Paranormal Quotes - Page 6

It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.

Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She'd just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.

Kiss me good."Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn't need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly."Bow chicks wow wow," said another voice.

The nightmare was shaped like a goddess - a beauty with a body curved to incite reckless sinning. She wore an angry pout that he knew would burn his mouth. She had hair like snow and eyes as cold and fathomless as the deepest reaches of space. How like a nightmare to seduce and terrify at the same time.

Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.

Well, next time that Gerry Rees comes in, send him to me,” Lois threatened. “I’ll wait until he’s nice and distracted and then boom, I’ll pull out the brass knuckles!”“You’ll do no such thing!” Maggie warned her. “That’d hurt everyone’s business here! …And you got brass knuckles? Where the hell did you get brass knuckles?”“They been in the family for years. Grandpap had ‘em down on the docks.” Lois admitted.“Lois being the oldest, they went to her…” Margaret added.“Well, just the same, we can’t afford anyone leaving any traceable marks on the gentlemen around here.”--Maggie Pollaski with the Raterink Sisters from The Ragtime Coven

...now the whole fucking world is different.""It's about to get worse," Steve said."Then I'll call for food," Vincent said. "Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences?

So either I help you or I'm on my own?" With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again."That's the choice," she said.

Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He's ---" she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words "-- the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation.

They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.

She glanced again toward Vincent. "And who is he again?"Vincent grinned. "I'm Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bullshit of her father's first.

The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.

If she couldn't be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn’t exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous.

I want you to walk away from a fight instead of run toward it, goddamn it.

Thane - She grasped my face in her hands and pulled me to her, pressing soft kisses on my lips. My arm slid around her waist, and my hand pressed against the small of her back until her body melded with mine. My tongue demanded entrance, and she opened to me, allowing me to taste her, tease her, devour her. tAnd in that moment, I claimed her as mine.

Suzannah Daniels

When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.

There are people who walk this Earth who truly belong in Hell. Sometimes, we have to move ‘em along a little… point the way.” --Vernon Kraft, Avenging Angel from The Ragtime Coven

Maisie stepped out and moved as if there were gravity. "Are you coming or what?"Rook nodded and hefted Steve with him. "You should consider counseling.""For what?""Your God complex.

What's more powerful than a priestess?" I didn't really want to know, did I?"A bokor."The name rang a few tiny bells inside my head, but not enough to put it together on my own. "Explain.""In a nutshell, they're the equivalent of a sorceress, and they deal primarily with the dead.

A ghostly voice shivered along my spine, whispering, "We shall meet soon, bèt nan bwa.

Ray snorted. "Yeah, the air right around where the boat was parked is absolutely full of shit. Like the devil blew his nose all over it.""That's a pretty picture, Ray.

Sleep," he commanded. "You need to rest after being jumped.""You could jump me.

Rook cocked his head. "Harlen would want me to give you more time.""I could punch you again, even while being proxied," she offered. "Would that satisfy you?""And into the Scrape we go," he said.

Fucking unicorns wouldn't be hard to chase, as they'd probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.

That is strange and creepy," Marcy remarked, "but totally cool. You Ghostbustered her.

Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?"Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. "Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second."A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, "She was a nightmare.

A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.

All that Anne Rice crap is true, I thought on my way out the door; New Orleans really does have a vampire problem.Besides me, of course.

J.R. Rain

Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that's all the Sandman had been - a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass.

My first thought was that a tornado had somehow picked me up and carried me off, like in the Wizard of Oz. No old witches pedaled by, and I didn't see any flying farm animals or chicken coops, and after a few agonizing minutes, I fell deep into unconsciousness again.

J.R. Rain

I love you. Forever, and a day.

Serenity K Moon - Antarus

I don’t know if you picked up on the elephant in the room… but we’re witches. Angela, Andrea, me, and Evelyn and Celia back home.”--Aunt Maddy from The Ragtime Coven

I had been a happy normal wife and mother in Orange County until ten years ago, when I was attacked by an evil vampire... and turned into one myself. It's made my life since gross and scary and, let's face it, weird.

