Urban Fantasy Quotes
Urban Fantasy Quote of the day
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn't know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
But you know me-I'm an information magpie, always interested in shiny bits of intel. I've never gotten in trouble because of knowing too much.
It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen
Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.
Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.
In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.
So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.
When I do get to chow down on a book, I try to read ones that are nothing like what I'm writing. So, as I'm currently working on a space opera (of sorts) I'm mostly indulging in urban fantasy.
His witch had finally arrived. He knew it within his heart and he danced, giddy as a schoolboy on the first day of summer vacation.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
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.
Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?
There was something about Mikie that made me want to trust him. It might have been the Centanario Anejo.
Are you scared? he murmured, mouth only a hairbreadth away from hers.A small laugh escaped her. "Not as scared as I should be.
Why would Dad call you? I mean, you have to admit that he would have been better off calling the local prison and asking them to send out one of the convicted killers to come find me. - Shella
I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.
A year ago, ' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.''A year ago, ' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.
Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign.
A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.
Better make sure you’re not in my way when I go down.” My eyebrow lifted as I dipped my head to his level. “You wouldn’t want to get squashed.
Fuathan don’t come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.’‘Like vampires?’‘Kind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don’t need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.''Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.
See how many doors open, Alastor said, when someone with influence and ideas comes along with a key? Fortune can be hoarded, or it can be shared.
This would go a lot easier if you'd stop screaming in pain, ' Zoe told the muscular man lying beneath her.
I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants.
Wait, " she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together." "What's wrong with you comin' twice, luv?
The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of tequila and needed a fistfight chaser.
Snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover
In the space between wake and sleep, where the real world juxtaposes with the imagination, that's where I live.
I am familiar with the phrase, ‘needle in a haystack’ and I think I understand its meaning more than I wish to.
