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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.
— Charlaine Harris, Dead in the Family
...I don't know what marriages are like on your plane. I know Fae marriages can be all about respect and treating your wife like a lady. That's crap, love. You're my wife. I'm going to do all sorts of filthy things to you because you belong to me. You're my little toy. I'm going to fuck you as often as I can and in as many ways as my filthy mind can come up with. That's a strong marriage.
— Sophie Oak, Beast
You breathe too fast to be convincing,' he goaded.'You don't breathe enough to judge me.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
Taking a deep breath that smelled of rain, she was poised to move when a hand clasped her elbow. Memories of another hand grabbing her sent panic shooting through her veins.She swung around."Whoa. You okay?" Lucas lightened his clasp around her arm.Kylie caught her breath and stared up at the werewolf's blue eyes. "Yeah. You just...surprised me. You need to whistle when you come up on me.
— C.C. Hunter, Taken at Dusk
Let me get this straight. you want me to go stomping through a graveyard brandishing a bottle of booze to rouse an unrestful spirit so that I can interrogate him?" - Cat to Bones
— Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave
Scared?" "You haven't lived until you go grave robbing.
— Kelly Keaton, Darkness Becomes Her
This isn't television! This isn't a movie! Giles and Buffy aren't gonna appear and show us how to deal with our wonderful new powers! Some fricking owl isn't gonna come sailing in through your window from Hogwarts! There's no Dumbledore! The Cullens aren't gonna show up and invite you to live with them in Forks! There's nothing! This isn't make believe! This is it! It's us and only us.
— Robin Benway
If someone says there's a portal to hell under some rocks, you bet your ass I'm going to move them.
— Ryan Buell, Paranormal State: My Journey into the Unknown
I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your thoughts and read your memories. The very light in you, our tremendous capacity for loving, humbles me.
— Christine Feehan, Dark Secret
The little weasel ripped all the buttons off my couch.Ivan Petrovsky, pg 350
— Kerrelyn Sparks, How to Marry a Millionaire Vampire
I also told you when I made you my bride that I would not count the days if you would promise me the same. I don't intend to start now, love. You're my wife, yesterday, today, and forever. - Aiden MacRae
— Cyndi Tefft, Hell Transporter
I have to.I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does.
— Kelley Armstrong, Bitten
I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.
— Richelle Mead
There will never be another woman for me, Alexandra. You are my eternity. -Michael
— Lynn Viehl, Stay the Night
Jason is explaining the ins and outs of being a bird shifter to Merry.She says:"Sheesh. Okay, I think I only have one more ques
— Ashlyn Chase, Strange Neighbors
Back off, asshole. I haven't had a woman today, so I'm in no mood for this kind of bullshit. 
— Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night
I went to this beautiful place where the ground moved underneath me and the air was a part of me, and where time stopped. It was amazing and wonderful. But God sent me back, back to my body, back to you. - Lindsey Water
— Cyndi Tefft, Between
After everything I've been through, the last thing I'm going to apologize for is my paranoia.
— Richard Finney, Demon Days: Angel of Light
This would go a lot easier if you'd stop screaming in pain,' Zoe told the muscular man lying beneath her.
— Jaime Rush
The terms we use for what is considered supernatural are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding?We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this? If there are other worlds parallel to ours, are all the doors closed? Or does one, here or there, stand ajar?
— Louis L'Amour, The Haunted Mesa
And then I got what she was saying. In the paranormal world, everyone was your enemy.
— Jayde Scott
Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he’d just turned their Doppler radar upside down.Sapphire Phelan (Being Familiar With a Witch)
— Sapphire Phelan
Many people, after spending a long weekend being stealthily seduced by this grand dame of the South, mistakenly think that they have gotten to know her: they believe (in error) that after a long stroll amongst the rustling palmettoes and gas lamps, a couple of sumptuous meals, and a tour or two, that they have discovered everything there is to know about this seemingly genteel, elegant city. But like any great seductress, Charleston presents a careful veneer of half-truths and outright fabrications, and it lets you, the intended conquest, fill in many of the blanks. Seduction, after all, is not true love, nor is it a gentle act. She whispers stories spun from sugar about pirates and patriots and rebels, about plantations and traditions and manners and yes, even ghosts; but the entire time she is guarded about the real story. Few tourists ever hear the truth, because at the dark heart of Charleston is a winding tale of violence, tragedy and, most of all, sin.
