Witches Quotes - Page 2

There was something about decapitating an already dead woman, only to follow up with shared brownies with a witch he wasn't sure he trusted and simultaneously wanted to do the horizontal tango with, that drained the energy from him.

Kait Ballenger

W-what are you?"Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.

Anne Bishop

He frowned. "Naked baby photos should be outlawed."tShe closed the photo album. "So tell me, do you still have those cute dimples on your ass?

Kait Ballenger

A tiny cage of butterflies suddenly buzzed around the inside of her gut. Her superhot professor wanted to take a nighttime stroll with her and he was offering her his jacket. Before she could decide whether she wanted to be the type of girl who did that sort of thing with her professor, which was clearly inappropriate, she grasped the leather jacket in her hands and slipped it on. Aw, shucks, who was she kidding? She totally was that kind of girl.

Kait Ballenger

You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence."No.""Don't you know the answer?""Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl.""But you know the answer."Daemon growled.

Anne Bishop

You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence."I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--"He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter. "Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are."She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?

Anne Bishop

Now, Simone, I'm a witch, remember? There's not much I don't know just by looking at you. And you know what I see when I look at you?'Simone walked out the door before she could finish, only hearing the steely hush of Millie's voice add, 'Nothing.

Suzanne Palmieri

I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself."t"The fancy feelings are mutual."tA grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.

Sara Humphreys

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest bitch of all?

Sara Humphreys

Scaoileadh Me....t'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said.tHoly. Crap.

Sara Humphreys

You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.

Sara Humphreys

Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.

Sara Humphreys

Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?

Sara Humphreys

I've a need for knowing what potion you mixed with these, lass." The rich baritone of his voice washed over her with a mesmerizing quality. She liked the sound. A lot. 'Twas deep and majestic, the kind of voice a body would never tire of hearing....Apparently we have company. We shall finish this conversation anon.""I highly doubt that we will," she retorted. "My brother has arrived to accuse me of witchcraft and arrest me. Unless you are available for hire as my protector, this conversation is quite finished."Instead of appearing shocked, the stranger's eyes took on a twinkle. "Is that so? Most damsels in your distressed shoes would be either weeping or swooning by now. Instead you offer me employment. I'll admit I am fascinated by your offer.

Jo Grafford

He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.t"It's okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.

Carrie Ann Ryan

What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.

Maeve Greyson

She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.

Carrie Ann Ryan

You may be sure of appearing as good, safe, stay-at-home wife material, and he will have the utmost respect for you, as he would for a faithful cook, but he’ll not respect you for the one most important asset every woman who has the wherewithal to employ it—you looks! Vanity not only keeps a woman young, but also gives her something to live for, and if you get saddled to a man who stifles this basic female urge, yet ogles its effects in other women, he could well be knocking years off your life.

Anton Szandor LaVey

You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.

Chloe Jacobs

No,' she said. 'No, I don't reckon that's what I do now. Are you watchin', Mrs Gogol? Are you watchin' real close?' Her gaze travelled the room and rested for just a fraction of a second on Magrat. Then she reached over, carefully, and thrust her arm up to the elbow into the burning torch. And the doll in Erzulie Gogol's hands burst into flame. It went on blazing even after the witch had screamed and dropped it on to the floor. It went on burning until Nanny Ogg ambled over with a jug of fruit juice from the buffet, whistling between her teeth, and put it out. Granny withdrew her hand. It was unscathed.

Terry Pratchett

Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.t"I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing.t"You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move."tHe grinned before kissing her. "You say such sweet things.

Carrie Ann Ryan

For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed. Sometimes they need to help some poor soul through the final hours, help them to find the door, not to get lost in the dark.

Terry Pratchett

Death is but a doorway to another path.

Joyce Lavene

We all hold a monster inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.

Mary Lindsey

I see this is not the first time you've gotten yourself injured," she said, sounding irritated. "I suppose battle scars are a badge of honor for you Highlanders."He shrugged. "Every scar provides a tale to share around the hearth.""You should be more careful," she scolded."I am careful," he said with a laugh. "That's why I live to tell the tales.

Margaret Mallory

There are things that defy logic. Things that speak to the instinctual fear cloaked by our conscious minds.

Mary Lindsey

Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.

Laura Oliva

Good God, the lad is a lass!

Margaret Mallory

Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!

Margaret Mallory

No one lacked imagination like the English. Yet he could not dismiss the notion that this lass dressed in breeches could be the seer his grandmother foretold. Finding an English lass lying on a Scottish hillside so many miles from the border was strange enough to have a touch of magic about it.

Margaret Mallory

I knew how you liked long tales," he said, giving her a wink. "There's sure to be plenty of those.""In Gaelic," she said."All the better for learning it.

Margaret Mallory

Something about the floating club reminded him of Wonderland. Not Disney's Wonderland, either, but Wonderland according to Lewis Carroll: dark, sumptuous. Treacherous. It was the sort of place where anything could happen...and probably did. He had a feeling if a deranged, bloodthirsty monarch suddenly swept in and started demanding people's heads, no one would bat an eye.

Laura Oliva

I may not survive," Roderick said, resting his hand on the small of her back,"if I wait any longer to kiss you.

Margaret Mallory

She tore her eyes from his abs and gave in to the temptation to look further down. Over his kilt her eyes wandered and stopped, speculating on the promising bulge beneath the blue tartan.t"Hope you like what you see...

Lisa Carlisle

I circle around them, my sword pointed in their direction. "Hermes Trismegistus. Ostanes the Persian. Olympiodorous of Thebes---" I stop, feeling like an idiot. These necromancers and the ridiculous names they give themselves. They're always trying to outdo one another. "You five," I said instead. "By the authority of King Malcolm of Anglia, I am commanded to arrest you for the crime of witchcraft.

