urban-fantasy

Fucking unicorns wouldn't be hard to chase, as they'd probably stay in roughly the same spot while they, you know, fuck.

Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He's ---" she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words "-- the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation.

The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.

What's more powerful than a priestess?" I didn't really want to know, did I?"A bokor."The name rang a few tiny bells inside my head, but not enough to put it together on my own. "Explain.""In a nutshell, they're the equivalent of a sorceress, and they deal primarily with the dead.

Has anyone else here seen or fought a nightmare?"Marshal Spence Neumann lifted his head. "Seen one. Swear to God it looked like my ex-wife for a second."A chuckle rumbled within the group. Someone mumbled, "She was a nightmare.

I know you can read me, and I can often hear your thoughts too. Makes for an interesting relationship, don't you think?

The expression 'three is a crowd' holds true for both romance and politics. A three-way race is a disaster, because it splits the ballots, making it almost impossible to gain a majority of the votes. It usually results in a runoff.

Jev was certain the words __hould__e known better_ would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won__ make that mistake again.

I flinched when his hands lifted, although it was more of a reaction to everything that had been happening to me, not necessarily because he was Death. He stilled. __ou__e sad,_ he said. __et me help you._ __here isn__ anything you can do._ __ can comfort you.

No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.

The Sandman is rising."It'd been the only thing Coll had said before delirium had taken him again.The Sandman. Rising.

Jesus, Jess, it would be nice if you stayed out of life-and-death scenarios for five minutes.

To some, you are a way to the light and to others you will be their true destruction.

He was here. Nice to have someone to hold my hand in the end. "Valkyrie, I need to lift you. This is going to hurt." His arms slid underneath my body. I screamed. Almost gone. I struggled. Needed to tell him not to worry. It wasn't his fault. Don't bother trying to save me. Hurts too much. "What is it, Valkyrie? You have to stop struggling." His head hovered above my mouth. "There's nothing... left to save.

The Segue Institute was the preeminent research organization for all things paranormal and it was housed in a haunted, renovated turn of-the-century hotel. The place was supposedly loaded with what the scientists there called Shadow, capital S, a scary word for magic. Dark magic.

Voodoo very old magic - possibly one of the oldest forms of all time. It's often referred to as vodou or voudoun....Voodoo worships the loa, which are literally spirits - like ghosts - but much more powerful. The priestess can summon the loa, and the spirit inhabits her body. It's called being 'ridden

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