— James Caskey, Charleston's Ghosts: Hauntings in the Holy City
Jeopardy, Mom! You have got to get on Jeopardy! Seriously! You could marry Alex Trebek! You could be Alex and Alex Trebek! You could be Alex SQUARED!
— Diane L. Randle, Spectral Witness
Do good. That’s all any of us can do.
— Emlyn Chand, Farsighted
If it is our destiny to be hit by the train, we will be hit by the train. The only thing we can change is how the train turns us into a hamburger.
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Infinity
Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...
— Sarah Kernochan, Jane Was Here
If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse?
— Diane L. Randle, Spectral Witness
Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began to hum and his head felt strange and heavy. Beneath his touch, the glass seemed to soften and his fingers made small indentions in the surface. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
What kind of people?"The dead kind. The still-walking-around kind. The reeking, stinking, rotting-from-the-inside-out kind. Toothy and grinning, nasty with the dark and the dust of abandoned strip mines. But none of that was the whole truth. They were more than that. - page 135
— Brenna Yovanoff
All Ghosts Are Gray
— Andrew Barger, The Best Ghost Stories 1800-1849: A Classic Ghost Anthology
Most human beings come into the world and leave it with nothing to show they ever lived.
— Tim Gilmore
this stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol
— Allison Pang, A Brush of Darkness
dream interpretation were ways of converting our little personal miseries into big robust myths
— Justin Evans, A Good and Happy Child
I am perfectly convinced that I have both seen, and heard in a manner which should make unbelief impossible, things called spiritual which cannot be taken by a rational being to be capable of explanation by imposture, coincidence, or mistake.
— Augustus De Morgan
I began to doubt that I would ever know the truth of what transpired, or who those people really were. But all that changed one rainy August afternoon, when I was surprised by a dead man who had answers.
— James Caskey, Haunted Savannah: America's Most Spectral City
This is the moment I have dreaded, the very reason why we kept running, even when it seemed hopeless. We all seemed to believe if we kept running, we would never die. But what exactly had we been hoping to find in the end? A magical place where the infection hadn't spread? A castle surrounded by gumdrops and cotton candy?
— Jen Naumann, The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life
Do I at least get to keep the toothbrush?”“Sure. Unless you can get it back in that wrapper and seal it up all nice and new. Well, that’s what the last girl did. See,you can hardly tell it’s been opened!”--Reggie Sinclair from Angela's Coven
— Bruce Jenvey, Angela's Coven
I can't explain some of the things I've seen and...I've done some things I can't explain.
— Josh Gates
The glove suddenly feels much heavier, now, more dense. The rush of power didn’t come through me, but wrapped around me; invisible and strangely empty, like a purely mechanical force. It wasn’t like I just got stronger; it was separate from me, like something stepped in and punched him instead of me. I pull the glove off gingerly, half afraid I’ll punch my own fingers off.
— Bill Blais, No Good Deed
The Paranormal is entirely NORMAL. Furthermore, I believe the Supernatural is both SUPER and NATURAL. Paranormal and Supernatural experiences happen to ordinary folk like you and I, every day. Ain't it cool?
— JoLynne Valerie
my unexpected trip to the light may have been cancelled, but here I was, still paying the cost of the return ticket
— Teri Garey
Get done with the damn sibling rivalry and let's get back with the task at hand here so we can figure out what we're going to do.
— Pixie Lynn Whitfield, Darkness Comes This Way
Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?
— Pixie Lynn Whitfield, Through These Wicked Nights
What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?”She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.“Something I never want to see again.
— Pixie Lynn Whitfield, Through These Wicked Nights
That thing ruined my favorite T-shirt," complains Mario."Whatever." It’s Marianne’s voice. "You were just looking for a reason to get your shirt off." I try to look around for her, but my neck refuses.
— Bill Blais
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?
— Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness. She felt utterly defenseless right now.
