan reborn. And before me you are nothing.
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
The Trevanian Buff is a strange and wonderful creature: an outsider, a natural elitist, not so much a cynic as an idealist mugged by reality, not just one of those who march to a different drummer, but the solo drummer in a parade of one.
The Imp," said Littlefinger as Lord Varys watched her face. "Tyrion Lannister.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
I'm relying on your innate nature now." "I don't under - "
"A truce, peacemaker."
"With me?"
"With Rhiannon."
Bram blinked. "Rhiannon who?" "Your queen."
"The one you called wide ass?" "One time. Gods that viper forgets nothing!
Now, who is inside my solar?'
'Lord Littlefinger.' Podrick managed a quick look at his face, then hastily dropped his eyes. 'I meant, Lord Petyr. Lord Baelish. The master of coin.'
'You make him sound a crowd.
Deanna's prime business was mining Lantillium, which was used to line blaster emitter barrels and the cores of warp engines (and to a lesser degree, to line the special coffee cups and jugs used to serve Hot Stuff Blend).
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Both the Glory and the destroyer We are Proud to Honor Clan Sub-Leader Rash-au-Tal Vergent who Inspires us Every Day had gathered vital intelligence about Ruhar defense tactics and capabilities.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
Palace of Crystal
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!?!
From Chapter 1:
"You're not a local." I paused, unsure. "Or are you?"
"Sort of. Randall Van Dotson is my dad. I'm Rennie."
After tossing her head that coy, sweet way girls do, she gave me a candid appraisal.
My name is Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
The heel of Achilles
Hyde?" repeated Lanyon.
Aridea quite often turned to the Mirror - ' 'With the usual question, I take it,' interrupted Geralt. '"Who is the fairest of them all?" I know; all Nehalenia's Mirrors are either polite or broken.
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
Lunar. Cyborg. Fugitive. Outlaw. Outcast.
Apart from life, a strong constitution, and an abiding connection to the Thembu royal house, the only thing my father bestowed upon me at birth was a name, Rolihlahla.
The rod felt sleek and expensive in his hand; it was the Maserati of surf-casting rods.
Liadia broke the Wraith Alliance."
Black Knife stilled. "How do you know that?"
"A refugee told me."
"Who?"
"I didn't ask for a name. I didn't want you to go after anyone, if you found out."
He tilted his head a fraction. "You don't trust me?"
"Of course not. You're a vigilante.
Luc?" rasped Rhy.
"I'm here," answered Alucard. "I'm here. Stay with me."
He tried to speak, but his heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to break through.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
Alecto was the oldest, unceasing in anger. Magaera was next, retaliator of jealousy, and Tisiphone, the last, regarded as the avenger of murder.
Adrian said, "You sure know how to win friends and influence people." "That's why they call me Raylene. It's Greek for 'charming.' " "You're so full of shit," he observed.
RADIUM, n. A mineral that gives off heat and stimulates the organ that a scientist is a fool with.
BLAIRE: ......Night, Chaos.
GENTRY: Night, Trouble.....
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
I'll say this, Arik: the old man's warning proved to be true - things are not always what they seem. She was no young lady -"
"If it's the demon you speak of," interjected Rith, as she stepped back into the ruin, Lyssa following after, "she was not even a toothless old hag.
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.
Rilla," Raoul said, and at the sound of my childhood nickname, my heart gave a pang. "Don't I have the right to claim what is mine?"
"Of course you do," I said ... "But surely not at any cost.
Oracle of Delphi:
In my deep mystery I breathe
your fragrance swirling in
your odourless soul
I return your mystery
revealing your destiny deep in
the seed of your God Self
The inextinguishable lesbian spark. You've surely heard about it? The one that was first ignited at Lesbos, because Sappho was so sad every time a young woman left the academy that she wrote her a poem. Fancy being sad because someone leaves! Perverted, that's what I call it. Don't you?
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
I'm a bit of a 'Throny,' as I think the 'Game of Thrones' fans refer to themselves.
She's Verglas's greatest tragedy and last hope: the Princess Rakel.
It seems," the undead Tiste Edur said, "my Hounds have found new . . . pets."
"Saw his head off, Cotillion," Shadowthrone said. "I hate him already.
A fishing rod is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool at the other.
Lewa, mystery-king of know-nothingness. That's me!
I call you domina because that's what you are," Samuel insisted.
"It's what I was. Now I'm just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder?
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
If Richard trusted anyone with his life, it would have been Kendrick of Artane. But trust Kendrick with his woman? Not a chance in hell. He strode across the lists, intent on intercepting Artane's lad before he spotted Jessica.
Bring on your storm, my lord-and recall, if you do, the name of this castle-Ser Courtnay Penrose at Storm's End.
There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Tangaloor, fire-bright
Flame-foot, farthest walker
Your hunter speaks
In need he walks
In need, but never in fear.
Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.
HONORINE BEATRIX
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
First of all, don't use that name like a weapon against me
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.