Quotes About Fantasy

Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate.

Vampires, Valkyrie, and Lykae, oh my. Or as Regin calls it – the 'fucking monster mash.

I'm surprised he hasn't been sniffing around you," [Deshazior] said. "Demons love Valkyrie." "Ah, but do Valkyrie love demons?" "Aye. 'Cause we're the only ones ye won't kill in bed-sport.

What do you get when you mix two Baggers, a bloodthirsty toga-wearing card, and a half-mad Empress? Road trip A.F.–style.

Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here." "I'll tell you," Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. "But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns." "Nïx!" Regin's attention snapped back to this conversation. Eyes wide, Nïx cried, "Who said that?? I didn't say that!

She chuckled. Chuckled! "I speak Pirates of the Caribbean.

Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.

Silverbells and cockleshells' and freaky dreams and dizzy maids all in a row.

Lothaire rolled his eyes. "Mothman. Really, Elizabeth? Really?

Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. —Bowen Graeme MacRieve Third in line for the Lykae throne

You're doing it again, Lousha. What? Looking like you want me to kiss you. She flushed. Was she that transparent? Dream on, werewolf. I do, constantly.

Because of a few shifter beheadings? Come on, Lizvetta, it's not as if I went around cock-slapping gnomes.

I can touch you with a thought.

In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians ~ The Witch of the North

No, indeed. I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all," he answered sadly.

Then, to their surprise, they found before them a high wall which seemed to be made of white china. It was smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than their heads.

she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times, saying: Take me home to Aunt Em! Instantly

In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us. Who

Oz, the Great and Terrible.

Where is the Emerald City? he inquired. And who is Oz? Why, don't you know? she returned, in surprise. No, indeed. I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all, he answered sadly.

The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.

Pray what can a civilized boy do now When all the Dragons are dead?

No; you are all wrong," said the little man, meekly. "I have been making believe." "Making believe!" cried Dorothy. "Are you not a Great Wizard?