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Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.
Rosaleen was a nuisance. Her children thought she was a nuisance because it was true. She was. A Nuisance.
Rosalene was a nightmare. She was very difficult. She was incrasingly difficult. She made her children cry.
Ransom?" She struggled to sit up. "What are you do - ?"
He laid his tongue to her core.
"Oh." She flopped back against the bed. "Oh."
God, she was sweet. Sweet and pink and musky and Izzy.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
Sing, Marie of Arras. Do not forget, Marie of Arras.
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain.
Jasper to her. I was obliged
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
If there were a silent observer, Mirabelle would be seen as a carefree, happy girl who is preparing for a night on the town. But in reality, these activities are the physical manifestations of her stillness.
I want you, Rosa,' Antonio said, turning to her. 'I want you with your scars and your suffering. You are my wife and everything that has happened to you only makes you more precious to me.
Juliette," I whisper. "My name is Juliette.
ROSALIND: What would you
say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?
ORLANDO: I would kiss before I spoke.
to her, Rose. I'll find out the real story
She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.
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.
Didn't anyone ask you where your parents are?"
"They asked. Especially about my parents."
"What did you tell them?"
"I said I ate them."
"Jesus, Rosa.
pretty mother of two young children
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
Rosalyn Bruyere has been one of the most important teachers of hands-on healing in the world for many years. I will always be grateful for what I have learned from her.
I left her in the forest of Arden; I shall find her in an orchard in Verona.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
The Lilly girl is always full of surprises. She lives everyday like it's a celebration, never has a dull moment, and makes every hour a happy hour.
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
Even as she was about to read the mysterious, tortured hero's declaration of undying passion to the piquant young heroine, Rosalind found herself obliged instead to look up into Marius's decidedly un-mysterious, non-tortured face.
ROSALIND (AS GANYMEDE): Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.
... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
Juliette.
I can't control a nightmare, but in my waking moments her name is the only reminder I will permit myself.
Up rose Robin Hood
She reminded Juliet of the parrot the shopkeeper owned. Both the woman and bird belonged in cages, preferably the same cage, so the bird could poop on all that velvet and lace.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
She was the kind of girl who climbed the tallest tree and cried to be let down, but she was also the kind of girl who would scramble and jump down on her own as soon as someone went in for the ladder.
And Belle? She was an odd girl who liked to read.
He knew her now. She was the weird girl in the class above him, who dyed her hair pink and always wore a lot of pentragrams and crystals. Right now she was also wearing giant chandelier earings and a violent pink T-Shirt that bore the words ROMEO AND JULIET WOULDN'T HAVE LASTED.
She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.
Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like
She appears sunny, a quality that Mirabelle can call upon only for special occasions.
The loveliest fairy in the world; and her name is Mrs Do as you would bed one by.
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He's given me a pet name.
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.
beautiful young maiden?
Rose LeBlanc got her name for a reason. She was full of fucking thorns. She was so beautiful - so ridiculously, unbelievably alluring - that just like real roses, she grew little spikes to protect herself. Because everyone wanted to have her.
My heart beats her name
Small, short-sighted, blonde, barbed - she reminds me of a bright little hedgehog.
She's our lost princess. And she's coming home.
perfection. She's pink and pretty and glistening and perfect.
Was she in love? Rosalind had asked herself that many times in the last few weeks. Anna's mother said you're in love when you feel like you've been hit by a truck. Rosalind felt bad enough for a motorcycle, maybe, but not a truck.
She was the kind of girl that inspired love songs and erotic poetry.
There where her night begins
there be her goldest rosest rose
that in her deep wisdom knows
boygrace will knight her Rose
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
A middle-aged mother in a little town called Naples has been named Miss Dreamsville.
She's a beautiful flower put in a pot and hidden in a closet. You can't keep her a little girl forever.
Amory: I love you.
Rosalind: I love you- now.
A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.
I didn't even find out her name." "Trixie." "Jessica." "You two are a couple of gems.
I wanted to know her the way a bee wants to know a great bright flower.
HONORINE BEATRIX
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Rosa reports the engagement of her niece in 1912 to a nice young man without a name. It may therefore be that the last descendants of the Luxemburg family are living somewhere in England.
Lila Kate will always be my baby girl. I will cherish and love her until the day I die. But you . . . you're the love of my life. You're my forever. I'll grow old loving you.
BEROWNE: What time o' day?
ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.
her kitten-pink tongue
She had made Matthew want to smile. With her luminous skin, her exotic cinnamon-colored eyes and quicksilver expressions, Daisy Bowman seemed to have come from an enchanted forest populated with mythical creatures.
She is the prettiest and most engaging little fairy in the world.
Beautiful city! ... spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... her ineffable charm ... Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic!
Valerie Sherwood, I said to myself, you're going to die.
I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS:
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
She is forever beautiful just like the roses.
Melissa officinalis
Why did you tell me about Babette?! (Gabrielle)
Leash her until I have coffee or I may have to kill her. (Rae)
Then Rosalind began popping into his mind again, and he found his lips forming her name over and over.
Amelia, meet my Honeydew.
Quentin flicked a quick glance back at her again. Poppy. This girl had the wrong name. She should have been Rose. Great face, lots of prickles.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Even though I am told that my name is Ruby, I still didn't know who the blue eye brunette with red streaks through her hair was. She was a stranger to me.
She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.
You love her. The half-breed daughter of the Summer lord.
My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red.
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 was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
She had an unusual name. She knew that much. It wasn't the kind of name that you found on ceramic coffee mugs at airport gift shops or emblazoned on mini-license plate souvenirs you could hang on your bedroom door after you returned from Disneyland. Her name was pretty and unusual and had meaning.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
What's Psycho Bitch Barbie doing here?" Nora
Shitbucket, hellfire, damnation, and son of a mother bitch, said Rosaleen, laying into each word like it was sweet potatoes on her tongue.
Lilith: Oh, but your heart grows cold. A north wind blows and carries down the distant ... Rose?
The Doctor: Oooh, big mistake! Because that name keeps me fighting!
Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.
Victoria Principal - she
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.
Chloe handed a pink envelope to Madeline. "Can you keep this, Mummy? It's an invitation to Amabella's party. You have to come dressed as something starting with A. I'm going to dress up as a princess." She ran off.
Yeah, Vanessa. I also call her Red, Viper, Princess, and behind her back, Woman-who's-driving-me-fucking-insane.
Leah Smith. That was the little beast's name. She was as rich as I was poor, as happy as I was miserable, as redheaded as I was dark.