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Hiya, Aunty Wren!" Francesca shouted, waving her arms as if her aunt were several thousand feet away. "Wait a minute," she said, putting a finger to her lips, "I knows how you hates to be called 'Wren.' Should I call you Aunty Wyno? Or should I call you what Toby calls you? Toby calls you ah BEE EYE TEE SEE --""Aunt Wren is fine," said Wynona through clenched teeth. By Ash Gray Wren Hiya Aunty Call Calls

Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?""Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn. By Leigh Bardugo Fahey Llewellyn Jesper Inej Shut

You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk! By St John Morris Prick Whelk Dead

He felt greedy for something. He'd wanted to kiss Wylan since he'd first seen him stirring chemicals in that gruesome tannery - ruddy curls damp with the heat, skin so delicate it looked like it would bruise if you breathed on it too hard. He looked like he'd fallen into the wrong story, a prince turned pauper. From then on, Jesper had been stuck somewhere between the desire to taunt the pampered little merchling into another blush and the urge to flirt him into a quiet corner just to see what might happen. But sometime during their hours at the Ice Court, that curiosity had changed. He'd felt the tug of something more, something that came to life in Wylan's unexpected courage, in his wide-eyed, generous way of looking at the world. It made Jesper feel like a kite on a tether, lifted up and then plummeting down, and he liked it. By Leigh Bardugo Wylan Greedy Looked Jesper Felt

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. By Sarah Dessen Pygmalion Ummm Rogerson Sister Blinked

Escape was impossible. Victory even more so. Wulfgar's only thought and desire at that moment was to be spared the indignity and anguish of lycanthropy. Then Drizzt entered the room. By R.a. Salvatore Escape Impossible Victory Drizzt Wulfgar

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. By William Goldman Westly Westlydarling Adored Sweet Whisper

To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad. By John Milton Adder Blithe Glad Wilie

Who the rut is that Nubrevnan Windwitch? And: He should really learn how to button a shirt. By Susan Dennard Windwitch Nubrevnan Rut Shirt Learn

Wyclef is a musician that tried to unite as many musicians at once as possible. I am trying to be successful at that. The greatest challenge is that, I just got arrested for protesting in NYC for cutting the school budgets ... And I think that it's important to stand up. Schools are important. By Wyclef Jean Wyclef Unite Musician Musicians Important

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette. By Geoffrey Chaucer Ywette Hir Jolly Whistel Wel

Which of the horseswe passed yesterday whinniedall night in my dreams?I want that one. By William Stafford Dreams Horseswe Passed Yesterday Whinniedall

So weenybeenyveenyteeny. By James Joyce Weenybeenyveenyteeny

THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE By Arthur Conan Doyle Lodge Adventure Wisteria

Professor Branestawm By Norman Hunter Branestawm Professor

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up. By Dorothy Parker Hunny House Pooh Corner Tonstant

Emerson:bite me Whitne:you wish By Meg Cabot Emerson Whitne Bite

will-o'-the-wisp By Amor Towles Willo Thewisp

Teafortwo was a wyrman. Barrel-chested creatures like squat birds, with thick arms like a human dwarf's below those ugly, functional wings, the wyrmen ploughed the skies of New Crobuzon. Their hands were their feet, those arms jutting from the bottom of their squat bodies like crows' legs. They could pace a few clumsy steps here and there balancing on their palms, if they were indoors, but they preferred to careen over the city, yelling and swooping and screaming abuse at passers-by. The wyrmen were more intelligent than dogs or apes, but decidedly less than humans. They thrived on an intellectual diet of scatology and slapstick and mimicry, picking names for each other gleaned without understanding from popular songs and furniture catalogues and discarded textbooks they could just about read. Teafortwo's sister, Isaac knew, was called Bottletop; one of his sons Scabies. By China Mieville Wyrman Crobuzon Teafortwo Squat Arms

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke. By Geoffrey Chaucer Cloke Smylere Knyf

