Quotes About Supernatural

Young vampires are all assholes. It's part of their job description.

The other bad part about being tossed out of a second story by one dead prick is that other dead pricks tend to notice.

Elliot? Your vampire's name is Elliot? What's his last name?' 'I don't know. He's never said. But even Elliot might not be his real name.' 'Why would anyone make up a name like that?

The elastic powers of plantain extended beyond first aid, though. It was also a divination herb, stretching sight into the future, and was used especially at that time when the membrane between the human and supernatural worlds was at its thinnest. On Midsummer Eve in Berwickshire the flowering stems were employed by young women in a charm which would predict whether they would fall in love.

Dear Lord, The Ripper walks the earth.

The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.

The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is that vampires are allergic to bull shit.

Crosses only scare vampires away because they're allergic to bullshit.

But there is a danger that we might begin to think of the encounter with God as if it were something radically distinct from our ordinary activities. In fact, we Catholics believe that in Jesus Christ, God rendered the whole of human existence holy. Because of Jesus we should expect to find the sacred not merely juxtaposed to our ordinary lives on a separate, supernatural plane, but in the midst of our ordinary human activities.

For example, the Cha Cha—that's straight out of Haitian and Cuban voodooism, chacha being the name of a rattle used in voodoo ceremonies. Or mambo—the voodoo word for a priestess of the supernatural religion.

was used to deter and chase away evil spirits, and to determine where they came from.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I'll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I'll...I don't know. Donate Adrian's money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

Little Dhampir

Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.

My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him.

The three cards were the Moon, the Empress, and the Ace of Cups. Ambrose leaned over my shoulder to peer at the cards. "Ooh,' he said. "Very interesting." Rhonda glanced up at him. "Hush. You don't know what you're talking about.

I took a deep breath and said: "I fell in love with a vampire." And like that, I was blinded by light.

Oh, man. You're him. The cute and brooding vampire boyfriend." "She said I was cute and brooding?" I asked. "Never mind. Why can't I reach her? Where is she?

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.

Then, I heard the pounding again—and worse, my whole bed shook violently. Someone was kicking it. Opening my eyes again, I turned and found myself staring into Yeva's shrewd dark eyes. If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.

Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.

They're strong, they're fast, and the kill without mercy or hesitation. They're immortal, too-which kind of makes them a bitch to destroy.

I'm a succubus." He shook his head. "No, you aren't." "Yes, I am." "You aren't." I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. "I am too." "No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don't wear jeans and sweaters.