Quotes About Crypt

This is a private home." "And?" "And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?" "No." "You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed. A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish." "Not when it's inconvenient.

Yes. The ritual will take place in the crypt under the church." "When?" "Vespers." "Sunset.

And I wish whoever chooses the spots for these ceremonies could quit the Bela Lugosi bullshit. It's always a crypt. It's always a cemetery or a spooky old mansion where a family was murdered by a serial killer or angry Girl Scouts when they didn't buy enough cookies.

Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim, Algo que há muito se desfez está próximo a mim Na Árvore da Morte há um coração de pedra Ao entrar sozinho na cripta, sua alma se quebra A cada simples passo, ele vai te acompanhar Cravar os olhos em sua presa e então atacar Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim Os que deveriam ter fugido jazem próximo a mim.

I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well, Redd said as, in the alcove, the final image dissolved. She blew at the cloud and it drifted out into the crypt. Has a malicious ruler ever suffered more? I think not.

The cemetery, my dear. The repository of the deceased. The tomb … the vault … the crypt … the resting place … the ossuary. Dig? Boot Hill, baby." Pamela

Owen is the most Hitchcockian preschooler I ever met. He's three. He knows maybe ninety word and one of them is 'crypt'?

Dorotea bajó lentamente a la cripta, alumbrándose con un cirio prendido en la lámpara; abrió la mohosa puerta, cerró por dentro, y se tendió, apagando antes el cirio con el pie...

He wondered then if Jesus expected gratitude as Lazarus emerged, stinking, from the crypt. Maybe Lazarus was a disappointment to everyone, too.

In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the TOMB OF HORRORS. This labyrinthine crypt is filled with terrible traps, strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, and somewhere within rests the evil DemiLich.

I was enjoying conducting highly charged sexual banter with you." "As was I, although if we continue along that line, you're going to make it extremely painful for me to walk. Shall we cool down our libidos with a spot of crypt viewing?

I seal that which was not to be said in the tomb that I become.

Withered funeral flowers hanging from the bronze vase attached to each crypt, dripping stinky water on the marble floor and furry with mold, it's too easy to imagine what's happening to the beloved sealed inside.

The crypt underneath the manor was beautiful and in perfect preservation. Paul made a drawing. Miriam stayed with him. She was thinking of Mary Queen of Scots looking with her strained hopeless eyes, that could not understand misery, over the hills where no help came, or sitting in this crypt being told of a God as cold as the place she sat in.

a friend even went so far as to work in the crypt below the American Library—yes, the crypt, complete with the remains of the woman who had endowed the building. It was cool, it was marble, and as my friend reported, it was quiet, very quiet.

When you're writing historical fiction, you are always looking for the untold story. You're looking for what has been repressed politically, or repressed psychologically. You are working in the crypt.

A few minutes later, Kukarov himself came out, locked the door, and got into a Jaguar parked half a block away. The car started right up, which contradicted all I had ever heard about Jaguars, and Kukarov drove away, off into the dawn to Morticia and a peaceful day of rest in his crypt. I