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Housing Units (2000): 590
Land area (2000): 11.080140 sq. miles (28.697430 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.019750 sq. miles (0.051151 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 11.099890 sq. miles (28.748581 sq. km)
FIPS code: 39685
Located within: Louisiana (LA), FIPS 22
Location: 30.367113 N, 90.566390 W
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Headwords:
Killian
Wikipedia
Killian or Cillian, as a given name, is an Anglicized version of the Irish name Cillín. Killian is the more radical anglisation of the name as there is no 'K' in the Gaelic alphabet.
Killian, as a surname, is found in both Ireland and Germany. It was originally spelled Ó Cillín in Irish before being Anglicized into Killeen as well as Killian. Spelling variations for Killian include Kilian, Killion, and others.
The name is said to derive from Saint Kilian, an Irish missionary to Germany in the 7th century, who, according to the Acta Sanctorum, was born in Mullagh, County Cavan, Ireland C.640. He departed for his mission to the continent with 12 Apostles from Kilmacologue in the parish of Tuosist, County Kerry, Ireland. In 689 he was martyred in Würzburg, Franconia, Germany and subsequently became the city's patron saint.
The most likely meaning of the name is "little church", a reference to someone prayerful or spiritual, cill meaning "church" in Gaelic while the suffix "-ín" is used affectionately to indicate a 'pet' or diminutive status. The Rev. Patrick Woulfe wrote that Cillian is the 'pet' diminutive of Ceallach which means "war" or "strife".
Usage examples of "killian".
Shanks, the scrawny wainwright Killian had drunk with in a London pub.
Caught off guard, Killian was yanked nearly off his feet before the bridle was snatched from his hand.
Tucking her elegant head, she rolled dark eyes at Killian and champed the copper mouthpiece as if she scolded him.
The shocking color reminded Killian of the wild poppies of the French countryside, though, if truth be told, he could not quite remember when he had seen them.
Indeed, he was considering something far more lascivious, and not for the first time if Killian guessed rightly.
Only a lark, but as Killian scanned the greenery, his gaze fell on the towering statue of the Black Celt.
A trio of men strode past her, not seeming to notice, and Killian forced out a breath.
The smithy had not been quite so broad across the chest as Killian, forcing him to leave the simple garment unfastened across his throat.
Even from a distance of several yards Killian could hear her intake of breath, and then, like one in a trance, she dropped her parcel and approached the dark stallion, her hand lifted wordlessly.
The stallion reared in wild frustration, and Killian, without thought or any hint of good sense, leapt into the fray.
Beneath Killian, Treun flared his wide nostrils, shaking his heavy crest and mincing nervously.
And though Killian could not see her clearly, there was no doubt about her identity, not a shadow of a question.
The mare pivoted away, nearly colliding with Fleurette, but Killian was already reaching for her.
She glanced in that direction, seeming dazed, but Killian turned to the servant with a snarl, and the man stumbled back.
She paused and Killian realized he was rubbing the aching bruise Treun had left on his biceps.