Quotes About Supernatural

Son of a bitch. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was Coyote or the son of Satan. He was a dead man walking.

Mercy," he said,"in a fair fight between near equals, I'll back you every time. It's the demons, vampires, and river devils I worry about, and I'm working on that.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

In this dream, I wasn't a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote's almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

Crep, strep, venefica est mortua ...

Just as I've always known there are monsters in the world, monsters and things even more evil, I've always known that it is God who keeps evil at bay.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires--outmatched is an understatement.

Witches are bitches and they'll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give' em half a chance.

Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.

Rabies has a lot in Common with vampirism." said Adam

Never starve a werewolf, or he might ask you to join him for lunch.

Witchbane," he said. "Witch's Spawn." He grimaced, or maybe he smiled. "Something like that, maybe. I forget.

This is our territory," I said, giving him the words he needed. "We don't allow black magic in our territory.

We've determined that Ms. Hauptman is a potential threat to the public safety, and we are bringing her in as a murder suspect who has supernatural powers that make her too dangerous to be incarcerated in the usual ways.

Marsilia had just apologized to me. Hell must have been experiencing some climate change.

Son of a bitch. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was Coyote or the son of Satan. He was a dead man walking.

Lugh's walking stick ate the Gray Lord's spell, and in doing so, it died. To save me.

Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.

Sometime soon, I will deal with the fae who have offended me in such a way that others avoid annoying me for another century or two. That's a good plan for the next few weeks, I think. Findest du nicht auch?

Even now, I don't know of any werewolves living in Asia—there are things over there that don't like us, and they can make their dislike fatal.

Mr. Francis hired a witch to make a zombie to kill me?

Right after Thanksgiving, that necromancer vampire challenged Marsilia—Frost

Are you not my daughter, whispered another voice, Coyote's voice