Virginia Boecker

A witch is someone who has dedicated her life to learning about the connections between things. She studies the different cycles and her place in them. She learns how to use the energy in herself and in the world to make changes. And most of all, she tries to make the world a better place for herself and other people.

Isobel Bird

Merik swiveled his wrists slowly. At night, the temple was too dark to see the blood dripping from his arms, pooling on the granite flagstones. He felt it falling, though. Just as he felt the new, burned flesh on his hands stretching beneath torn gloves.Yet even as pain shivered through his body, he couldn’t help but think: Only a fool ignores Noden’s gifts. For if Merik looked at this case of mistaken identity from the just the right angle, it could in fact all be seen as boon.The assassin in the night. The fire on the Jana. The attack of a Waterwitch in Pin’s Keep. Each event had led Merik here, to Noden’s temple. To a fresco of the god’s left hand.To the Fury.Twice now, he’d been mistaken for that monstrous demigod, and twice now, it had worked in Merik’s favor. So why not continue using the fear invoked from that name? Was Merik not doing the Fury’s work by bringing justice to the wronged and punishment to the wicked? It was clear that Nubrevnans needed Merik’s help, and his sister Vivia…Well, she was stil out there. Alive. Wretched.So was it not Merik’s moral duty to keep her off the throne? And he could do that if he could just prove she had indeed tried to kill him—that it was she who’d purchased that prisoner from Vizer Linday, and she who’d sent the prisoner to kill Merik.Yes. This was right. This was Noden’s will. It throbbed in Merik’s wounds. It shivered across his scalp and down his raw back.Take the god’s gift. Become the Fury.Merik rose, stiff but strong, from the temple floor, and with a new purpose in his movements, he tugged his hood, his sleeves, his gloves into place. Then he turned away from the Fury’s gruesome fresco and set out to bring justice to the wronged.Punishment to the wicked.

Susan Dennard

I don’t know how much more you can take.” He laughed. “You’re a witch. From a family of witches. My ex-wife is a witch. Apparently literally and figuratively. Plus my kid’s a witch. And I am probably some kind of animal shifter. All that, and I’m still upright and functioning. I don’t think there’s anything you could tell me that would break me at this point.

Kristen Painter

Salem is in part a story of what happens when a set of unanswerable questions meets a set of unquestioned answers.

Stacy Schiff

Couldn't I just take up juggling fire over a pit of alligators?" Liam muttered. "I think it might be easier.

Deborah Blake

If you ignored the benign ghost that haunted the place and the witch who lived inside, it was practically the picture of normalcy.

Deborah Blake

Liam's lips tightened. "She's only a little girl. She doesn't know anything about swords. What if she cuts herself? It's sharp, right?"t"Of course it is sharp, Liam. What would be the point ot having a sword that wasn't?

Deborah Blake

Cookies, a dragon dog, and a sword: what every well-equipped little girl takes on a journey.

Deborah Blake

This is the strangest family vacation ever," Liam said.

Deborah Blake

You guys must use some interesting parenting techniques."t"You have no idea," Liam said dryly. "You have no idea.

Deborah Blake

You wouldn't believe the things that go missing in these labs. Remind me to tell you the story about the radioactive spider sometime.

Deborah Blake

Tis the unexpected that makes life interesting.

Ashlyn Chase

It is Halloween,” he explains coyly. “I wanted to come out as something beautiful. None of this witch stuff for me. My God, don’t we spend our whole life as witches?

Paul Russell

The end is also the beginning. In order to arrive at your destiny, you must first accept the path that lies ahead. It is paved with loss, betrayal, and sorrow, but the circle is not at its end You must continue on until you find your true center and your peace.

Brynn Myers

Maybe next time you'll take me up on dinner."t"I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. I'm pretty sure hell will freeze over first."tAgain he smiled. "Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.

Brynn Myers

He leaned forward and kissed me like he did last night, no hesitation, just pure passion. I should've cared that we were in a room full of contractors but as I savored his lips, I didn't give a damn where we were.t"Are you hungry?"t"For dinner?" I grinned.tHe exhaled a chuckle before he whispered in my ear. "Dinner first and then I'll have you for dessert.

Brynn Myers

Girls, you listen to every word your mamma is saying, cause the only way you'll ever get a better piece of chicken is if you're a rooster.

Brynn Myers

She was a good witch and a decent person, but decent people aren’t always easy to live with.

Ursula Vernon

They were all Fae, yet not fully Fae. They were among the rarest of all the Elder Races. In modern-day slang, they were “triple threats,” creatures with the blood of three different races flowing through their veins. The strongest, most magical – the most tainted.tThe Fae of the Light Court called them ‘abomination.’tNikolas called them brothers.

Thea Harrison

But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on.Or Thirteen.

Sarah J Maas

The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go, about, about,Thrice to thine, thrice to mine,And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up.

William Shakespeare

Look, daddy, Mel gave me a pet!” The boy said excitedly. “He’s called Incy.”Hunter looked down and inhaled sharply at the sight of a large spider in Adam’s little hand. His eyes snapped up to Mel, who was sitting silent and serene in the middle of the floor, obviously pleased with her present.“A spider?” Hunter asked with exasperation. “Fine. Why don’t you get Mel to teach it tricks.

K.S. Marsden

Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods?" He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. "If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.

Deborah Blake

At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up.t"Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?

Deborah Blake

Day gazed out at the sky, where a shooting star was winging across the heavens. "I stepped in between Jenna and the hex. I wasn't even thinking; it was just instinctive."t"Of course it was." Barbara gazed at him fondly. "You may think you have changed, but your gallantry was never just for show; it's part of who you are.

Deborah Blake

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