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Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood.
I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth,But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
When I want to entertain entertainers, I call Jason Randal!
Barrons breaks heads. Ryodan turns them inside out. Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up. He pushes buttons and rearranges things according to his own private, coolly sociopathic plan.
It's not what Ryodan does," Jo says slowly. "It's more what he is." Her eyes take on a serious sheen. "He's like, unbelievably brilliant, ten steps ahead of everyone else all the time."
Bullshit. He's not that smart. I beat him at Triad. Once. About ten thousand years ago.
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.
My beloved jay, give me a name now. call out the name you give me, looking into the deepest place in your heart. Everytime you call my name, I'll fly to you and be your wings.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
I thought I loved Daren, and I did in a butterfly-and-hearts kind of way, but it was nothing like this. This is an asteroid shower on a summer night. A tidal wave crashing onto the breakers. Falling over the edge of Niagara Falls in an inner tube. Because I have fallen, irreparably for Gavin Murphy
Jorinda and Jorindel
I am Alvarr sen Danyd, and I call you in Teganne's name. I need you. Come!
What's his name?
Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I ... yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."
Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven.
But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds ... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.
You're still ... Declan?"
Voice hoarse, he said, "Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!
Rome Archer, if you don't wake up right this second so I can tell you that I love you, I swear I'm going to name this baby something ridiculous like Daffodil or Rover and I'm going to let your brother be in charge of haircuts until he or she is old enough to complain.
Of unquenchable sparkle and dream as ever. Behind her, in the hammock, Rilla Blythe was curled up, a fat, roly-poly little creature of
Yule - Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner - of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name.
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.
The Black Pirate,
Peter, High King of Narnia," said Aslan. "Shut the Door.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
And at last Finnikin understood why he had felt so sorrowful and silent these last few days. He knew how to be Finnikin of the Rock to Evanjalin of the Monts. But he had no idea who to be to Queen Isaboe.
Welcome to hell, Ryler, a place where the evil thrive and the weak die.
When he speaks, his voice is chillingly cruel. "I've fucked you, Rylee, and now I'm done with you! I told you that's all I was good for, sweetheart
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Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky:
R: Ravishing, I: Impress,
C: Courageous or Careless,
K: for the Kangols which I've got,
That I wear everyday and Y: Why not?
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.
Eriskigal, or as some say it, Erishkigal, is Morgan le Fay, Kali, Persephone, and Hel.'
'She's Hel all right,' Jarrah muttered.
Heroin", declared Durius Walker, Rydell's colleague in security at the Lucky Dragon on Sunset. "It's the opiate of the masses.
I've had a number of opportunities to hear Andrei Ryabov perform and I am amazed at the high level of creativity, technique and freshness in his playing.
Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker.
That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.
Ryke would endure hell for eternity if it meant that I could go to heaven.
Sudden distrust slicked down Arin's spine.
Roshar raised his hand to quiet the roaring crowd, and Arin was reminded of Cheat relishing his role as an auctioneer. A stone rose in his throat. Kestrel's hand tightened on his, but Arin no longer felt wholly there.
Who are you? What do you want?" The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. "Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now - " "Betrayer of Hope.
Party name of Thorn? Tristran of that set?
Oh, hello there. I'm Aeron Lore. You might recognise me from scenes such as sexually assaulting Leo, or trespassing in Leo's apartment and assaulting her again.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Ulick Norman Owen.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
What's his name?" Jessica asked.
"Kai," I said. "Kai Awana."
Paisley nudged me. "I'm sure you know him as Kai Awana jump his bones.
He was a ruffled haired, stubble faced, woman's dream, tangled in sheets. So I stepped away from the Ryker and went for coffee instead.
He's dead Duncan, killed himself when I was 13. In all those years he forgot something vital. He taught me when he was learning for himself. I know how to inflict pain; the scary thing is it doesn't bother me, a trait I'm sure I inherited from him. Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt
I am Captain Dakkan. I am in charge of this facility."
"Captain Dakkan," Ryan repeated. "It's good to meet you. I've heard ... well ... nothing about you ...
