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Sarah...loved the way the light lit the silence first thing in the morning. By Niamh Boyce Sarah Loved Morning Light Lit

Not Cassie for Cassandra. Or Cassie for Cassidy. Cassie for Cassiopeia, the constellation, the queen tied to her chair in the northern sky, who was beautiful but vain, placed in the heavens by the sea god Poseidon as a punishment for her boasting. In Greek, her name means she whose words excel. By Rick Yancey Cassandra Cassie Cassidy Cassiopeia Greek

Undertown. You maybe don't remember it. Your clothes don't smell of it. Of the filth, the rot. The stinking hell of vapor and grime. The warren of hovels and the millions of us starving in them, defending whatever pathetic collection of things we call 'ours' - sometimes to the death, yet still doing little more than waiting to die. By Julio Alexi Genao Undertown Remember Ours Filth Rot

Jessica, who loves stories, By J.k. Rowling Jessica Stories Loves

Elizabeth Sarah Kowalski!""Whoa," Evan said in a low voice. "How bad does a word have to be to get you middle-named during dirty Scrabble? By Shannon Stacey Whoa Kowalski Evan Sarah Elizabeth

New York ... Babylon-on-the-Hudson, sinful, extravagant, full of the nervous hilarity of the doomed. By Lucius Beebe York Sinful Extravagant Full Doomed

Herondales." Zachariah's voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don't carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It's too heavy for even a Herondale to bear. By Cassandra Clare Half Jace Zachariah Breath Laughter

So which way now, Sacagawea? - Annabeth to Rachel By Rick Riordan Sacagawea Annabeth Rachel

Sorcha," he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach. By Diana Gabaldon Sorcha Whispered Called Realized Moment

Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers By Leonard Cohen Suzanne Salvation Army Flowers Hand

I love you Sarah. For all eternity, I love you. By James K. Polk Sarah Love Eternity

Everyone has always called me by my last name. Once people get to know me, they don't call me Sara anymore. By Sara Canning Called Sara Anymore People Call

There is another capital beneath the waves, She plunged ten thousand fathoms beneath the sea. By Haruki Murakami Beneath Waves Sea Capital Plunged

Andromeda. It means beautiful. By Priscilla Glenn Andromeda Beautiful

Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS: By J.k. Rowling Warren Elizabeth Scorpius Myrtle Moaning

Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin) By Kinley Macgregor Cyn Callie Nay Cynric Sin

Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream. By Mia Sheridan Lydia Beautiful Dream Everlasting

Her name's Brienne. By George R R Martin Brienne

Sara had grown up in a Balavati family, which meant she had been taught to reject all articles of faith except disrespect for authority, the lodestone of her life. By Carolyn Ives Gilman Balavati Sara Family Authority Life

A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave. By Susanna Clarke Grave America Piper Cold Miserable

Sullivan ... Cassie ... in case you don't ... I wanted to tell you ... "I waited. I didn't push him."They made a major mistake," he blurted out, "the dumb bastards, when they didn't start by killing you first.""Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone's ever given me."I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth."You know," I whispered, "a year ago, I would have sold my soul for that."He shook his head. "Not worth it. By Rick Yancey Sullivan Cassie Kissed Benjamin Parish

There was something friendly about Sara, and people always felt it. By Frances Hodgson Burnett Sara Friendly People Felt

She'd looked out for me when she knew I was broken and lost without Chloe. In contrast, I'd let Sara continue on with a man I knew was unfaithful, all because I felt it wasn't my place to interfere. Where would I be if Sara had done the same? By Christina Lauren Chloe Sara Knew Looked Broken

Will let out a long breath. "She leaves me a lot. That's what she does. She leaves, and then she comes back. And then she stays some and then she leaves again.""Where does she go?""I have no idea.""You've never asked her?""No."Sara Didn't pretend to understand. "Why not?".He glanced out into the street, watching the traffic zoom by. "It's complicated. By Karin Slaughter Leaves Breath Long Sara Lot

Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea. By Alfred Lord Tennyson Broad Sea Based People Compassed

The wife of Ben-Hur, sat in her room in the beautiful villa by Misenum. It was noon, with a warm Italian sun making summer for the roses and vines outside. Everything in the apartment was Roman, By Lew Wallace Misenum Benhur Sat Wife Room

Bethlehem in Judah, j named Jesse, k who had By Anonymous Judah Jesse Bethlehem Named

Rome, Abby." I ignored him and turned to my aunt. "A month before my father disappeared, he needed you in Rome. Now I need you in Rome. By Ally Carter Abby Rome Aunt Disappeared Turned

Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank" - his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it - "and of course ye love Brianna and Roger Mac and the weans ... but, Sassenach - I am the true home of your heart, and I know that. By Diana Gabaldon Rootless Young Donn World Lost

Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless By Edgar Allan Poe Nameless Lenore Rare Radiant Maiden

Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories. By Peter S. Beagle California Avicenna Museum Youth Vault

Madeline Reynolds By Natasha Lowe Reynolds Madeline

I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper. By Deborah Levy Trieste French Sadness Tristesse Word

