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Some make you sing and some make you scream. One makes you wish that you'd never been seen. But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier
mache, making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay.
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
It was a red-flannel chest-protector, one of those large quasi-hygienic objects that with pills and medicines take the place of beneficial relics and images among the Protestant peoples of Christendom.
soul it shaped. Laurel
At night, she whispered into the pipes: I hate it here. Please take me away, let me be something other than Marya, something magical, with a round belly. Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
a heavy, hooded wool
A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother's hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts.
Teresina went often to confession. She was the despair of Father Ramon. Indeed he had seen that while her knees, her hands, and her lips did penance for an old sin, her modest and provocative eyes, flashing under drawn lashes, laid the foundation for a new one. During
Of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Emerald Green Desiree Holt
There's in my mind a ...
turbulent moon-ridden girl
or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers
and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs
but she is not kind.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
a slow drum muffled in velvet. It's her heart.
Logan's brow rose. I'll have you know that these are Armani track pants.
What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
Artemis simple-toon
Gold wrapped old crap.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
This, Mrs Munroe, is the scent of intoxication and desire. The perfume of seduction.
Clay Blaisdell Western
Within themists of time an innocent soon becomes an offering to the Gods.........Carole Weave-Lane - The Hidden Parchment.
coltish-looking,
I used the stormy gray and heather brown shadows from the Lilac Rose Eye Palette to create a soft smokey eye for Veronica Beard's Spring 2013 show. The look was dramatic but delicate.
A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
mother's Diana-like
For a summer of drug abuse on the island of Capri, she packed a wardrobe of black Morticia gowns, dyed her hair green, and paraded through the village streets with a crystal ball, followed by a retainer in gold body paint.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Catholic girls with tiny little mustaches.
A female on the loose was a dangerous creature.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
Riley Blackthorne - kicking hell's ass one demon at a time.
Neverwinter Wood.
The bright bite in Mary Lee Kortes' voice [has] the high-mountain sunshine of Dolly Parton, with a sweet-iron undercoat of Chrissie Hynde.
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
And anyway, who wears a tiara on a jungle gym?
Epithet, n.
I think the worst you ever called me was a "cunt rag."
"You mean I'm a tampon?" I asked. "I'm a tampon for not letting you drive?"
I laughed. You didn't. At least, not until you sobered up.
Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
You should see what she's wearing, Callie. It's velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
boron - boro
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Well, proud Mary's fat arse!
You are Eidolon, Theresa Gray. Shape-changer. But not of a sort that is familiar to me. There is no demon's mark on you.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
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Talamas as she races through her
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
My style is somewhere between that of Tal and Petrosian
Vivonex (see Chapter 6 for full details). Vivonex is an elemental
voluptuous sluggard,
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?
Wait - Miss Bramble-"
"Don't call me that!" said Azalea.
Something, perhaps hurt, flickered through Mr. Bradford's soft eyes. "Princess Bramble," he said.
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.
The Mandrill with his multicolored wonder ass that he used to bedazzle opponents.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
Who is the monster now?
Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
I think that when Lady Tamarind looks at you, she feels as the cathedral might if it suddenly remembered that once it had been a grim little church facing down musket fire and a cruel sea wind.
Katherine the Midwife
She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass - when you least expect it she cuts you.
She looks like the real thing, She tastes like the real thing, My fake plastic love. But I can't help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling If I just turned and ran.
Dearest Virgin - um, Oversexed Lassiter
A wood that smells of the sea.
When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.
Red Queen. The lightning girl. She lives. Rise, Red as dawn. Rise. Rise. Rise.
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?
Goth Juice ... The most powerful hairspray known to man. Made from the tears of Robert Smith.
Such was the texture of her marble.
[In a description of Laura Trevelyan.]
Tina Blackstone,
She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.
THTL - too hot to live
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
She called herself Mater Tantibus." I scraped the rust off my Latin. "Mother of Nightmares?" "Pretentious, right?" Said the Grand Matriarch of the House of Dead Roses, I thought, but I was smart enough not to say that out loud.
The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate.
I'll steal your stuff.
I'm a Siennarchist.
Her skin is softer than a lamb's. What does she put on herself? Unicorn tears? Jesus Christ.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Cassia.
Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
My nickname is Esta Bell.
Once I saw Tamala Jones in person, I was like, 'I gotta put my lips on her!'
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
Mars red gladiolus
No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed
furniture polish: 16 parts beeswax, 4 parts resin, 1 part Venice turpentine,
The night, Charlene made the long ride
She's the quiet type who's into heavy metal.
Gilly Gilleshpee
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!'
'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
[in regards to Chad's Nifty Over Fifty Moustache and Beard Darkener] "'Dark Bravado Blonde, Number 143.' The name alone makes my loins all aquiver."
Amber