— L.J. Smith
Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.”“Yeah, well, maybe it’s time to let another man have it, you think?” he teased. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
Why did so many teenagers fall for Stanley Horowitz’s tricks?”“These were impressionable teenagers,” Nick explained. “Many of them were devoted fans of romantic Vampyre stories. They over-romanticized what it means to be a Vampyre, and that gave Stanley a way to manipulate th
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
Nick laughed and pet the Wangdoodle on the head. “Esperto, you silly boy,” he said to the Wangdoodle. “Usually, Esperto only transforms when I’m in danger,” Nick said to Elphaba. “But whenever he’s around Dymons, he loves to play along. Their transformations are to Esperto what a ball of yarn is to a kitten.” Esperto gave out a strange squeaking growl, which Elphaba figured was the Wangdoodle version of a
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
So, what if your entire body was, oh I don’t know, dropped into molten met
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
The two of them carefully stepped around the crime scene, picking up Nick’s arms, legs and organs, and brought them back to his head. They placed his extremities into position, and then pieced in the gorier bits, assembling a gruesome jigsaw puzzle. In a few moments, most of Nick’s body was in place.The healing process took about twenty minutes. Elphaba and John stood spellbound as they watched a bloody collection of body parts reintegrate into a human form. As Nick’s sinews, nerves, and muscle knit back into place, the gaping wound in Esperto’s body also closed, completing a few minutes before Nick’s healing. The panther form quickly shrank back to housecat just as Nick sat up. Esperto jumped in his lap and licked the remnants of blood off his
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface and a strange shiver ran up his arm and down his spine. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow he had assumed was his reflection remained in the mirror. He didn’t see the hands press against the surface and make large, liquid-like bulges beneath the glass. Nor did he hear the whispers that so suddenly and violently filled the dark, cluttered space as he had closed and locked the heavy attic door. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ "The Mirror
— Cassie McCown, Christmas Lites
Charlie slowly crumpled to the floor, Allison soon joining him. “Dinner is served!” Stanley trumpeted, as he reached into the steaming mass of offal and fished around for the teens’ livers. “Aha!” he crowed, as he lifted one liver in each hand over his
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Immortal.” Melanie paused and stared into space for a moment, her mouth moving with nothing coming out. “That is way cool,” she said finally. “That probably means you’re old. How old are you?”“Hmm, let’s see. I never remember the answer to that question.” Nick calculated for a moment. “819 years o
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Elphaba gave him a sidelong glance. “I think you enjoy going to school, Nick. Are you sure canoodling with teenage girls isn’t your ulterior motive?”“Perish the thought, Elphaba, perish the thought. I’m too old for that.” Nick winked. “By about eight hundred years.
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Anyone who has experienced a strange episode in their life that defies all present scientific knowledge can appreciate the limits of human knowledge. There's nothing like such an event to make you keenly aware of how little we truly know and understand.
— Steven Symes
I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." by Alice Roosevelt Longworth
— Claudy Conn, Spellbound
Victor, back there in that basement, when the zombies were… were… moving around on those tables…. Twitching? And dead? You didn’t even blink.This is nothing like those zombies.No shit. Because this time, you’re scared—beyond scared. You’re terrified. And whatever’s got you scared? I don’t want any part of it.
— Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell
Good, evil, these are human concepts, ways people have for understanding what it means to be alive,” Nick said. “Before people came along, this planet was teeming with life, fighting to survive, to live long enough to reproduce, completing the circle of li
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Elphaba’s face darkened again. Then she asked, hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer, “So, how do you get the evil life force?”“From innocent people, Elphaba,” Nick spoke so quietly he almost whispered. “I must draw the life force from innocent people. The more innocent they are, the more evil the murder 
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
The only way Magick ever has power is when its secrets are truly secret. Once too many people know how it works, then it doesn’t work anymore.
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
I really wasn't sure if I wanted this guy knowing where I lived. After all, he was wielding a baseball bat, and I had just seen him strike several people with that bat.
— Holly Hood, Ink
Make no mistake, Elphaba, Goddess Magick was potent in the old days. During the Dark Ages the Catholic Church had their hands full fighting it. Unfortunately, in large measure the Church won that war, relegating Wicca, Druidism and the rest to the fringes of society. With vastly weakened power.”“Except yours, Nick.”“I’ve always been a special case, Elphaba,” Nick explained. “Even though I began my career as an alchemist, I soon turned away from that practice and forged my own path. I uncovered my own secrets and kept them secret. That’s how I was able to maintain my power for so long.
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Nick wouldn’t dream of going on a case without his beloved cat. After all, they had been together for over three hundred years.
— Abramelin Keldor, The Goodwill Grimoire
Being born of the dreams and nightmares of humans, they weren’t truly faery or demon. The semantics of labels didn’t matter. There was just light, and there was dark, and neither of them belonged in this world.
— Cari Silverwood, Nightmare Rising
Just like the forces of Good and Evil, on the levels so much distant from man, logic and reason clash with each other. In that merciless, multi-millennial and primal battle, none of them stepped away for an inch. In a craddle, like no man's land, we, the young human beings, find ourselves gazing upon the "toys that glitter". I wanted to believe.
— Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
I understand. I know about the women gathering at Lourdes, the visits worldwide. You are all staying at the chateau. There are no accidents,” Lilli said.
— Karen Clark, Singing in Silence: 2017's Summer Blockbuster
Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them. The moment stretched. They sent her encouraging smiles. “Okay,” she announced, “I’m not gonna lie. This is freaking me out a little.
— Dianne Duvall, Blade of Darkness
If vampires were so passionate and depicted as sexy beasts because they fed on life force, why were zombies not depicted as the scholars of the coterie world?
— Mur Lafferty, The Shambling Guide to New York City
I would have made a very crappy book heroine.
— Mari Mancusi, Once Upon A Vampire
Ivan, task handled, lowered his hand, pausing only to pop his knuckles. He turned to face his apprentice. He cleared his throat, and took one quick glance over his shoulder where the angry giant robot stormed across the desert, before addressing Tory.	“That was satisfactory.
— Drew  Hayes, Forging Hephaestus
Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.
— Cari Silverwood, Wicked Ways
There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.
— Cari Silverwood, Wicked Ways
How did you get hired?” “I checked the box on the application that said “descendant” by mistake. I’m dyslexic and I thought it said something else.” “Okay,” I said, thinking that was the worst employment application mistake ever. “And they all believe him to be the true ruler of Fallen?”“All the Mei-Bettys do. They’re, like, obsessed with it. It’s a little like restaurant-of-the-body-snatchers, you know?” “Then why do you work there?” I asked. “Clearly, you figured out something was wrong with them.” “Duh, but it pays well and they provide room and board. I sorta needed the job and a place to stay. It’s got free wifi,” she said, as if that explained everything.
— H.D.  Smith, Dark Forsaken
I flinched when his hands lifted, although it was more of a reaction to everything that had been happening to me, not necessarily because he was Death. He stilled. “You’re sad,” he said. “Let me help you.” “There isn’t anything you can do.” “I can comfort you.
— H.D.  Smith, Dark Hope
98% of reported hauntings have a natural and mundane explanation … it is the other 2% that have interested me for over 40 years.
— Peter Underwood, No Common Task: The Autobiography of a Ghost-hunter
Usually we're on the same page. Other times I'm in a whole other book"~ Arika Wolly
— Arika Wolly, Fractured
For all I know, the guy is Dracula.
— Mari Mancusi, Boys that Bite
Truth is stranger than fiction...
— Mark Twain
To be different is a lonely thing, and she has been lonely for such a long time. What she does frightens people, and she thinks, “Why shouldn't they be frightened? It's not normal: no one else does what I can do.
— Helen  Bell, Shadowless: Book 1 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Renia, tell me: does the thought of dying scare you?’He asked softly, and with such concern in his voice, that it all welled up in her at once and caught her by surprise.‘Yes.’ Her voice broke, and the tears came. She could not stop them. ‘Is that what I must do, to save them?
— Helen  Bell, Restoring the Light: Book 2 of the Ilmaen Quartet
I'm sorry,’ she told him finally, because there was nothing else to say. His dazed expression slowly turned to a frown, but not of anger; it was a look nearer to disappointment.‘No, ye're not.’ Penor spoke without anger or venom, in a voice of pure reason. ‘Ye're glad it weren't Kerin. Better any of us, just so long as it’s not Kerin.
— Helen  Bell, Restoring the Light: Book 2 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Will you be bringing that outspoken maid of yours?’‘Tela? Yes. If I come.’‘She makes me nervous. I can’t read her.’‘Nor can I.’‘Well of course not, if I can’t.’‘But I trust her.’Cedas' turn to misstep. He had heels on, to make him as tall as her, and she was in dance slippers. It hurt.‘Not that far,’ she reassured him.
— Helen  Bell, Playing a Dark Game - Book 3 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Darona’s face bore the pinched, taut look and shadowed eyes of someone constantly in pain, but the lack of lines suggested she was younger than Jesral had first thought; middle-aged, fifty at the very most.‘You make an uncommonly fine looking noblewoman, for a Mhrydaineg commoner.’‘Thank you.’ Jesral was careful to keep all tone out of her voice. Darona gave her a shrewd stare, then a slight smile.‘Self-control. Good. You must ignore me when I offend you unintentionally. They say that pain can make one waspish, but my brothers and son tell me there’s been no change in my manner. I was acid-tongued long before this set in,’ she held up a knotted hand, ‘and taking devil’s claw root has no effect on that. Rest assured, young woman, when I intend offence people are in no doubt about it.
— Helen  Bell, Playing a Dark Game - Book 3 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Vel took both of her hands and stepped backwards on to the gangplank. ‘No!’ she squealed, pulling him back on to the quay.‘What?’‘You might fall in, going backwards.’ His grip on her hands tightened enough to hurt. ‘Ow!’‘I’m going up.’ He glowered at her. ‘I’m going backwards. I’m going now. Are you coming, or shall I tell the others to come and wave you goodbye?’That earned him a glower in return. ‘You're a brute. I hate you and I’m only coming to keep Ren safe from you.
— Helen  Bell, Shadowless: Book 1 of the Ilmaen Quartet
I can’t get enough of you,” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.
— Thea Harrison, Spellbinder
I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.
— Jazz Feylynn
No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Keeping her in her roots of greenness.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Maybe it's a green thing or a wolf thing or a short-circuit thing. I don’t seem to know anything.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
We feel fighting for dominance actually shows weakness. It's much harder to hold back the wolf than to let it have free rein.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Was there childcare for abused werewolves?
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
My nerves did a jitter dance,
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
He felt weighted down by guilt and regret for what might have been his last words to all of them.
— Karen Ann Wirtz, A Game of Truths
Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.
— Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind
Herbs, vials, and crap," I grumble. "Where are the massive weapons and spirit fighting spears?" "So impatient," Cooper says, mocking, and goes to pick up a tube filled with powder. "You know, these herbs and vials and crap are important.""Yes, because crap always sounds necessary.
— Brandy Nacole, Deep in the Hollow
It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.
— Brandy Nacole, Deep in the Hollow
The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.
— Brandy Nacole, Deep in the Hollow
Safe? What can be classified as safe? Everything we do in life has a risk. Just getting out of bed each morning can be dangerous. It's not a matter of what is safe, Cooper, it's a matter of what are you going to allow to hold you back." I look down at him over my shoulder and smile. "You going to let some squeaking metal hold you back?
— Brandy Nacole, Deep in the Hollow
It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.
— Brandy Nacole, Deep in the Hollow
Facilis descensus averno - The descent into hell is easy
— Cassandra Clare
To some, you are a way to the light and to others you will be their true destruction.
— Brynn Myers, Entasy
Tonight I will take back what is mine.
— Brynn Myers, Entasy
I needed this cold shower for more than one reason; the sexy male from my dream this morning returned during my little siesta. His sultry baritone was still fresh in my mind as I waited for the water to heat up. My Gaelic may have been a bit rusty, but from what I could understand, he had planned quite the erotic encounter under a sacred willow tree. I wasn’t sure I understood the reason for the tree, but he was quite adamant about it. Hey – tree or no tree, when he spoke and kissed my neck, I would have found a way to steal the Eiffel Tower if he had asked.
— Brynn Myers, Entasy
How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won’t make that mistake again.
— Brynn Myers, Entasy
These words you want to remember: if you do not learn to control the power within you, it will consume more than just your enemy.
— Brynn Myers, Entasy
Pathology can indeed evoke experiences of Absolute Godliness, but not all God experiences are caused by pathology. They can also occur due to disturbance in the geomagnetic field of our planet, consumption of psychedelics, excruciatingly extreme level of stress during a near- death situation, or ultimately through a natural and healthy procedure of meditation or/and prayer.
— Abhijit Naskar, Love, God & Neurons: Memoir of a scientist who found himself by getting lost
What do we actually consider to be “normal?" It’s only about what our conventional mentality is or isn’t able to understand, and agree to accept as “real.”In fact, the shadowy edge between normal and paranormal is more than ILLUSORY… The exact same can be stated about the border between calling your novel non-fiction or fiction.What if you could close your eyes and see different worlds and planets? What if you could see them with some kind of different vision, even with your eyes open? Would that make you a paranoid… a freak, a genius, a crazy? Or, maybe, an Indigo, if that’s what’s been happening to you since you can remember? If something unusual is what you really see and really feel, and if that’s what does happen to you in your real life, how is THAT called FICTION? One simple reason... that it’s the only way the society would agree to call it “normal,” based on the current level of development of their mentality.
— Sahara Sanders, INDIGO DIARIES: A Series of Novels
He was an animal. He'd drawn blood and now he needed to fuck, to cover her with his scent, to tell the world, She is mine. Stay away.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul.
— Kerrelyn Sparks, How to Tame a Beast in Seven Days
I won't tell anyone you sparkle. I promise.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
If some mystical occurrences happen to us, don’t we “normally” and fearfully prefer to call them strange coincidences? Or try to persuade ourselves it was only an indication of our overactive imagination? Aren’t we “normally” closing our eyes and ears, refusing to face the truth?
— Sahara Sanders, INDIGO DIARIES: A Series of Novels
He lowered his head until his lips hovered centimeters above hers. This was the moment he craved. This heated moment – each of them lingering, waiting, wanting. He loved the excitement of the build-up almost as much as the conquest itself. As he’d told her many times, the greater the anticipation, the sweeter the reward.
— Lisa Carlisle, Dark Pursuit
The scent of arousal pouring off her was almost enough to make his fangs – and everything else – pop out.	She leaned against the doorjamb, her gaze sweeping over him. “Do you have any idea how yummy you look in that suit?
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Unleashed
We would not live ever after, but hunt together forevermore.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
Your friends are…interesting,” she said, making me snort. “I would hate to see your enemies.” She looked back at me, black eyes assessing. “You did not mention that one of the ‘friends’ you risked your life for was desperately hoping he could rip your head off.”	“I was a soldier of the Order,” I said wearily. “He’s the leader of a rogue dragon underground. I’m sure I’ve killed a few of his dragons in the past.”I’m also stupidly in love with the girl he considers his, and we both know it.
— Julie Kagawa, Soldier
He could kiss her, or he could bite her. Both possibilities were equally tempting.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
The boughs of trees stretched high overhead, leaves of dappled green and black mottling the sky. It was called the black forest for more reasons than the inky-black foliage. The wise and cautious seldom travelled by night along its poorly-tended roads, and banditry wasn’t the main reason. In the minds of many, shadows of a threat lurked in wait, seeking an opportunity to strike during a moment of weakness. It was known among the old folk that not all who dwelled within the black forest were of human or animal-kind. Some beings were much older and believed far more dangerous.
— Mara Amberly, Her Gypsy Promise: A Short Story
Riley, you're the Devil, and I'd gladly sell you my soul, if you didn't already own it..." - Luc Wade
— Bec McMaster, Nobody's Hero
Kidnapping you was the worst idea I ever had." - Luc Wade
— Bec McMaster, Nobody's Hero
Well, Mrs. Charlie Wylde, I love you more than a fish loves the water.
— Jenika Snow, Bared for Her Bear
You think us fairies don’t understand sarcasm? We invented sarcasm.
— Grace Hudson, Open Doors
A ball of fire rolled through my stomach, catching on the wings of the butterflies darting around in there and setting them up in a blaze. I bristled as Carter’s grin brushed mine, lips just barely touching.Any closer and we’d be kissing for real, plunging straight off this knife edge we balanced on.
— Apollo Blake, Storm of Masks
He'd never sought to mark a woman's flesh these shades of indigo and violet for pleasure.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
Her voice was a sensual, confiding whisper, and he clung to ever rapturous word."You take the grenade, I'll take the pin.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
Mael did not concern himself with being unlawful.He'd gladly lay with humans.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.
— Katherine McIntyre, Scrying for Summer
I'd rather take you to my lair.
— Vanessa Gravenstein, war/SONG
Demons were all about ego, which meant that most demons had some kind of title. I think it made them feel better about their tiny…pitchforks.
— E.J. Stevens, Shadow Sight
To have with somebody relationship or to be friends or something, you must make him nerves to feel nerves, then you should make him to feel comfortable - I got you, you just believed in this, you don't need to make him nerves. That's a joke!You must make him vulnerable so to possess him.
— Deyth Banger
Ghost Hampton" took me years to write -- but it won't take you that long to read!
— Ken McGorry, Ghost Hampton
Balls to ten minutes.
— Kristen Ashley
There is a scientific explanation behind everything. Finding it depends on whether you give in to the much simpler supernatural explanation.
— Abhijit Naskar
They say when you look in dark places you find dark things.And trust me
—  I have been in some very dark places.
He was here. Nice to have someone to hold my hand in the end.	"Valkyrie, I need to lift you. This is going to hurt." His arms slid underneath my body.	I screamed. Almost gone. I struggled. Needed to tell him not to worry. It wasn't his fault. Don't bother trying to save me. Hurts too much.	"What is it, Valkyrie? You have to stop struggling." His head hovered above my mouth.	"There's nothing... left to save.
— Amanda  Carlson, Struck
Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.
— David Morehouse
He trusts her.She nodded andseemed happy to betrusted at last.- Not First Love
— Jennifer Lawrence
I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.
— Christina Dodd, Love Never Dies
So you know you're a ghost?"	I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. "Can you think of another explanation?
— Christina Dodd, Love Never Dies
If you work in The Dark, you MUST live in The Light.
— Mylo Carbia, The Raping of Ava DeSantis
Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day!
— V Duwane Ledbetter
Ducks, embrace me as your king!"--James Herondale.
— Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles
If your life is a blank page, that only means you have room to write your story. You have the power to tell that story the way you want to.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
There ain't nothin' that makes a man feel more alive than white-hot desire.
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.Would she ever be free?
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
He was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
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.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
The Segue Institute was the preeminent research organization for all things paranormal and it was housed in a haunted, renovated turn of-the-century hotel. The place was supposedly loaded with what the scientists there called Shadow, capital S, a scary word for magic. Dark magic.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
You're not alone."	Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Just when she thought she had it all figured out something happened to test her faith or alter her view of reality.
— Deanna Kahler, Echoes of Paradise
People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam's life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts - body and shadow.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
I had a party to plan, reminders to send, some positive PR to get out, L.A. travel plans to take care of and now a bit of a conspiracy to start unraveling.For starters.Just another average Sunday with the M10.
— Lola Dodge, Angel
Kids these days," Dragos said quietly. "They grow up so fast."	"Supersonic fast," Pia said just as quietly.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
He was like Goldilocks, but his porridge was boobs.
— Camryn Rhys, Chasing a Wolf
He was surrounded by people who loved him, yet he had never felt lonelier.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
We have to get you a haircut sometime today. You're starting to look like a sulky rock star."	"Well, I am a rock star," he said, deadpan
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
For now, I will say that God endowed humans with a great many powers and forces, and some of the creative, constructive powers can only be passed on through channels of others.”The Guardian
— Linden Morningstar, Gloria Rising
I know if I died tonight, I would die a happy man at peace with myself knowing Gloria’s story would finally be told—a mysterious and astonishing story that defies the timeworn precepts of modern psychology and psychiatry—where insanity, genius, the metaphysical, and the mystery of life come together to beguile and confound our contemporary understanding of the mind and its limitless powers to heal.Dr. Adam Jaxon
— Linden Morningstar, Gloria Rising
Something strange happens about dreams that Gloria has – the real world seems to get mixed up into the dreams and the dreams seem all the more real – with part of your mind you’re aware of what’s going on around you, but part of your mind is drifting and things start to get mixed up. What I’m trying to say is that the human mind has developed a safety valve and dreaming is really the unconscious mind (me in this case) clearing up the debris it has otherwise been unable to cope with on the conscious level – if this is so, then tonight’s dreams became like “a horror show” in which Gloria and I were literally imprisoned.”Gloria’s Helper
— Linden Morningstar, Gloria Rising
Jean shifted his commentary from his guard to me. “Drusilla, a grievance must be made against these ruffians and thieves. They have stolen my clothing and given me only this…this….” He ran out of words.“Ugly-ass orange jumpsuit?” I offered, always ready to help Jean with his command of modern English. “Oui, exactement. I demand that you obtain my release, tout de suite. And you must know, a woman who allows her husband to remain in such conditions for an entire evening must face reprimand.”I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms. “And you must know that, in this day and age, should a man reprimand his wife too much, said wife might leave her husband to enjoy a longer time in his prison cell wearing his ugly-ass orange jumpsuit.
— Suzanne  Johnson, Pirateship Down
Every dog has its day. Some even bite.
