Quotes About Supernatural

Let's just say that being able to contact ghosts makes for some very interesting ménages á trios… and ménages á quartre, and ménages á … whatever five is in French. ~Jaime Vegas

And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won't get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas

I saw my true power. The darkest power. The greatest power. ~Jaime Vegas

I spend four years chasing the guy of my dreams, finally get him, and now I have to compete with a gorgeous, twenty-year-old supernatural sex fiend. ~Jaime Vegas

That's trouble. The pixies will sour your milk." "I thought it was hobgoblins who soured milk." "A dirty lie. Spread by the pixies, no doubt.

Archangel or hound from hell . . . with Gabriel, it depends on the day.

Dont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.

The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today

I could shave my head and wear a sackcloth and still get a whole lot of ghostly wrong numbers. Makes me wonder if there's some kind of ghost-necro porn industry down there. ~Jaime Vegas

Don't talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.

Jonathan is an old friend from Unstable. Connolly frowns. Does he have a magical power? He doesn't need one. I take out my phone. He's a librarian.

I'll carry him. We can't leave drag marks or anything, and we'll need to bury him right away, so no dogs find him. Bury who? said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Chloe? Derek said again. It's L-Liam. His ghost. Liam stopped. Ghost? He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.

He pointed to the bandage on his neck. "Elf bite." "Vampire elf?" Gabriel said. "There is no such thing as vampires." I turned to Ricky. "He keeps hoping for them, and he's always disappointed." "I am not—" Gabriel began. "Are too.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory." He threw an arm around me, a half-embrace, whispering, "Good work," and I started to shake a little. It was over. Our ordeal was almost over. Except it wasn't. Our real problems--being subjects in a supernatural experiment--had only begun.

She barreled down the steps toward us, and gave me a passing lick before jumping on Rafe. He pushed her down, laughing. "See, I am real," he said. "Hmm, still not sure," I said. "Dogs are supposed to be able to see ghosts, you know.

Maybe someday, when I'm moments from perishing at the hands of an intruder, TC will save me in a sudden and awe-inspiring display of supernatural power. Or maybe he'll decide I haven't given him enough tuna that week and leave me to my fate. He's a cat, so I figure my chances are about fifty-fifty.

According to Cortez, the Cabals had strict policies against employing any supernatural being that might mistake them for lunch.

I don't have the same symptoms as you guys," he finally said. "But I know you think I'm something, too. Something supernatural." "There were two other terms on that list," Daiel said. " Xana and sileni ." "Which are…?" "I have no idea.

Military?" She followed my gaze to the guards. "Using supernatural beings to build the perfect weapon? Intriguing idea." "Not really," I said. "They did it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A sub-par season. I slept through half the episodes.

Okay, so you were going to tell me tonight. Well, it's tonight. Go on." He squirmed and I knew the timing didn't matter--he'd expected this to play out differently, probably on a cliff top after a climb, sitting together, his arm around me, as he casually said, "Hey, you know how those mountain lions have been hanging around you a lot lately? Well, there's a reason…" "Skin-walkers," I prompted. "Right." Silence.

Do you like Vampires? I don't know I've never met one.

I'm fine," he said. "Just a little woozy. Must not have gone in deep enough." I scanned the ridge, and I caught a flicker of light reflecting off metal. "Sharpshooter," I whispered. "But you can't do that with tranq darts." "These people can resurrect extinct supernatural races, Maya," Daniel whispered. "I think their technology goes a little beyond the norm.

You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you, Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong." He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting." "Then you're definitely doing it wrong.

As supernatural types went, that seemed weird, and I suspected there was more to it. According to the notes, some of the kids had problems. So they locked them up in a group home. The kids figured out why they were there and escaped. And apparently came back and destroyed the laboratory, killing Dr. Davidoff and several others. "Why can't we do that?" Corey said.