He woke, gasping. The sun was high in the sky. Wylan stood above him, shaking him gently. "It's almost time." Matthias nodded and rose, rolling his shoulders, feeling the warm spring air of Ketterdam around him. It felt alien in his lungs. "Are you all right?" Wylan asked tentatively, but apparently Matthias' glower was answer enough. "You're great," Wylan said, and hurried down the stairs. By Leigh Bardugo Gasping Wylan Woke Sky Ketterdam

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. By Jeanette Winterson Whelks Strange Comfortingthey Notion Community

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. By Ellen Dawn Benefield Purring Noise Woke Chest White

Nesy. At last. It has to be her. Who else can make Aydan smile? Make me smile. By Christine Fonseca Nesy Smile Make Aydan

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. By Christina Engela Terran Intelligence Space Bloody Reports

Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy - ""Find my what?"" - and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!""What's a Wheezy?""Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!"Bobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts."What?" Harry gasped. "They've got... they've got Ron?""The thing Harry Potter will miss the most, sir!" squeaked Dobby. By J.k. Rowling Wheezy Find Bobby Harry Potter

As was usual in Tilling, the presence of the Wyses curbed the tongued and improved the manner of those around them...A silence generally fell on the company after Mr. Wyse had finished speaking, his language was so fine, so Augustan that it seemed a pity to defile its memory with effusions in the sugar tongue. By Tom Holt Tilling Augustan Wyses Wyse Speaking

Even in the weak morning light trickling through the bakery's window, Wylan could see how weary Colm looked. "I made some big mistakes." Wylan drew a line on the floor with his finger. "You gave him someone to run to. No matter what he did or what went wrong. I think that's bigger than the big mistakes." "See now? That's why he likes you. I know, I know - it's none of my business, and I have no idea if he'd be good for you. Probably bring you ten kinds of headache. But I think you'd be good for him." Wylan's face heated. He knew how much Colm loved Jesper, had seen it in every gesture he'd made. It meant something that he thought Wylan was good enough for his son. By Leigh Bardugo Wylan Window Looked Good Mistakes

If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived. By Sarah J. Maas Assassin Adarlan Wanted Wyrd Arrived

The only thing with less character than Chardonnay is wainscoting. By Helen Ellis Chardonnay Wainscoting Thing Character

Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater! By J.k. Rowling Wheezy Sir Dobby Sweater Giving

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. By Leigh Bardugo Nina Wylan Situation Parlor Perched

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) By Madison Thorne Grey Wharick King Breccan Exian Bag

Mellingey Stream By Winston Graham Stream Mellingey

Artemis simple-toon By Eoin Colfer Artemis Simpletoon

Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him."Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving? By Sarah J. Maas Fine Fussy Nursemaid Wyvern Find

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. By Stephenie Meyer Jay Claire Unca Giggled Qwil

Having been away from you offical duties," Arch said as the Miller's hand lowered to his side, "you might not have hearc, but I've developed a weapon capable of destroying all of Boaderland, Wonderland, Morgavia, Unterlan and who knows what else. I call it WILMA, which stands for Weapon of Inconceivable Loss and Massive Annihilation. It also happens to be the name of one of my former wives, who had to be put down on account of her feisty temper. By Frank Beddor Wonderland Morgavia Arch Boaderland Unterlan

Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful. By Mark Forsyth English Wamblecropt Language Exquisite Word

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. By Antonia Michaelis Kis Micha Anna Wirtten Abel

Taran. We go down fighting. By Elizabeth Wein Taran 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. By Leigh Bardugo Wylan Water Looked Back Jesper

To ther Hed Wizzard, Unsene Universety, Greatings, I hop you ar well, I am sending to you won Escarrina Smith, shee hath thee maekings of wizzardery but whot may be ferther dun wyth hyr I knowe not shee is a gode worker and clene about hyr person allso skilled in diuerse arts of thee howse, I will send Monies wyth hyr May you liv longe and ende youre days in pese, And oblije, Esmerelder Weatherwaxe (Mss) Wytch. By Terry Pratchett Greatings Mss Wytch Hyr Wizzard

The wyvern swooped, but it was not to rend and tear but rather to bank and stare with one curious beady eye at the bodies of the minds that had touched hers in a way that no human had dared to do for hundreds of years. Such a slender and delicate creature, the wyvern thought, and so young, only a child in her reckoning, and yet with so much power. By Duncan Harper Wyvern Swooped Years Rend Tear

Tremulous smile. "Your Grace, glad tidings," he announced. "Wyman By Anonymous Wyman Tremulous Smile Grace Glad

Wuttaya say.""Bill's inside," Lucille said. "Get me a drink, willya, Harry?""Sure. By J.d. Salinger Bill Lucille Harry Willya Wuttaya

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. By Madison Thorne Grey Reached Wharick Warmth Acceptance Changed

Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout." "Whithout what? By Jonathan Stroud Highness Pardon Whithout Women Waits

Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse. By Jaclyn Moriarty Mackenzie Bindy Horse Talks

That was a pygmy marmoset by the way. Just in case you were wondering." I wheezed. "Thank you oh Walking Monkey Dictionary. By Colleen Houck Pygmy Marmoset Dictionary Wondering Walking

Y is for YGGDRASIL. The legendary Nordic ash tree with its three roots extending into the lands of mortals, giants, and Niflheim, the land of mist, grows in Wisconsin. Legend has it that when the tree falls, the universe will fall. Next Wednesday, the State Highway Commission comes through that empty pasture with a freeway. By Harlan Ellison Yggdrasil Niflheim Wisconsin Tree Nordic

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. By N.d. Wilson Hazard Aka York Child Enemy

I hope he didn't cross Kaz Brekker," Nina said with a shudder."Wylan wouldn't--""Of course not," said Nina as she shook out the cuffs of her kefta and prepared to exit the dining room." Only a fool would. By Leigh Bardugo Nina Brekker Wylan Kaz Shudder

What about her?" Win shook his head. "God, Myron, you're such a sexist. And here she is now." Win looked toward the door. Myron did the same and immediately recognized the woman who'd entered. It was Brooke Baldwin, Win's cousin and, more to the point, mother of the still-missing Rhys. Myron hadn't seen Brooke in, what, five years, he surmised. A By Harlan Coben Win Myron Brooke God Baldwin

The whirligig featured a drummer, a trumpet player, a clarinetist, and a man with a trombone. It was a leap beyond the spouting whale, with more figures, a six-bladed propeller, and a much more complex system of rods and pivots that made the instruments dip and rise as if the musicians were marching. By Paul Fleischman Drummer Player Clarinetist Trombone Whirligig

Periodically, the Tailor would stop and stretch and give Wylan a mirror so that he could consult on what looked right or wrong. An hour later, Wylan's irises had gone from gold to blue and the shape of his eyes had changed as well. "His brow should be narrower," Jesper said, peering over Genya's shoulder. "Just a little bit. And his lashes were longer." "I didn't know you were paying attention," murmured Wylan. Jesper grinned. "I was paying attention." "Oh good, he's blushing," said Genya. "Excellent for the circulation. By Leigh Bardugo Tailor Wylan Periodically Wrong Jesper

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence. By William Shakespeare Wheyface Soilders English Thy Face

Well, princess," Wynter murmured, "let's see what you're made of. By C.l. Wilson Princess Wynter Murmured Made

The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that 'W-A-T-E-R' meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free. By Helen Keller Mystery Language Revealed Joy Meant

WindClan has traveled a long time. It's nearly a moon since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay. By Erin Hunter Windclan Time Traveled Long Home

So far Kat has been through all the Wa's she could think of, but Hale hadn't admitted to being Walter or Ward or Washington. He'd firmly denied both Warren and Waverly. Watson had prompted him to do a very bad Sherlock Holmes impersonation throughout a good portion of a train ride to Edinburgh, Scotland. And Wayne seemed so wrong she hadn't even tried.Hale was Hale. And not knowing what the W's stood for had become a constant reminder to Kat that, in life, there are some things that can be given but never stolen.Of course, that didn't stop her from trying. By Ally Carter Washington Walter Ward Hale Kat

