Quotes About Supernatural

The feet," she said. "Witches never have toes.

A witch, you must understand, does not knock children on the head or stick knives into them or shoot at them with a pistol. People who do those things get caught by the police. A witch never gets caught. Don't forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. She can make stones jump about like frogs and she can make tongues of flame go flickering across the surface of the water. These magic powers are very frightening.

When people argue for the existence of a supernatural God who is somewhere else and reaches in on occasion to do a miracle or two, they're skipping over the very world that surrounds us and courses through our veins and lights up the sky right here, right now.

display of violence that borders on the transcendent.

If Satan should ever replace God he would find it necessary to assume the attributes of Divinity.

Come Judgment Day, we may find that Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo was the Big Boss all along.

There are gods, but there is no God; and all gods become devils eventually.

In short, we don't need to postulate a supernatural Designer. Our experiments create the universe observed by our experiments — which when interpreted always yield an Anthropic universe, rather than any of the millions or billions of possible non-Anthropic universes — because we designed the experiments.

If a zombie appeared, Daniel planned to jump out the window after it and rip its putrid, unnatural flesh to pieces with his teeth. He was, after all, a werewolf, which was why he was such a good hunter and killer. Werewolves feared nothing. Daniel

God didn't play games. He wasn't a co-conspirator. God either hit you hard and fast, and that was that, or he sat back and watched things spool out, laughing all the way out.

The wild magic does a lot of things it shouldn't in this reservation.

Vampires," he said. "Six of them. And they're coming straight at us.

She smiled. You're looking hot, dude. Gregori strutted toward the door. I'm too sexy for my cape, too sexy for my fangs. Too sexy. He whirled in a circle, then struck a disco pose with a hand pointing at the ceiling. Too sexy! He left with a flourish of his cape. Shanna grinned. I think he enjoys being a vampire.

I can't date a man who has survived for centuries by biting women and sucking their blood." — Heather "I bet he gives one hell of a hickey." — Fidelia

You're a vampire?" Shanna's eyes widened. "No. I'm the same as I ever was." "Oh, thank God." Caitlyn pressed a hand to her chest and collapsed onto the chair. "You scared me to death." Shanna smiled. "Relax, sweetie. I'm not a vampire." She patted her arm. "My husband is.

Oh, right." Gregori snorted. "What's he supposed to do, waltz into a dental office and say, 'Excuse me, I'm a vampire and I lost a fang in the neck of a sex toy.' They're not going to line up to help him.

Even Magic has its limits' -Malcolm from TRIO Book one Heroes

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. "Thank you, Rachel," he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. "Welcome back, my itchy witch.

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

Rache! Glad you're... Tink loves a duck! he said, wings clattering. It stinks of sex in here. God, woman. I leave you alone for one night, and you're humping the ghost. - Jenks to Rachel

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

How did you find me? he said, anger creasing his brow. I pushed his hair back to run a finger over the scar Al had given him. How do you think? He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake. From the corner, Al shifted his tune. So be good, or I'll rip your fucking head off

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?