What's your name, honey?" Frank asked her. "Beth Riley," she said. She could hear footsteps overhead as the agents stomped around her parents' bedroom upstairs. "What's your real name?" he asked. Her skin prickled. "Beth Riley," she said again. By Chelsea Cain Honey Beth Riley Asked Frank

Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of common gentility will reach the age of sixteen without altering her name as far as she can?) must from situation be at this time the intimatre friend and confidante of her sister. By Jane Austen Sally Sarah Sister Young Lady

Sarah Jane Smith was everybody's hero when I was younger, and as brave and funny and brilliant as people only ever are in stories. But many years later, when I met the real Sarah Jane - Lis Sladen herself - she was exactly as any child ever have wanted her to be. Kind and gentle and clever; and a ferociously talented actress, of course, but in that perfectly English unassuming way. By Steven Moffat Jane Smith Sarah Younger Stories

We're establishing a pattern here, Sara. You come, you go. By Christina Lauren Sara Establishing Pattern

Sydney's the kind of port that leaves a mark on a sailor," the old man mused. "Really?" Haakon said, wondering what the man meant. "It did on me," he said, opening up his shirt to display his chest. It was covered with tattoos! At the top, SYDNEY was printed in elaborate red and blue letters. Beneath that was an enticing selection of names and dates. "Mary, 1838 ... Adella, 1840 ... " The old sailor began laughing. "Beatrice, 1843 ... Helen, 1846." And then finally, "Mother." There was no date after "Mother." "Mothers you love forever," he said. Everybody laughed then, including Haakon, though the thought brought some sadness to his heart. He did love his mother forever, and he missed her as well. By Bonnie Bryant Hiller Sydney Mused Mother Man Kind

Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I By Ally Condie Queen Newrose Oldrose Anne Lace

The name of the place was Is Vesnara Shast, which translated to The Wandering Road. What Lila didn't know, not until she saw Lenos's unease, was that the Arnesian word for road - shast - was the same as the word for soul. By V.e Schwab Shast Road Vesnara Wandering Place

side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other, By Gordon Basichis Vicki Alfred Side

Niki Behrikis Shanahan By Niki Behrikis Shanahan Shanahan Behrikis Niki

South.'But no name?,'No, Guido. But I'll keep By Donna Leon Guido South

My beautiful, my ownMy only Venice-this is breath! Thy breezeThine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!Thy very winds feel native to my veins,And cool them into calmness! By Lord Byron Venicethis Thy Beautiful Breath Ownmy

away from Eden. She's mine. By Karen Witemeyer Eden Mine

Food of Acheron. (Grave.)[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.] By Plautus Acheron Grave Lat Food Pabulum

Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Sardothien Death Arrogant Skilled

Loeanneth, so greedy and bold. She wondered By Kate Morton Loeanneth Bold Greedy Wondered

I knew from reading about Sarah Grimke that she'd been given a handmaid to be her personal slave and that her name was Hetty. The only other fact I knew about her was that Sarah taught her to read: They conspired in a very subversive way, by locking the door and screening the keyhole. By Sue Monk Kidd Hetty Grimke Sarah Knew Reading

MRS. REYES FARROW. By Darynda Jones Mrs Reyes Farrow

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.' By Seanan Mcguire Mira Grant Seanan Pseudonym Shawnin

When Sam had died, she had tucked him into her heart, tucked him alongside her other beloved dead, whose names she kept so secret she sometimes forgot them. But Nehemia - Nehemia wouldn't fit. It was as if her heart was too full of the dead, too full of those lives that had ended well before their time. By Sarah J. Maas Sam Tucked Nehemia Died Dead

If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act. By Dante Alighieri Leah Called Hands Rachel Mirror

Brianna," I heard a sweet voice call to me from somewhere above the clouds. "Brianna Valente, this is your captain calling," came that sweet voice again. By Giselle Fox Brianna Clouds Sweet Voice Valente

After a torrential rain. Acadia and her By James Patterson Rain Torrential Acadia

Helen of Troy, a hooker from Upstate New York. Never got a dinner! By Red Buttons Troy York Upstate Helen Hooker

Beautiful city! ... spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... her ineffable charm ... Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic! By Matthew Arnold Beautiful City Age Middle Spreading

Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov. By Richelle Mead Ivashkov Repeated Serenity Face Picture

Claire. - Venus hung low on the Atlantic horizon of a dawn sky. Continuing to shine brightly, her watery reflection lit up a path on the sea across the bay to where Claire stood on the patio. The shining goddess was the last thing she remembered seeing through the bedroom window, before succumbing to sleep. She was high in the night sky then, the brightest of all heavenly bodies, casting an apparent examination of what was euphemistically known as Orion's 'sword'. By Francine Scott Claire Venus Sky Atlantic Orion

Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ... By Erica Jong Venice City Intrigue Solid Wavering

Amelia, meet my Honeydew. By Alexandra Iff Amelia Honeydew Meet

Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells ... By Charles Dickens Pocket Sarah Miss Woman Shells

I dare say you could live without me, Sara; but I couldn't live without you. I was nearly dead. By Frances Hodgson Burnett Sara Live Dare Dead

Sarai had treasured every stage of Rachel's childhood, enjoying the day-to-day normalcy of things; a normalcy which she quietly accepted as the best of life. She had always felt that the essence of human experience lay not primarily in the peak experiences, the wedding days and triumphs which stood out in the memory like dates circled in red on old calendars, but, rather, in the unself-conscious flow of little things - the weekend afternoon with each member of the family engaged in his or her own pursuit, their crossings and connections casual, dialogues imminently forgettable, but the sum of such hours creating a synergy which was important and eternal. By Dan Simmons Normalcy Rachel Things Sarai Childhood

Out of the ashes of Sara Whitehead rose Melissa Stern. Out of the ashes of Mary Beth Whitehead, there were pieces lost. By Mary Beth Whitehead Stern Sara Melissa Whitehead Ashes

Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.Water, river, stone and sunWind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.Climbing into dark for you,Will you climb in stars for me?P.124 By Ally Condie Oldrose Newrose River Quean Anne

The Princess Saralinda thought she saw, as people often think they see, on clear and windless days, the distant shining shores of Ever After. Your guess is quite as good as mine (there are a lot of things that shine) but I have always thought she did, and I will always think so. By James Thurber Princess Saralinda Days Thought People

Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like By Maggie Brendan Cheyenne Belgian Anna Created Sateen

Salvation Amy from Flat Hill, Kansas. Just a trailer-park girl with a bunch of stupid dreams that would never come true. By Danielle Paige Kansas Hill Amy Flat Salvation

Gilly Gilleshpee By Victoria Laurie Gilleshpee Gilly

Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington. By Katy Evans Dumas Brooke Remington

between Scylla and Charybdis, By Alison Weir Charybdis Scylla

Geography is not just about the physical terrain, but also about the meaning that we attribute to it. Thus, the Saraswati flows, invisibly, at Allahabad. By Sanjeev Sanyal Geography Terrain Physical Meaning Attribute

Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest? By Wendy Mass Fitzpatrick Young Hills Falls Willow

It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah. By Anita Diamant Dinah Called Daughter Mother Deenah

Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true! By Aniimal Town Town Dreams Adventures Aniimal True

twenty miles of the sea. My By Charles Dickens Twenty Sea Miles

Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. By Justin Cronin Sara Grief Place Understood Person

CLEARVIEW, QUEENS By Evan Currie Clearview Queens

Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Simi Artemis Goddess Bitch Gallagher

to hear of the new house that Sam Hochstetler, By Stephanie Reed Hochstetler Sam Hear House

Come here till I tell you. Where is the sea high and the winds soft and moist and warm, sometimes stained with sun, with peace so wild for wishing where all is told and telling. By J.p. Donleavy Till Warm Sun Telling Sea

Add two letters two paris and it's paradise. By Jules Renard Add Paradise Letters Paris

Sarah is very strong. She's really intelligent and she's very physically capable. I like to put that into my own life as well. By Yvonne Strahovski Sarah Strong Capable Intelligent Physically

This is a place between, Susannah; a place where shadows are cancelled and time holds its breath. Then By Stephen King Susannah Place Breath Shadows Cancelled

Sara, your work is not to look for the perfect place where only the things you want exist. Your work is to look for the things you want in every place. By Esther Hicks Sara Work Things Exist Place

If you drive to the end of Little Harbor Road, in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, it will take you to the ocean, but you won't find the sandy lane to Camp Wyndham. I made the place up. Many other features of the area, however, are much as I presented them: South Street Cemetery, South Mill Pond, the Piscataqua Bridge. Here and there I have changed features to suit the needs of the story. By Joe Hill Road Portsmouth Hampshire Wyndham Harbor

was absolutely delighted. Sara By Rachel Van Dyken Sara Delighted Absolutely

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of exiles. By Emma Lazarus Greek Mother Fame Seawashed Sunset

What troubles you, Sarah? By Wendy Mass Sarah Troubles

Service. [Exeunt.] SCENE 6. The same. The DUKE's palace. [Enter PROTEUS.] PROTEUS. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To By William Shakespeare Service Exeunt Proteus Scene Forsworn

the beautiful wreckage of mercy. By Cassandra Clare Mercy Beautiful Wreckage

Wow.A sylph.I think that's the first confirmed contact ever!"I raised my hand. "Umm,hello? Girl who was kidnapped by said sylph? Anyone want to fill me in on what it is and why it decided to give me an aerial tour of our fine state? By Kiersten White Ummhello Wowa Hand Sylphi Confirmed

Sophie Kruger had worked in a house herself, up in Middle Swan. But now she pretended she was quality. There were none so self-righteous as those who rewrote their past. By Sandra Dallas Swan Kruger Middle Sophie Worked

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. By William Wordsworth Brought Elysian Beauty Melancholy Grace

Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell. By Harry Houdini Answer Rosabelle Pray

the coast, irregular By Jules Verne Irregular Coast

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,- Female of sex it seems,- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger? By John Milton Female Tarsus Gadire Sails Courted

Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess. By Elizabeth Hoyt Courageous Maddening Seductive Mysterious Diana