J.R. Rain

I put the carpetbag on a ledge, and then, hanging upside down by my razor-clawed feet, slept until sunset. A first for me, and actually quite comfortable.Lord help me.

J.R. Rain

Lucifer sharpened his gaze and focused on Ajax. “Yes… I want you to drive over to New Jersey, load those two corpses into your car and take them back to the Italians… personally”“In my car?”“They haven’t been in the water more than a week, Ajax.”“But actually… inside?”“Well,” Lucifer’s patience was fading, “If you tie them to the fenders like you’re coming back from Deer Camp, the Italians might not find you quite as endearing…”--Lucifer and Ajax from The Ragtime Coven

Am I right in thinkin' you've maybe been" - he dropped his voice - "the victim of an infamous outrage by the darkies?

J.R. Rain

Tell me, Mrs. Moon, will your need for sustenance trouble you on this excursion? How often do you need to feed?" I couldn't tell whether his interest was scientific, or whether he was afraid I might plunge my teeth into his throat at any moment.

J.R. Rain

You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy...you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?

Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.

Jacqueline E. Smith

Even dead he won't let me go!"t"Third time's the charm.

Dash shoved his hands on his hips and looked down into the bowl. ‘You gave my fish pink rocks?’ he said as he turned to face her.Joy shrugged. ‘I didn’t really look at the colour I just grabbed the nearest bag.’‘It had to be pink?’‘There’s some blue as well.’He looked into the bowl again. ‘Not really.’Joy couldn’t believe she was having a conversation about pink rocks when the bigger question of what the hell he’d found out about the robberies was still unanswered. ‘You think it’s going to turn Ralph gay?’ she asked sweetly. ‘Given that he’s living his life out solo it’s kind of a moot question, don’t you think?’‘You’re right, I think he needs a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.’‘With those rocks? I think he needs Fishtank Barbie in there.’‘Is your masculinity threatened because your fish has pink rocks?’Dash folded his arms. ‘He’s a bloke. He doesn’t do pink.’Joy glanced at the bowl. ‘It works,’ she said. ‘It...blends.’‘He’s orange,’ Dash said. ‘Since when have pink and orange gone together?

He's a nightmare," she said.t"I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me.

Hey, ghosts are nothing to laugh at! Whether or not you believe in them, they’re out there. I’ve seen them. I’ve even heard them.

His dad's eyes were getting darker. "How bad is it really?"tVery bad. Too many fronts to fight.tBur for starters...t"That big storm out east?" Jordan and Rook had gone to investigate... "That's the Sandman in the waking world."tHis dad frowned deeply. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what that means."tYeah, well... "Neither do we.

There is no reason for any of this if we don't survive."tVince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. "Ah, love. That's where you're wrong. As long as we do what we're meant to do, it doesn't really matter if we survive or not.

Voodoo very old magic - possibly one of the oldest forms of all time. It's often referred to as vodou or voudoun....Voodoo worships the loa, which are literally spirits - like ghosts - but much more powerful. The priestess can summon the loa, and the spirit inhabits her body. It's called being 'ridden

You can't bluff your way past everyone.""You mean about filleting that guy?" Sera returned."Who said I was bluffing?

Did the van die because it's a complete piece of shit or was it something supernatural?" Tyler asked...

I like you like this. The way it should be. Safe in my arms.

The Sandman is rising."It'd been the only thing Coll had said before delirium had taken him again.The Sandman. Rising.

When we are allowed two seconds of freedom, be prepared for me to tear your clothes off.""That sounds like a perfect plan.

No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.

There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.

Jesus, Jess, it would be nice if you stayed out of life-and-death scenarios for five minutes.

Ray is going to fly you out and the plan is to meet up in two hours."She sighed. "I despise Vamp Air, but I guess it can't be helped. I can't even think about the amount of bugs that will be caught in my teeth over these swamplands.""Well, maybe it would help if you just keep your mouth shut---

You’ve lied to me. You’ve hid things from me. How dare you talk to me like we’re still friends, like we ever mattered to you at all?--Sydney Field

Megan Maldonado

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