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

I wish the word whimsical wasn't used now. By Roger Mcgough Word Whimsical

Are you telling me, or are you asking me?" Kathel said sarcastically."Depends on your answer," Wharickreplied. "Yes, Gwardian. It would be my honor to be your second." "Then I was telling you," Wharick told him. By Madison Thorne Grey Wharickreplied Gwardian Depends Telling Wharick

Hearing wulfen howl is ... well, it's horrible. The sound is glassy, hovering at the upper ranges of hearing, and it's full of paws on snow and running with the icy wind hitting the back of your throat like stares. Underneath the glassy edge is the song of flesh ripped apart, the sweetness of hot blood, and the savagery of crunching bones with sharp teeth.The worst part is how it climbs into your brain, pressing itself like a hard sharpness into the soft folds, and drags open the doors socialization slams shut to keep the howling ravening thing down inside down and tame.The thing on four clawed legs that lives in all of us. By Lilith Saintcrow Wulfen Howl Hearing Glassy Thing

Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut? By T. Torrest Ummmm Excuse Cokey Mcwhoreslut

Cruddy Mouthbreather By Holly Black Mouthbreather Cruddy

Jesper struck a match and one, two, three, four, five of the rockets Wylan had prepared were screaming toward the sky, exploding in crackling bursts of color. The last was a shimmer of pink. Strontium chloride, Wylan had told him, working away on his collection of fireworks and explosives, flash bombs, weevils, and whatever else was needed. In the dark, it burns red.Things are always more interesting in the dark, Jesper had replied. He hadn't been able to help it. Really, if the merchling was going to offer those kinds of opportunities, he had a duty to take them. By Leigh Bardugo Wylan Jesper Sky Exploding Color

Wylan cleared his throat. "The chemistry is complicated. I was hoping Kuwei would help." Nina said something to Kuwei in Shu. He shrugged and looked away, lip jutting out slightly. Whether it was the recent death of his father or the fact that he'd found himself stuck in a cemetery with a band of thieves, the boy had become increasingly sullen. "Well?" Jesper prodded. "I have other interests," Kuwei replied. Kaz's black gaze pinned Kuwei like the tip of a dagger. "I suggest rethinking your priorities." Jesper gave Kuwei another nudge. "That's Kaz's way of saying, 'Help Wylan or I'll seal you up in one of these tombs and see how that suits your interests.' " Matthias was no longer sure what the Shu boy understood or didn't, but apparently he'd received the message. Kuwei swallowed and nodded grudgingly. "The power of negotiation," Jesper said, and shoved a cracker in his mouth. By Leigh Bardugo Kuwei Jesper Throat Shu Cleared

Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatest accomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby attaching himself to the Lannisters. By George R R Martin Swyft Kevan Lannisters Ser Shameless

Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye! By Geoffrey Chaucer Wrooth Lord Pleye Nat Ful

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. "You think like a lockpick," he'd told Wylan. "I do not." "I mean you can see space along three axes." "I'm not a criminal," Wylan protested. Kaz had cast him an almost pitying look. "No, you're a flautist who fell in with bad company. By Leigh Bardugo Sketches Kaz Wylan Impressed Lockpick

In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud. By Jose Andres Wonton Kong Hong Cloud Swallowing

Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain ... By Eugenie De Guerin Witticisms Firearms Pain Make Noise

In our family "whim-wham" is code, a defanged reference to any number of moods and psychological disorders, be they depressive, manic, or schizoaffective. Back in the 1970s and '80s - when they were all straight depression - we called them "dark nights of the soul." St. John of the Cross's phrase ennobled our sickness, spiritualized it. We cut God out of it after the manic breaks started in 1986, the year my dad, brother, and I were all committed. Call it manic depression or by its new, polite name, bipolr disorder. Whichever you wish. We stick to our folklore and call it the whim-whams. By David Lovelace Family Code Depressive Schizoaffective Manic

Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type. By Danny Wallace Wagamama Text Type Messaging Aficionados

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. By Gerald Vizenor Alberta Kinsella Edmunton Writer Born

Wolsey sits with his elbows on his desk, his fingers dabbing his closed lids. He takes a great breath, and begins to talk: he begins to talk about England. You can't know Albion, he says, unless you can go back before Albion was thought of. You must go back before Caesar's legions, to the days when the bones of giant animals and men lay on the ground where one day London would be built. You must go back to the New Troy, the New Jerusalem, and the sins and crimes of the kings who rode under the tattered banners of Arthur and who married women who came out of the sea or hatched out of eggs, women with scales and fins and feathers; beside which, he says, the match with Anne looks less unusual. These are old stories, he says, but some people, let us remember, do believe them. By Hilary Mantel Back Albion Wolsey Desk Lids

Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis. By Henry James Charybdis Scylla Fancy

Margowegottagohomeandtell. By John Green Margowegottagohomeandtell

Do you have a name?" "Ygritte." Her By George R R Martin Ygritte

Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke. By Thomas Nash Drynke Garlick Wynke Stynke Maketh

That's Right Hunny-B By Lady Gaga Hunnyb

Know what you get when you rearrange the letters in Nate Wetherill? HATE WILL ENTER. By Elise Allen Wetherill Nate Hate Enter Rearrange

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 By Ammon Shea William Gwillim Welsh Benefit Halfdozen

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. By Ron Carlson Whimsy Love Utah Person Quipster

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest? By Robert Bridges Ship Rising Fair Rover Quest

Clear your mind of whimsy By Maggie Stiefvater Clear Whimsy Mind

Atalanta in Calydon By F Scott Fitzgerald Calydon Atalanta

Wyndham was a bore, in his humble opinion, but everything he did, every last decision and action - they were for others. It was all for Wyndham - the heritage, not the person. It was impossible not to respect such a man.But this was different. The duke wasn't standing up for his people, he was standing up for one person. It was a far more difficult thing to do. By Julia Quinn Wyndham Bore Opinion Action Humble

Like all male creatures Wimsey was a simple soul at bottom. By Dorothy L. Sayers Wimsey Bottom Male Creatures Simple

Jesper gave his shoulder another little shake. "Well, how about this? Kaz is going to tear your father's damn life apart."Wylan was about to say that didn't help either, but he hesitated. Kaz Brekker was the most brutal, vengeful creature Wylan had ever encountered--and he'd sworn he was going to destroy Jan Van Eck. The thought felt like cool water cascading over the hot, shameful feeling of helplessness he'd been carrying with him for so long. Nothing could make this right, ever. But Kaz could make his father's life very wrong. By Leigh Bardugo Jesper Shake Kaz Wylan Gave

She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl. By Rodgers And Hammerstein Whirl Throw Whirling Dervish

Listeria, wisteria. Ha. Funny words. She By Liane Moriarty Listeria Wisteria Funny Words

Niki Behrikis Shanahan By Niki Behrikis Shanahan Shanahan Behrikis Niki

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. By Leigh Bardugo Motion Energy Lanky Piece Clockwork

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. By Sarah Dalton Sasha Welhewan Voice Charming Unsure

What would Garrick have said about Wynter's Summerlander Queen? Khamsin stopped by a sculpture of his laughing father holding an infant Garrick over his head. Young Wynter and his mother were holding hands nearby, dancing in the grass."Tell me about this day," she begged. "What was it like? You all look so happy."Garrick would have liked her, Wynter decided. He would have liked her very much. By C.l. Wilson Queen Summerlander Garrick Wynter Holding

Foul whisp'rings are abroad. By William Shakespeare Foul Abroad Whisprings

Llanfair - home if Saint Gelert's grave. We should call ourselves that, like that other Llanfair.''You mean the other Llanfair over the Anglesey; the one that claims to have the longest name in the world?' Barry-the-Bucket asked.'That's exactly what I mean', Evans-the-Meat said grandly. 'If they can call themselves Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which we all know means nothing more important than Saint Mary's church in the hollow of white hazel near the rapid whirlpool and Saint Tisilio's church near the red cave, then why shouldn't we start calling ourselves Llanfair-up-on-the-pass-with-the-brook-running-through-it-and-Saint-Gelert's-grave-right-above-it? By Rhys Bowen Gelert Saint Llanfair Home Grave