Diesel had gotten his nickname because he was built like a Mack truck. …. He stood six feet, six inches tall and his muscles had muscles.

Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.

How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?

Her ankle was screaming like a blonde in a horror flick…Huffing a little, she once more wished that being a witch was lot more like Harry Potter made it out to be and a lot...

The spirits made her sick, and I don’t just mean the Scotch.

Michelle: The dreaded elf walked into the dining room seconds after I sat down. What business of his was it if I didn’t have a clan? It wasn’t often I regretted my upbringing but being...

There. We can be friends now.””Someone like you could never be my friend.””Why ever not?””Because I’m a nice person, and you’re a sick, twisted bitch.

Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked,” Charlotte whispered. “How could you only say he was ‘all right’?

I was not being mean. Mean was her mother giving her the name Bernice Woodward.Ryals, R.K.. Cursed (The Thorne Trilogy Book 1) (Kindle Locations 66-67). . Kindle Edition.

Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.

No sign of Marissa yet though I heard her clunking around in the bathroom so she was probably doing whatever girls do to make themselves presentable. Poor things. It didn’t take any time at all...

My problem wasn’t that he was a vamp, or that he was gay. I didn’t like him because he was a politician.

Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—” At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous...

All that Anne Rice crap is true, I thought on my way out the door; New Orleans really does have a vampire problem.Besides me, of course.

The thing is heavy. –I’m talking the whole Harry Potter series put together heavy. Those are some great books. Totally inaccurate, but great.

My fingers slipped into his thick, black hair and held tightly. He paused, not wanting to pull away. I didn’t let him. I was going to say goodbye properly. I held tightly, pressing my lips...

Julia heard from her mummy that fairies were gentle creatures with singing voices just like the mermaids.

He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

Everything I have ever wanted to be, every dream, every desire is reflected in your eyes.

One doesn’t become a witch to run around being harmful, or to run around being helpful either, a district visitor on a broomstick. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s...

You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you’ll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season....

Your average witch is not, by nature, a social animal as far as other witches are concerned. There’s a conflict of dominant personalities. There’s a group of ringleaders without a ring. There’s the basic unwritten...

Truth is in the guidance of the Coven. Is it a curse or a blessing?

If you tie them to the fenders like you’re coming back from Deer Camp, the Italians might not find you quite as endearing…”–Lucifer and Ajax from The Ragtime Coven

In Narnia a girl might ring a bell in a deserted temple and feel the chime in her eyes, pure as the freeze that forces tears. Then when the sound dies out, the White Witch...

When he expressed his feelings for her – always here like this, while he touched her or made love to her – he used words of possession and passion. He told her they belonged to...

Such is my curse, Branwyn O’Tyre. Every woman I touch is forced to lavish her affections upon me.

We need to get to the other side of the lake if you want to help the fairies,” said Mikolay.We could use my crystal ball for transportation,” suggested Julia pulling out a small crystal ball...

Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I’ve got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you’re better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.

How old are you?””Ah that is a good one. I do not know.””Before cars?””Before trains, before guns. Before people stole the curves from the high clouds and the angles from the flying flocks to build...

He thought of his wife, of his son, of his youth. He thought of life. He thought of death and then he thought of life again.

Hell to the yeah!”Like, Alex Pettyfer hot?”Dude, he puts Alex Pettyfer to shame!

It hardly ever works if they don’t know you’ve done it.

Without asking, he moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Drawing the necklace around her neck, he fastened the clasp. The amber felt cool against her sweltering skin. Lifting it, she rotated...

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.He had sandy-blond hair and piercingly green eyes. Today he wore a deep-red T-shirt with the word BOUNCER printed across the back. The material pulled tightly over his muscular...

It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds...

Poor Amy. I could tell she was suffering. Poor Thing. Life was so tough for the rich, beautiful and magical.

The blade was sharp enough that she didn’t feel the initial prick, but it didn’t matter. The earth beside her opened up and the knife slid from her attacker’s suddenly nerveless hand, thudding to the...

Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay.

In the ten houses the police had scouted, I hadn’t sensed anything more dangerous than a pot that prevents over-boiling.

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of...

She didn’t even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She’d have to move to the Arctic Circle...

The ReckoningThe time has come for RetributionA time for Redemption, A time for Forgiveness A time for Renewal, A time to prevailMy love will set you free my darling.Our love, forever bound.-SL Ross

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

‘I didn’t give you a parting kiss.’ I tried to ignore the audience of witches and concentrate on the kiss. Dominic jumped right in and helped me with a sexy lingering sizzling hot kiss. By...

You don’t have any balls?’ For once I wasn’t trying to be insulting.

Woman! Come out! I have—” She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. “I have come to rescue you,” she finally said, as if admitting that she were covered in boils.

I had been a happy normal wife and mother in Orange County until ten years ago, when I was attacked by an evil vampire… and turned into one myself. It’s made my life since gross...

I’m not really sure what I’m going to do when I get there, but that’s why someone invented the fine art of improv. Or, when that fails, stalling.

This time, I invited it in. I felt the darkness tame my impetuous nature, allowing me to feed slowly on the hatred and control it. The coldness flowed through my veins and to the lengths...