Quotes About Undead

It's part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.

I sit on the end of the bed, trying to look as nonlethal as an extra from Night of the Living Dead can.

Don't be too hasty," she warned. "Conserve your strength. If you're too eager to fight the undead, you may find yourselves joining them. Then you'd never see us again, and we'd be very sad." "Yes," said Christian. "I'd cry into my pillow every night." I resisted the urge to kick him. "Well, I couldn't visit if I was Strigoi, yeah, but hopefully I'd just die a normal death. Then I could come see you as a ghost.

I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).

Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass

Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead." I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me.

She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. "I hear your heart," she said. "Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I'm not undead?

If someone had asked who could stage the best intervention with a crazy woman who had formerly been an undead monster, Sydney Sage would have been my last guess.

Sorry," I said through gritted teeth, shoving hard—and failing—to break his grip. "My eternity doesn't involve being part of the undead mafia." "I know," he said. I could have sworn there was sadness in his face but later convinced myself I must have imagined it. "Eternity will be lonely without you.

I'd said it before and meant it.Alive or undead,the love of my life was a bad ass.

In just a week, he'd taught her so much. That good, honorable men like him stayed the same after death. That she'd existed for too long with only hatred and revenge in her heart. Love was a much nobler cause to live for. Love didn't follow its own selfish agenda; it was willing to make sacrifices for others. How strange that it took an undead man to show her how to live.

I doona want to be loved because I'm Undead. No more than ye would want to be rejected for being mortal.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

she thought I could find a way to save her soul when she died and became an undead. Right now, I was just looking to find the rent money. I'd get to my roommate's soul later.

Rynn Cormel had run the world during the Turn, his living charisma somehow crossing the boundaries of death to give his undead existence an uncanny mimicry of life. Every move was a careful study of causality. It was highly unusual for so young an undead vampire to be so good at mimicking having a soul. I figured it was because he was a politician and had had practice way before he died.

Nina looked up, her eyes fixing on mine with such ferocity I could almost see the undead vampire in them. There is something under here, she said, and I shivered. Yeah, we know, dirt nap, Jenks said. Rachel already told us.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space. My life was so

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space. My life was so screwed up.

Great, I'm dating the ungay . Is that like the undead?

Vengeous scowled. 'As you can see,' he said, 'you are vastly outnumbered.' I usually am.' Your situation has become quite untenable.' It usually does.' You are within moments of being swarmed by these filthy creatures of undeath and torn apart in a maelstrom of pain and fury.' Skulduggery paused. 'Okay, that's a new one on me.

Vampires have credit cards?" "We're undead, not Amish.

Spartacus," I called, "how's it hanging?" Probably not too well. Once you're dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled under the couch. Raisins didn't tend to...hang.

Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead? Magnus asked. Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night? I asked. Magnus smiled. Wrong kind of fairie.

I, Anita Blake, scourge of the undead-the human with more vampire kills than any other vampire executioner in the country-was dating a vampire. It was poetically ironic.