Ya Urban Fantasy Quotes
The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who'd' just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn't completely prematurely white.
Bez blew out a breath and leaned heavily against the bar. "Honestly, D, you're better off busting your subversive cherry with something else. A nice werewolf killing. A vampire blood drive.
You can't bluff your way past everyone.""You mean about filleting that guy?" Sera returned."Who said I was bluffing?
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.
Jesus, Jess, it would be nice if you stayed out of life-and-death scenarios for five minutes.
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.
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.
That is strange and creepy, " Marcy remarked, "but totally cool. You Ghostbustered her.
Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She'd just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.
Tonight was about fathers. Vince was going to kill hers for murdering his.
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.
They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare.
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 know you can read me, and I can often hear your thoughts too. Makes for an interesting relationship, don't you think?
You're not prepared physically or mentally to pick a fight with a thousand-year-old vampire." he said. 'He is more cunning and far more ruthless than you.''Maybe I'll surprise you, ' I said. . .
You are mine. You are always going to be mine. It doesn't matter what came before, the only thing that matters is what is now and going forward. There will never be anyone else for you. Only me. Me.
She was the real treasure, more precious than sapphires, diamonds and gold.At the core of his ancient, cynical heart, he was an acquisitive creature, after all.
He clenched his teeth and muttered, "I can't get deep enough."....Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Try.
What do you want?""You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.
The dragons live in the casino?Tee's eyes widened and alarm coursed through her.My God, it's like the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Are ya glad to see me, or is that a roll of poker chips in your pants?
If you simply write him off as the god of sacrifice and nothing more, then you are way off the mark. He's got more courage, integrity, and heart than anyone I've ever met.
Still shuddering, he collapsed atop her on a long, strangled groan. It sounded as if someone had just wrung out his soul.Ella knew precisely how he felt.
Hiking is like life...You can spend the whole trip just watching the trail ahead, worrying that you'll twist an ankle or fall.And then you miss all this.
We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?
Merkabah is translated as either meaning the throne of god or chariot. Both definitions imply a means of spiritual ascension, not a physical one. They only have it partly right.
Hovering above me, directly over the twirling Merkabah, was the cosmic phenomena I hoped for but had not truly expected.
You don’t have any balls?’ For once I wasn’t trying to be insulting.
Yeah, I write Urban Fantasy, but its more like Die Hard or Indiana Jones with Fairies, Mummies and a Vampire who uses guns more than his teeth.
Oh that voice, so sweet. Rich, like the taste of vanilla ice cream, vowels like flute music, warm caramel consonants. She could float in that voice forever and not miss a thing.
The zoo grounds reeked of desolation, but the silence had an undercurrent, a silvery vibe, like the hush of a concert hall just before the first note.
I threatened him with bodily harm. He promised to bring me cake for the rest of my life.
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.- MATTHEW 7:15
How do I know you’re not the killer?” MeShack asked.A smirk plastered on Zulu’s face. “Because you would’ve been the first victim.
Dante and this Palero were definitely playing some sort of game, and I didn’t know the rules, which was fine with me. Whenever a game became too complicated, I just set the board on fire.
If you’re not good, I’ll burn your—”“Yeah, I know.” MeShack strolled to his bedroom. “You’ll burn my balls off.
Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan’s face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented. Her pulse picked up at the contact.