Quotes About Supernatural

Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face. Harry Dresden

Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.

I swear , this stupid town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happen here ? I'm gone for a few months and augh . Be right back. Grssll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl.

Even days that culminate in a grand battle against an insane ghost and a trip across the border between this world and the spirit realm usually start out pretty normally.

Against anything human, more than one round to the head would be overkill: When the merely mortal goes up against the supernatural, there's no such thing as overkill

Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden

We need to get out, I said. My voice sounded raw to me. Trouble coming. No, said a beautiful Sidhe baritone. Trouble is here. They appeared from behind their veils, one by one, with so much melodrama that I was mildly surprised that they hadn't each struck some kind of kung fu pose.

Harry Dresden. I'm on a mission from God.

Whatever had killed him, it hadn't been human. His face was gone, simply torn away. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see his bloodstained teeth. His nose had been torn all the way up one side, and part of it dangled toward the floor. His head was misshapen, as though some enormous pressure had been put upon his temples, warping his skull in.

Of course cats [can see ghosts]. As far as I can tell, all cats. But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present.

Woof," said Billy the Werewolf.

But even with centuries of experience, I doubted any of them had ever been hit with a water balloon. Or with a holy-water balloon, either.

Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at ten.

Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips. "Impudent," she said. "It's sweet on you.

Love will be the downfall of God himself.

Death by nursery tale. Hell's bells.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center.

The Shroud was old, and regarded as special, and people believed in it. That could be enough to give it a kind of power, all by itself.

Sometimes, being able to use magic was so cool.

I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center.

I even heard that they can bring people back from the dead. Jesus, Butter swore. I kinda doubt they had anything to do with that one. No, no, I meant -- I know what you meant. t was a joke, Butters.

I'm not stupid. I've got eyes. I see some things everyone else tries to pretend aren't there. This vampire craze sweeping the nation. Why the hell shouldn't there be some genuine vampires in it?

See, those who wield the primordial forces of creation have a long-running grudge with physics.