— Jordan  Phillips
I can’t consider you a thief or a likely candidate for prison or a nervous breakdown Gloria. I sense a real strength in you more strength than you know is there – you’ve got internal reserves that ability to cope and to keep coping. Now remember don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’ll help.”Pyramid Lady
— Linden Morningstar, Gloria Rising
I believe I have said this before, but it’s worth repeating. The patient’s resources stop where the therapist’s beliefs stop. It is critical that the therapist have an open mind and complete faith in the patient’s deeper resources. The most formidable and potent resources must be approached with respect, taken seriously and accepted on faith. Understand the information and knowledge shared with the therapist is entirely dependent on his or her level of development, their ability to properly use what is communicated for the patient’s or therapist’s benefit and welfare, and the level of trust and belief the resource has in the therapist. The success of their bond and their mission is founded on mutual trust, respect, and faith in each others abilities and potentials. Remember this!”The Guardian
— Linden Morningstar, Gloria Rising
And the Dragon Guard was born…
— Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins
What happens when you get to the point where you don’t know where right begins and wrong ends, when you no longer care who the bad guys are and who the good guys are supposed to be? When the only person you can really trust is yourself?
— R.K. Ryals
Dragos never lifted his head from his task. He said in a quiet voice, "Tell me you're in control, and I will believe you..."	Straightening his shoulders, Liam replied steadily, "I'm in control.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
Liam can't be a rebellious son and expect to be a sentinel at the same time. I won't allow it. Sentinels obey orders. They have to.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
Love is like a lion.	It's fierce and strong.	It conquers fear and uncertainties, and it knows how to fight.	Love fights to win and keep its mate, to do the right thing, to give to others in service, no matter what the cost.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
Dragos reached for his coffee cup. "You are always going to be one of my highest priorities.
— Thea Harrison, Liam Takes Manhattan
Sweet pea, you are my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye, and I don't want to go a day without you. Consider that your official invitation
— Gena Showalter, A Mad Zombie Party
The entire place smelled like the bastard child of a florist and a perfume shop.
— Megan Derr, The Werewolf of Grey Lake Inn
The little being also contributed to the amazing glow ricocheting from sprawling fronds to soaring trees to fallen leaves as its creativity advanced in a display of twirls and spins that astonished the boys. And they followed their little friend further and further into the forest.
— K.N. Smith, The Urban Boys: Discovery of the Five Senses
I could have sworn I just heard him thinking about the proposal he had planned. Red roses and champagne waiting at the restaurant, but maybe I imagined it.”I frowned in turn. “You could read his thoughts?”“It is probably just my imagination running away with me. I’m so freaked out that I plucked the idea from my own head. I’m not a mind reader.”“Well, it is easy enough to test. Try to concentrate on me and tell me what I’m thinking.”Finally, Nessa’s eyes lit up and met mine. Amused, she quirked a smile at me. “Really, Cora, that’s lame. I love fluffy bunnies, is not what I expected.
— Andrea Heltsley, Dissolve
Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect.
— Jacqueline E. Smith, After Death
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.
— Laura  Oliva, Season Of The Witch
I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You
— Kelly Moran, Ghost of You
She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.
— Kelly Moran, Ghost of You
She communicated in what ways she could – sweet whines of happiness and wet kisses. She knew him. She knew him. He knelt in the grass, still pouring his attention onto her. She received every ounce of it in a way only a dog can, its unconditional love contained in every breath and every heartbeat.  And Luke was struck precisely at that moment at his capacity to feel so moved by the simple act of affection for this sweet animal. He swallowed hard. It wasn’t easy to let himself feel it, the gentle tug from a place deeply buried. And in the grass on his knees, he found himself releasing the sadness long held hostage in that deep place. Tears spilled over, finally uncontained. The dog stretched its snout through the rails and found his wet cheeks with its tongue. He did not retreat, but let her clean the tears from his face.
— Dorothy Gravelle, Paradox Love
Red light flickered behind her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, she discovered that they were surrounded by flames.	Let it burn....	His sleek brow wrinkled, and he shook his head. Poor man looked conflicted, which was an interesting expression on a nightmare. "Your city is on fire."	She smiled languidly. "Ain't it grand?
— Erin Kellison, Scrape
Hauntingly active as they share space with the living, the dead refuse to give up their undead residency.
— Pamela K. Kinney, Paranormal Petersburg, Virginia, and the Tri-Cities Area
You still do that thing, you know,” she said.“What thing?” He raised an eyebrow.Miranda smiled. “That thing where you say what I’m thinking. That thing.”“Oh,” Bryan began, “I suppose it comes from years of having to read your mind to figure out what was going on in there.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Your turn.
— L.A. Kuehlke, Delirium
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?
— Amy Andrews, Limbo: The Joy Valentine Mysteries Book 1
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, After Death
Even dead he won't let me go!"	"Third time's the charm.
— Erin Kellison, Scrape