Quotes About Wraith

Begging your pardon, sir, but you're crazy enough to be a Wraith." "Until you've crewed with me for a few years, kid, you have no idea what 'crazy' means.

In vanishing, Margot Bamborough had assumed in Strike's mind the insubstantiality of a wraith, as though it had always been predestined that she would one day disperse into the rainy dusk, never to return.

Am I dreaming?" Bing asked. "I told you," Manx said. "The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams. This old car can slip right out of the everyday world and onto the secret roads of thought. Sleep is just the exit ramp. When a passenger dozes off, my Wraith leaves whatever road it was on and slides onto the St. Nick Parkway. We are sharing this dream together. It is your dream, Bing. But it is still my ride. Come. I want to show you something.

I heard a sinister laughter, rumbling like low thunder over the moist soft sounds of their anguish and suffering. I heard a long, dry cruel laugh. I closed my eyes. I went deep deep inside myself. I lay in the dirt of the Monastery of the Caves, a wraith of myself, tumbled back into the softest and most terrible memories.

I am a ghost. A wraith of atoms. A shadow.

The landscape slept in peace, while he, as a savior of the dead, walked like a wraith himself beneath the shadows of the trees.

I'm everywhere; I'm just a soul that's floating around here on earth.

Mooooon!" said the Ogre. "Tranquility …" Then he pointed at the full moon. "Neil Armstrong walked in a sea of tranquility." Then he added, "It's made of cheese. But you have to take off the plastic before you put it on a burger." Mikey sighed. "What's his story?" the wraith asked. "He's chocolate," Mikey said.

The great blind King sat his ass back down. And if you were any other living thing you might say he sulked a little. His lower lip pouching out. His brows sinking lower. Then in a bid to calm himself, which he would of denied,he reached down and petted George. That golden retriever was the sunshine to Wraith's thunder.

It is not enough to be a man... you have to become an idea... a terrible thought... a wraith- indeed- Become one with the darkness.

Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in with a little too much enjoyment. Sin Fever? They'd named the fucking disease after her? Bastards.

Why are you all here?" "One of Bantazar's assassins hit you with an exomangler," Lore said. "He's dead." "A lot dead." Wraith snorted and high-fived Lore. "Massive deadness.

You named your son's pet after a rabid monster dog?" "No," Thanatos growled. "Wraith did. Bastard taught the pup to respond to Cujo, and we couldn't get him to respond to anything else after that.

Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-

Wraith snorted. "Cowards. Seriously. Who brings a gun to a knife fight? That's cheating." "You don't have a gun?" Kynan asked. Wraith made a face of digust. "It's not very sporting to shoot people." "So you're saying that you didn't shoot the people who shot you?" "Hell, yeah, I shot them.

The Vamp Council hung a portrait of me on their hero wall. How's that for ironic?' 'Especially since they showed it to you just before they tortured you for Serena's turning,' Shade said. Wraith snorted again. 'Fuckers'.

Wraith rolled his eyes. If there was anything he hated more than cryptic shit, it was fate shit.

...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion.