#paranormal

"Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it."

"He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face."

"Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me."

"We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't."

"If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved."

"I could see her will leaving and death seeping through her skin to skewer her soul."

"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."

"It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I'd done, so much I'd yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become.But at least I knew who I was."

"Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart."

"Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am."

"You know, considering your IQ, you're really socially retarded sometimes."

"Emma turned to him, bottom lip trembling. “For me?” “Always for you. All things for you. He coughed into his fist “All your own."

"It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other."

"And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, “Bathroom door beside you,” and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard."

"Bonnie, believe in me. I’ll save you.I remember how to fly."

"He felt like home."

"Why is everything always my decision?"I asked.Because you will not tolerate anything else."Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered.- Anita to Jean-Claude"

"So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman"

"Come on, it’s an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom’s homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It’s apple pie and Mom’s homemade chicken soup. But you didn’t do badly, for a start."

"Now,"said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve."