Urban Fantasy Quotes
Urban Fantasy Quote of the day
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.
In the space between wake and sleep, where the real world juxtaposes with the imagination, that's where I live.
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.
Are you scared? he murmured, mouth only a hairbreadth away from hers.A small laugh escaped her. "Not as scared as I should be.
I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants.
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.
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
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.
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.
Wait, " she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together." "What's wrong with you comin' twice, luv?
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?
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.
Snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover
He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.
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.
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.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign.
Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.
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.
This would go a lot easier if you'd stop screaming in pain, ' Zoe told the muscular man lying beneath her.
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.
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.
I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.
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.
Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.
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.
I am familiar with the phrase, ‘needle in a haystack’ and I think I understand its meaning more than I wish to.
There was something about Mikie that made me want to trust him. It might have been the Centanario Anejo.
As far as I'm concerned, you're changing the fate of another human being. Maybe he isn't meant to be elected to office. Maybe humans deserve to live with electing the wrong person.
This is the right timeThey are the right peopleWill it be enough for mankind?From "The Rishis: Book of Secrets.
He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.
I took a step back, shaking my head, wishing I could place a gnarly black hex on him. My daddy taught me better than that.
