Vampires Quotes - Page 16

I love you, Jocelyn, and nothing, not even death, will ever keep me away from you.

Then you have this other phenomena of the paranormal romance. It's all the benefits of being a vampire without the sacrifices. By the gods, Meyer's vampires walk around sparkling in the daylight and some are vegetarians. But this phenomenon is also tied to a lot of our communal fears. Fear of aging. Fear of fading youth. Fear of loneliness. But whereas the classic motifs are more concerned with confronting and overcoming our fears, the fears of the paranormal romance genre become twisted fantasies of denial. The idea of staying young, attractive and powerful for eternity feeds into the modern self-absorbed ethos.

That's very rude," Myrnin said. "I haven't brought my fangs our for some time. Not in mixed company, anyway.

You think I’m a geek now, don’t you?” he jested. She relaxed a little more. “No.” “First I say fanny. Now this.”She smiled. “Actually, I thought your fanny was cute.” Her eyes widened. “The fanny,” she corrected hastily. “I thought the fanny was cute. Your saying it, I mean.” He winked. “I prefer the first one.” She laughed. “I bet you do.

Of course when she finally found someone that listened to her, understood her, and was motivated by her to do better with himself, he had to be a vampire that was sent to kill her and then her father.

Time crawls in the silence. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.

My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.

Aidan ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Damn, you feel good,” he whispered, his deep voice hoarse with need. It only excited her more. “What do you say we forget dinner and the movie?” she whispered, her breath shortening. “How you tempt me,” he rumbled, tightening his hold. “If I tempted you as much as you tempt me,” she pronounced boldly, “we would both be naked right now.

Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.Would she ever be free?

I’m not interested in any other man’s G-string. In fact,” she slipped her hands down the back of his pants and squeezed his tight, bare ass. “I prefer my man commando.”He nipped at her bottom lip. “In that case, we can search for a she-wolf as soon as I’m finished with you.

Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a crisis to deal with. - Anita Blake

He'd never sought to mark a woman's flesh these shades of indigo and violet for pleasure.

That is strange and creepy," Marcy remarked, "but totally cool. You Ghostbustered her.

The road up and the road down are one and the same." Heraclitus

Sleep, Maya," he murmured softly. "Sleep, my love, and I promise that I will come looking for you.

What's that you're holding?" he asked, noticing the pamphlet, still rolled up in her left

I thought he should know the truth.t"Some say that I'm a ... well a ..." I hated to say what others teased me mercilessly about... "A... slow learner."tHe shrugged as if to indicate that it didn't mean anything to him, but seemed anxious about what to say to console me. Finally, he reached out and touched my hand. "Yeah, but they don't have life mates whose destines are written in the stars." I wanted to groan out loud. I was a slow learner and was to be mated with a vampiric human whose old flame wanted me dead. How was this a good thing?

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Vidalia, open those eyes and look at me. As with all things, we do this together, Darlin'.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

For some, vampires are still firmly in the 'evil, scary' column. However, in recent decades, vampires also run the gamut from evil to morally ambiguous all the way to fangless and vegetarian. I think part of their appeal lies in their versatility. Vampires can be the villain, the hero, and everything in between, all depending on the writer's whim. You'll also never hear me say that anyone is doing vampires 'wrong' because unless a real vampire stands up and sets the record straight, it's anyone's game as a far as defining them in fiction.

Holly rubs her temples. “Are we talking ... vampires?”Arkady groans. “On, the V-word! Here it comes again.

Rachel shook her head, as if casting out the memories from her mind. Something he'd been unable to do in one hundred and ninety-eight years. Memories, painful and stark, failed to retreat, instead they clung to him like a Rottweiler to a bone.

Would you frolic in the land of forever with me?

Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?""Nope. Vampires tan, just like you and me. Well, just like you. I tend to bleach.

And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips.

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said.Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window.""Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it.""Twice.""Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.

What he didn’t know was how to beg for her forgiveness, and at that moment, her forgiveness was what he craved the most…even more than he craved her blood.

The night I was born, my great uncle Moanea, the village forester, shot a wolf. The villagers roasted it in the fire and fed the meat to the dogs.

you were attacked by cement monkeys?

Slicker than snot on a door handle.

At first glance, the ball seemed to be an elegant success. However, re-evaluation would allow an observer to see more than a graceful party. Many well-thought plans highlighted what this really was: a marriage market.

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...

You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.

He felt like home.

He sniffed until the long hairs of his mustache had been sucked up into his nose and out of his leafy ears." — Bats 2015

Come now, Pendragon Princess. You didn’t get dressed up to die, we both know that.

And this is how the ending starts.

Patches don’t look it, but when attached to your soul they can get pretty heavy. They go over the holes in your soul, like when you patch a sock. When you have a hole in your soul, it’s because you’re hurting from something. I don’t know if you noticed, but that girl had a lot of holes.

I'm twenty-nine, happily single and getting it on a regular basis' I said, enjoying the way their thin lips hung open in an impressive O.'Well I've never,' Jane gasped.'Clearly. You should try it some time. I understand Mr Smith is so vision impaired you might have a shot there.'Their appalled shrieks were music to my ears and I quickly made my escape.

Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted backgroundI was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.

Suspicion infused Alex's voice. "Okay? That's it?"I looked back at him and smiled. "That's it. We disagree. It's done. We'll deal with whatever comes next."He stood up, brows lowered over squinty eyes. "Did Lafitte ply you with brandy, or have the body snatchers been here?

She is so tiresome. ‘Am I a vampire, am I a wolf, am I a vampire, am I a wolf, I cannot decide, so I’ll be both!

Don’t be sorry. You could hurt me a thousand different ways and I’d love it every time.

You took a bath without me?"I smiled to myself at the accusation in his voice.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Tell your father I never wanted to be a rose, only ever a night-scented gilliflower, and his moon was my sun.

My father also told me that he felt free in that little hole in the ground, much freer than he felt outside, where he was always being chased by the criminals of the regime. That freedom came from inside, from his thoughts, from his soul; and nobody could take that from him.

If I'm supposed to be SO powerful then why can't I destroy that thing?

It took me awhile to learn the rules. OK, it took the librarian in me weeks of careful obsessive research to learn the rules. There was a label maker involved. I'd rather not go into it.

I would say Randolph's a horse's ass, but that would be unfair to the horse.

Did you… need something?” he asked in a tight voice.tI swallowed hard, my mind racing with a million things to say. The fear pricking at me, telling me I had one last chance to wimp out. To walk away.tBut I shook my head. No. Not this time.t“Yes,” I said simply. “I need something.”t“And what, may I ask, do you need?”tI met his eyes. “You.

When he whispered my name, that's when I knew- this was how death felt.

It's a good day to do great things!

My sister said she was tired of the blood diet and wants to go home. I guess you'll have to trade your double-wide coffin in for a sleeker single

Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

The sudden halt of all touches and movements made Lorenz look up. “Vha…whas ist…What’s wrong?” Lorenz stammered, trying to focus so he could speak properly. Cyrus blinked his eyes. “Hmm? Nothing’s wrong. I’m just admiring how beautiful you are.” Both Lorenz’s hands moved to cover his face. He was clearly embarrassed by what his vampire was saying.

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.

Finn stood abruptly. "We need to follow 'em."t"But aren't they followin' us? If we go after them, the five of us will be goin' around in circles.

Admitting defeat? How un-huntress like of you.