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I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
Kindly go to Hell!
(Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)
He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
A Tolet ad: "Two beds boys available". I wonder which one is Tolet?
Aelin of the wildfire.
...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).
I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.
Yeah, Vanessa. I also call her Red, Viper, Princess, and behind her back, Woman-who's-driving-me-fucking-insane.
The battle of Varus is an enigma, not in a military but in a political point of view - not in its course, but in its consequences.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
highlights of Elena's career,
Hic sunt leones. Here be lions.
However," he continued, "this canvas is preferable to the paintings of that varlet Rubens, with his mountains of Flemish flesh sprinkled with vermilion, his waves of red hair and his medley of colors.
Piglet," Bishop Wulfheard said in a scornful tone. I stared at him, then held up a hand to check Merewalh, who was about to leave the hall. "Maybe we don't need a piglet," I said slowly, as if an idea was just coming to me. "Why waste a baby pig when there's a bishop available?" Wulfheard fled.
Vin looked down at the handkerchief. Whena nobleman wants to court a lady seriously, he gives her a handkerchief.
The eidolons started pounding on the door.
'Who is it?' Leo called.
'Valdez!'
'Valdez who?
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
poxy shitweasel,
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
LEELA: 'To be, or not to be, that is the question.' That is a very stupid question!
THE DOCTOR: It's Shakespeare.
LEELA: And that is a very stupid name. You do not shake a spear, you throw it! Throwspeare, now that is a name.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.Hell-- Jethro Tull
Who was Vardan Mamikonian, and how did he come to play this most crucial role in Armenian history? It may justifiably be said that without his committed leadership, the term "Armenian" today might have referred to no more than an obscure, one-time, Christian people of long past.
Tristan. The killspell is meant for him. Protect him, just as he would protect you.
Dearest Virgin - um, Dearest Most-Definitely-Not-a-Virgin Lassiter,
Isobel looked down at her lap, at her hands. She turned her left one over, remembering where Varen had written his number on her that first time. Those numbers were gone now, but in hindsight, he may as well have tattooed the moment onto her soul.
Lord Maccon looked up. "Grovel, you say?"
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord.
The God's been walking through our halls again: Brothers have been having visions. What's Vartra been saying to you?
Lexi," He breathed her name. "You have no idea what you mean to me."
-Gavriil
Miguel: Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle.
I need you to find me a recipe for poison," he snapped. "Something that can kill the varmints that riddle this town."
"Animal varmints, or the human variety?" She was so prim when she said it, earning a reluctant twist of his lips as he tried not to smile.
There was something new in his expression, something Vaelin had never seen before and couldn't name. In later years he would see it in the faces of a thousand men and know it as an old friend: fear.
Cimil watched Helena disappear into the pawnshop. "Ha! Did I tell you this was gonna be drama-tastic, or what?" she said toward the roof of the car. "Just wait 'til you see what I have coming next! That vampire's gonna be so jealous, his head's going to spin like a Beyblade.
The last name is pronounced Jill-en-hall. It's spelled with two l's, two a's. We have a song in my family; G-Y-Double L - EN - HAAL spells Gyllenhaal. It's a Swedish name. It's a family heirloom set to music.
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
Something's going on in Cordell's room, but I'm not sure I want to know what it is.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Kestilan? There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
I love you, Lilli. So much I'm dizzy with it.
VC might as well have stood for Velveeta cheese, for all I knew.
Who loves you, Warren Valentine? She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or abandons.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
That's Lalasa, Kel's maid. She sews and knows all sorts of ways to hurt you.
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Imagine there's no varmints. It isn't hard to do.
Janelle, you're my home.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
[19:29] JOHANSSEN: When we pick you up, I will make wild, passionate love to you. Prepare your body.
[19:29] JOHANSSEN: I didn't type that! That was Martinez! I stepped away from the console for like 10 seconds!
His mind is strange," came Varg's rumbling voice, "but capable.
Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.
Katherine. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is like me.
KING HENRY. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
KATHERINE. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?
Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?
Britt-Marie feels Fredrik's hateful stare at her back as she and Vega follow her down the corridor, so she slows and walks behind Vega, to stop his stares hitting the girl.
Obvious, Elbert.
To Perl , or not to Perl, that is the kvetching.
Merry... you look awful. - Vivia
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Build: Vookworm, but tough
Termagant!" he moaned after her. "Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you ... uh ... virago, you spitfire ... " He rubbed his head and sat up, grinned sheepishly. Lin made an obscene gesture at him without turning around.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
Curran.
"You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around."
You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. "You must think you're funny.
... and who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Tina."
"Thank goodness!" I said so loudly she stepped back. "No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl."
"It's short for Christina Caresse Chavelle."
"Well, you did the best you could.
I was saving the name of 'Geisel' for the Great American Novel.
Spread this over Vanni's
V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.' Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. 'Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
blue vervain and chamomile,
Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.
Titus Bramble: The only explanation for his existence in the Premiership is that he is already here.
voluptuous sluggard,
You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit."
Gwenvael to Annwyl
Verranica, I will never leave you.
Everton are literally a bag of Revells.
Johnny Vassilaros is the man who has created the finest cup of coffee ever served in the city of New York.
Still enmeshed from the knees down, Vayl flopped off the cabinet before we realized he needed a hand down, falling fast and hard like a penguin who hasn't bought the whole flightless scenario.
from Switzerland, came into the valley
You'll always be Kitten to me...Livvie.
Sunshine, it's the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven't eaten you or anything. (Vane)
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Semmelweis reflex. They
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Stefan spat. Oh, aye, he fell. O' course, Master Ralon helped him fall, several times. Poor li'l tyke didn't have a chance.
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
Perry Johansson.
Get back, get back! ill turn you into a piglet!
ast a bula- no wait. that turns ME into a piglet!!
In 2007, when my husband Damian Woetzel took on the artistic direction at the Vail Valley International Dance Festival, we both felt it was important to offer the entire Vail community access to dance.
And after winter folweth grene May.
I am Hel," she agreed. "Sometimes called Hela, though most mortals dare not speak my name at all. No jokes, Magnus Chase? Who the Hel are you? What the Hel do you want? You look Hela bad. I was expecting more bravado.
Something to say?' said Laurent
Jord was holding off from them. The same stubborn distaste was in his voice. 'Not with him here.'
'He's your Captain,' said Laurent.
'He knows well enough he should go.'
'While we compare notes on spreading for the enemy?' said Laurent.
Julian of Norwich,