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Next to that dragon Micha had wirtten: 'KIS EacH OthER'.
Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel.
'She is the little queen,' said Abel, 'in our fairy tale, at least.'
'One must obey the queen,' said Anna.
Unca Jay!"
"How's it going Claire?"
She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now."
"I can see that. Where's your mama?"
"Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home.
Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
Everyone knows a Wixen when we smell one. You smell the prettiest, a mixture of strawberries, sex and deceit. Dior should bottle it.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
Who knew that the Wyr warlord's real animal form was a mother hen?
Intelligence reports and local folklore together perpetuated tales of his bloody adventures across the rim worlds and badlands of Terran space. It was his trademark and often over the last two decades, history proclaimed in large bloody letters that 'Kilroy woz 'ere.
What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?"
She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know."
Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything.
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
Wylan knew Nina could handle just about any man and any situation, but he didn't think she should have to sit half-dressed in a drafty gambling parlor, perched on some leering lawyer's lap. At the very least, she was probably going to catch cold.
Wharick is the king. I know you already knew that. And by the way, Exian's head in a bag? Gross gift for a king, just sayin'. (Breccan)
Artemis simple-toon
Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.
Taran. We go down fighting.
Wylan looked back at the water. He'd started to think of Jesper as fearless, but maybe being brave didn't mean being unafraid.
September suddenly realized something. "But Ell, Orrery begins with O! How can you know so much about it?"
The Wyverary soared high, his neck stretching into a long red ribbon, full of words and pies and relief and flying.
"I'm growing up!" he cried.
Which of the horses
we passed yesterday whinnied
all night in my dreams?
I want that one.
If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage."
"Will he make me bathe?"
"No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash."
"Ah. One of those.
Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout."
"Whithout what?
What would you call the highest happiness? Wratislaw was asked. The sense of competence, was the answer, given without hesitation.
Whelks are strange and comforting.
They have no notion of community life and they breed very quietly.
But they have a strong sense of personal dignity.
Even lying face down in a tray of vinegar there is something noble about a whelk.
Which cannot be said for everybody.
Tremulous smile. "Your Grace, glad tidings," he announced. "Wyman
There is only one Whedon, and I am his prophet.
Without even thinking about it, she reached out for warmth, reached out for acceptance. She was hurt and as much as she tried to build up the wall of protection and never let anyone in again, Wharick had changed her building capabilities. Wharick had changed her heart.
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
My name is Llian. I've come to save you."
Said to Karan just before Llian falls flat on his face in front of her.
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
Rough night?" Zay asked.
"Oh, no. Glorious, thanks. Mum had me cross-checking data on solid Veiled all damn night.Fuckin' A, there better be a shot of whiskey at the end of this damn morning."
"Nola said she'd have fresh coffee," I said.
"Whiskey. I'll say it slow: whiiiskey.
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
StocktontoMalone
I wish the word whimsical wasn't used now.
Claire mumbled into Bronwyn's lap, Tell us a story, Wyn. I'm scared and I don't like this at all and I think I'd like to hear a story instead.
Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut?
Have some bread and butter. The bread
and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and
butter.
Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatest accomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby attaching himself to the Lannisters.
Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!
Whelan was in the position he was, exactly
In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud.
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain ...
Sir Wystan," Ryla stated. "You have come. Is the danger quite near?"
"Not yet, little one, but it is always wise to be several steps ahead of it," the old knight said gently.
You know what to do?"
"Wander around," I said. "Until I spot a self-assembled whangdoodle from the Foggy depths.
W. P. Kinsella, who was born on a farm near Edmunton, Alberta, has earned wide recognition for his wild imagination and rash humor as a writer.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her
Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
That's Right Hunny-B
For the benefit of those half-dozen people who will see a name like Gwillim and put this book down in order to go look it up to see where it comes from - it is the Welsh version of William
I love whimsy. My mother was a word person, a real quipster. She was famous in the 1950s for being a contester in Utah: 25 words or less. My bicycle, our hi-fi ... in 1959, she won $15,000 from Remington-Rand for writing about a shaver. She was a farm girl from South Dakota.
I think Anna Whitt is bad for my health.
Atalanta in Calydon
She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
My name is Weegee. I'm the world's greatest photographer ...
He was always in motion, like a lanky piece of clockwork that ran on invisible energy. Except clocks were simple. Wylan could only guess at Jesper's workings.
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.
Welhewan is charming us,' Sasha says in an unsure voice. 'It is trying to soothe us with its lullaby. Do not let yourself . . . Oh, a butterfly. Look how beautiful it is! No, don't look. The forest is making us happy, and we cannot let it.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
What light through yonder window breaks?
If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her.
And Wyrd help them when she arrived.
Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly.
"Where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door?" said Nanny Ogg.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
smiled back. Winn-Dixie
This episode of my life is brought to you by the letters W, t, and F. I do not understand.
If only you could talk to girls in equations."
There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
Charles Wyly was born Oct 13, 1933, in Lake Providence, La., and for a period lived with his family in a shack without electricity or plumbing.
Damen's The One.
Always has been.
Always will be.
I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed.
Names are not always what they seem. The common Welsh name Bzjxxllwcp is pronounced Jackson.
Exactly. Au revoir!" Whittington
Shane - who knows about Shane? Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.
mistress of Netherfold.
Westering's died out, Jody.
Queen Rhiannon of the House of Gwalchmai fab Gwyar.
First Born Daughter of Queen Addiena. First Born White ... "
"So," she cut him off before the litany of his mother's titles
forced her to stab herself in the neck
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
closed behind Anne
WATNEY: Look! A pair of boobs! - (.Y.).
Oh, Draven. You're my hero too! If not for you, that mean old boar would have eaten me alive. (Simon)
Get off me, you nimble-pated gelding. (Draven)
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
My father's like - it's as if he was transparent. He's a man of great mystery, whereas apparently N.C. Wyeth was 6-feet, 2-inches tall, with a booming voice. I think that's reflected in their work.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
You made the right choice," Roden whispered. "Though you did choose his name rather quickly.
"He has a skinny neck. He'd have died faster." (Jaron)
"That's why you chose me? Because it'll take me longer to die?"
"Yes, Roden, that's exactly why."
"Enough bickering!" (Vargan)
Wil. Of course. - Tobiah
She had taken the life of the one that had taken her mother's. She had avenged her brother's death. She was a hunter now. But Mother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last humans of the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the Lost City.
Father, it's Wistala. Wistala."
Father grimaced. "You're a star, Wistala - I saw you twinkling beneath dear Irelia last night. You, Auron, and Jizara all in a row. I'll be up there soon. Wait.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.
Womi is a world of mortals and immortals where the truth is uncovered. It's main mission is to give out the divine message to the chosen ones.
I longed to know the world's name.
Besyn larveth'is!
Miss Wyndham, when I first met you in London, I thought you the most intelligent and the strongest girl I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She would never moon after some mopey, dark boy. She would look for the man that challenged her, amused her, and made her sparkle and enjoy life.
Widmerpool had tidied himself up a little since leaving school, though there was still a kind of exotic drabness about his appearance that seemed to mark him out from the rest of mankind.
Popular, gentle, solitary and eccentric, Wyndham lived with his mother, wore heavy glasses and high-waisted trousers, gave off random murmurs and squeaks, and moved with an amphibian gait.
Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.
The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could be heard through the heavy cabin walls, and she followed Wolfie to see who was there. Rhys.
Shit.
Yay.
No, shit.
Really.....shit.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.