What was the name of that dog on 'Rin Tin Tin'?
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
You want to know my name?
a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.
Atalanta in Calydon
Sharon Shinn is a lover of words and a builder of worlds. She makes science-fiction seem like fantasy. Her characters jump off the page, finding their way under your skin and into your heart.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Meanwhile, in the th<>rong>rorong>ne <>rong>rorong>om, Rhea threw an Oscar-worthy tantrum. She screamed and stomped her feet and called K<>rong>rorong>nos all kinds of unflattering names. "RO-O-CCCKY!" she wailed. "NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!
Something peculiar is happening to my head. I remember that my father was Barnaby, but I had another named Balaton. Unless that's a lake in Albania.
'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.
Odalisque, prompting us to call him Dingolion and Dandelingo
My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red.
I just wish you could love me more than you hate him,
-Lo to Ryke
No one's ever called me anything but 'Arne.'
I want to be your motherfucking checkered flag, Rylee. Your pace car to lead you through tough times, your pit stop when you need a break, your start line, your finish line, your goddamn victory lane.
Call me Richard, I love it when you call me Richard.
But who is Aslan? Do you know him?"
"Well-he knows me," said Edmund. "He is the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea, who saved me and saved Narnia.
Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.
Her name Toor Pekai means "raven tresses
Hi, my name is Ryan Foxheart. Oh no! There's danger afoot! Let me pull out my sword and pose." I mimed pulling a sword from my side and cocked an eyebrow. "Notice how dashing I am. And immaculate. And today, my hair is parted on the right. Wink.
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent ... it
was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate.
I am deeply saddened by the tragic loss of my dear friend Ronni Chasen. I have had the honor of working with her for over 15 years. She was one of a kind. I loved her. I miss her.
Rifle at Rylie. He stared at her down the barrel, meeting her reflective golden gaze. She was a beautiful wolf, much more slender than Jericho, and more
Jacin. The name brought sunshine and blood and kisses and growls rising to Winter's skin.
Who has delivered us, who? Tell me his nest and his name. Rikki, the valiant, the true, Tikki, with eyeballs of flame, Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of flame!
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
Yes. Reyn is our resident horse master. He has an excellent seat."
I grinned. "I've noticed."
Reyn's face tightened and Nell flushed, looking embarrassed. "It's an equestrian term."
"Really? I thought you were talking about his ass.
My life began with Ronnie.
Mphhh ... What did you say Tyler?' Anna-Louise mumbles on the bed above me.
I stand up, and a tame blue bird lands on my shoulder and tries to nibble my earlobe. I gently shake Anna-Louise fully awake. 'Anna-Louise, wake-up,' I say. 'Wake up
the world is alive.
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Reyna had always thought of Jason Grace as the all-American boy. Thalia looked more like the girl who robbed all-American boys at knifepoint in an alley.
Gemmell's name guarantees a satisfying story and a thumping good read. I recommend all his heroic creations - 'Druss the axeman,' 'the Jerusalem man,' among others - but my favourite has to be 'Waylander': Clint Eastwood with a crossbow and the same 'Make my day, punk' attitude.
Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!
Names are important," she said, twirling the cord. "Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out." Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. "My name is Lila Bard," she answered, drawing her favorite knife, "and I don't give a damn." Ojka
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
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.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
Jacob." A whisper of the past.
little red bird. Don't go.
When you leave," Gwen said, "take Mouse. Give Ryn's horse to Myron."
"What does Myron need with a horse?" he asked. Gwen just smiled, and Royce knew better than to question further. "Okay, but I'm warning you now. He'll spoil it rotten
I have a thing for red-haired Irish boys, as we know.
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Ronan Lynch - dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes - might
Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.
Jonkonnu if you want to. That was a custom that got started
She picked a sorrel mare with four white socks named Scarlett. Levi wasn't about to ride his favorite stallion, Rhett - Tamara would read too much into that - so he saddled Ashley, the one gelding in the stables, instead. You
What do I call you when I'm making love to you? When I'm fucking you so deep you'll lose your mind?"
~Ryan