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'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
We are curious creatures, we Taiwanese. Orphans. Eventually, orphans must choose their own names and write their own stories. The beauty of orphanhood is the blank slate.
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
Yes, Ryn, a woman. A soldier who has taken the heads of gods, escaped from countless prisons and dungeons, and decimated an army of mortals by herself. Do not underestimate her simply because she wears a bra.
I am always in a state of Eunoia.
And I'm not in it just for the vowels.
Emilienne wore Maman's wedding dress. Just after the ceremony, Emilienne glanced in the mirror. She saw not her own reflection but a tall empty vase.
There is something obscure which is complete before heaven and earth arose; tranquil, quiet, standing alone without change, moving without peril. It could be the mother of everything. Not knowing its name, I call it Tao.
Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)
B'ao ku ishe o tan When there is life, there is still hope.
Katana is a trained, disciplined martial artist. She removes herself from Birds of Prey to go on a personal journey in Japantown, San Francisco, and pursue a quest for vengeance against the Sword Clan, the men that killed her husband.
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Nakao: Koizumi, I'm so sorry I said such cruel things.
Otani: What's that?
Nakao: The whispering of your heart.
Sauvage, sad, silent,
as timid as the sylvan doe,
in her own family
she seemed a strangeling.
Separation on the River Kiang KO-JIN goes west f<>rong>rorong>m Ko-kaku-<>rong>rorong>, The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. His lone sail blots the far sky. And now I see only the river, The long Kiang, reaching heaven. Taking
Eun Gi. Let's run away. I will go wherever you want. To where no one can find. Run away with me. Seo Eun Gi.
A spiritual path for the modern samurai, but in the service of the heart, not the dictatorship of the ego.
Oh."
"And by this," said Liru, "I hope that you mean, 'Sorry for making stupid assumptions and not asking your help for a mutual friend."
"Well, isn't that what 'Oh' translates to in Fenn?
Now, let's not be hasty,' said Mik 'What exactly is a samurai, really? Do you think that's something we should know before we wish it?'
'Good point. It might turn us both into Japenese men.' She squinted at him. 'Would you still love me if I were a Japenese man?'
'Of course
Keiichi-kun. I found you.
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?
Vas happening Selene?
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.' 'Damianos.' He
I don't even know what to say." Aeron.
"I do. Fuck." Paris.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
Vashon is an island, accessible by ferry from Seattle, mainly populated by NIMBY-ish hippies, NIMBY-ish yuppies, boutique farmers, and wizards riding recumbent bicycles. A full quarter of the children in Vashon schools are unvaccinated.
St. Soren, Bastard Patron Saint of Manipulation
To find the Scythe of Nen, I first had to find possibly the most elusive quarry I'd ever had to locate in my entire seeking career: a virgin on an island full of college students.
Only the light from your heart can see the beauty of magnificent morn.
This Heart at Peace is My Homeland. (Su Shih)
I am Celaena Sadorthien and I will not be afraid
I am Celaena Sadorthein and I will be not afraid
The Norns themselves have come to read your fate. - Sam
Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.
Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.
She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.
Tao in the world is like a river flowing home to the sea.
Returning to where
It used to see blossoms,
My mind, changed,
Will stay on at Yoshino ...
Home now, and see anew.
As her eyes drifted closed and sleep overcame her, she saw Ronin in the stars. A warrior. A saint. A savior.
Dacians consider Trehan the kingdom's sword, Viktor its wrath, Stelian its sentinel, and Lothaire its cunning. Our people see Mina and me as the beating heart of Dacia.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
I sang and sang, until I died. And Sarren gave me a new purpose, a new song. But the requiem isn't over yet.
...if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well goberned.
PROLOGUE CHAPTER
From its first startling image, Orhans Inheritance will seep under your skin and leave an indelible mark upon your heart. What lucky readers we are to inherit Aline Ohanesians gorgeous work.
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
I live as I ch<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>se <>ong>oong>r I will n<>ong>oong>t live at all.
sinookas, the tendrils of my life,
Seek t<>ong>oong> share j<>ong>oong>y with <>ong>oong>thers, <>ong>oong>r t<>ong>oong> make s<>ong>oong>meb<>ong>oong>dy else happy, and y<>ong>oong>u will find y<>ong>oong>ur <>ong>oong>wn s<>ong>oong>ul radiant with the j<>ong>oong>y y<>ong>oong>u wished f<>ong>oong>r an<>ong>oong>ther.
My friend. My love. My breath.-Eagan
There is no other city as vulgar and obscene as Osaka. We should celebrate the image and welcome the development of casinos and red-light districts to attract people.
A lone surfer, barely floating above an empty ocean.
That's what it feels like in my soul."
--Kenna, Flame (Fireborn #1)
trees [-]
Inside their wooden samurai armor they are geisha beauties, each one a 'person-of-the-arts,' limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind's music, the calligraphy of their roots pure poetry, rhyming earth and berth.
Looking forward to never meeting again,
Jessamin Olea
How does it feel to be helpless, Led?
To depend on something that fails you?
There's no more running from who you are; no one to hold you together anymore.
You're alone now--
The ghost of Tokyo has come for you all.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,
Seohyun's so pure that if Seohyun wasn't a singer, she'd still be singing nursery rhymes. Seohyun watches TV until 2am in the morning. What she watches is the cartoon channel.
I am become a blade.
ShadowClan will soar above you all!" "Leopard and Tiger will feast on your bones!" "Rivers of blood, washing away everything the Clans have known . . .
The forest hugged Aomori
Dai Tregarron had called her Olwen, had spoken to her as if she were a creature capable of escape from the commonplace, not the pedestrian, middle-aged woman everyone else saw, incapable of imagination, even less of passion. He had seen who she wanted to be and given the dream a moment's life.
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala, I say with an affected bow.
And there was a beautiful view,
But nobody could see.
'Cause everyone in the Island was saiyng,
Look at me! Look at me!
L<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>king f<>ong>oong>r perfecti<>ong>oong>n is the <>ong>oong>nly way t<>ong>oong> m<>ong>oong>tivate y<>ong>oong>urself.
That's Chinese, not Japanese
Arin. I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Her words silenced him, steadied him.
Antecipation lifted within her like the fragance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"
He smiled. "Play.
Sring is the mantra of beauty. Traditionally it is connected with Lakshmi, the Indian goddess of beauty. Chant "Sring" slowly, elongating each sound. As you do, you will see the consciousness of beauty of everywhere.
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.
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
Erchomai , I am coming
Veni, I have come
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.
Thank G<>ong>oong>d f<>ong>oong>r y<>ong>oong>ur m<>ong>oong>ther.
Braeden had just become my own personal earthquake. Everything inside me felt rattled and shifted. The composition of my insides would never be the same again.
Together, Ben and Chon make up a collective pacifist. Ben is the paci Chon is the fist.
Dark Star Safari,
Celaena stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her veil.
Her chest ached, but this was the one last thing she had to do, the one last honor she could give her friend.
Celaena tilted her head to the sky, closed her eyes, and began to sing.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Spahn and Sain and pray for rain,
Semmelweis reflex. They
Odoru aho ni
miru aho
onaji aho nara
odorana son son!
You're a fool to dance,
A fool to watch,
Well, if you're a fool either way,
What a loss not to dance, a loss, a loss!
I recognise your body in liana; your expression in the eyes of a frightened gazelle; the beauty of your face in that of the moon, your tresses in the plumage of peacocks... alas! Timid friend- no one object compares to you.
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Oh, my beauty!
Oh, my reflection of life!
Oh, my unmet desires!
I am longing for you
tor now and forever!
Life perpetuated in parti-c<>ong>oong>l<>ong>oong>red l<>ong>oong>ves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.
Sarusawa Pond is a very special place, because the Emperor paid it a formal visit when he heard how one of the Palace Maidens had drowned herself there. 1 Thinking of Hitomaro's marvellous words 'her hair tangled as in sleep', there is really nothing I can add.
Separation on the River Kiang KO-JIN goes west from Ko-kaku-ro, The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. His lone sail blots the far sky. And now I see only the river, The long Kiang, reaching heaven. Taking
Ms Rainn, you might say, is a writing prodigy and I'm her mentor.
O wandering graves! O restless sleep!
O silence of the sunless day!
O still ravine! O stormy deep!
Give up your prey! Give up your prey!
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is the greatest joy for all humankind.
Say it again, Na'Chi."
"I love you, Light Blade,
io sui ici en liu dami amo' ('I am here in place of a friend love')
Agosins poetic language engages the reader in a mesmerizing journey of inward reflection and exile.
Life is brief, young maiden, fall in love; before the crimson bloom fades from your lips, before the tides of passion cool within your hips, for those of you who know no tomorrow. (Gondola no Uta)
Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian "Sian" Infernas, King of Pandemonia
"There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us.
I am Alvarr sen Danyd, and I call you in Teganne's name. I need you. Come!
AOE/Axsys The magic machine.
Sharon Shinn's Samaria is a world populated by refugees from a ravaged Earth, also many, many years in the future.
One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.