Quotes About Vampire

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

So in addition to a feisty new Black Court partner in the war dance between the Council and the Vampire Courts, I also got angry lust bunny movies stars, deadly curses, and a thoroughly embarrassing job as my investigative cover. Oh, and bean curd pizza, which is just wrong. What a mess. I made a mental note: The next time I saw Thomas, I was going to punch him right in the nose.

I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire." "Not just a vampire," I said, "a cheesy vampire. Do you think they got the point?

Where germs go? Sunrise, I said. Poof. Butter's voice sounded bewildered. Vampire germs? The tiny capes are a dead giveaway.

The vampire's true appearance was grotesque--but it wasn't as bad as some of the things I had seen in my day. Some demons were a lot worse, and some of the Elder Things could rip your mind apart just by letting you look at them

I now had two handy shafts of wood with jagged, pointy ends. I stepped between Inari and the nearest vampire and passed her one broken half of the rod. Here, I said. If you get the chance, make like Buffy.

Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at ten.

Harry," Bob said. "Stars and skies, you're all right!" He hesitated for a second, and then said, "And looking grim. Even dressed in boxers with yellow duckies on them." I glanced down, and did my best to picture a vampire wearing boxers with yellow duckies. Or a wizard wearing yellow duckies, for that matter.

Susan screamed. I screamed. The vampire screamed. The Ick . . . did that teakettle thing. And then we all started trying to kill one another.

Inari screamed and swung her stake, but her Buffy impersonation wasn't any better than mine.

If a White Court vampire wants to feed off a human, all she really has to do is crook her finger, and he comes running. There isn't any ominous music. Nobody sparkles. As far as anyone looking on is concerned, a girl winks at a boy and goes off somewhere to make out. Happens every day. They don't get

In that moment, Lara was more than simply a vampire of the White Court, a succubus, pale and deadly. She was a reminder of days gone by, when mankind paid homage to blood-soaked goddesses of war and death, revered the dark side of the protective maternal spirit, the savage core of the strength that still allowed tiny women to lift cars off of their children, or to turn upon their tormentors with newfound power.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

Don't," she begged, knowing that surely she was trying his patience, that his kindness would stretch just so far, that if he were truly kind he could never have survived as a vampire.

The double bill moved east to Salt Lake City, where an incredible line, probably overestimated at five thousand people, waited to see the vampire and the animated pile of corpses that went by his maker's name. The theater's manager rushed to rent out extra space.

In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet ("Oil and Blood")

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. What? Ask him where he got the boots. You ask. Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

I'm a vampire, idiot. I don't have x-ray vision. Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now.

I had a good teacher. Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass. I mean you, dummy.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.