Deanna Chase > Quotes

“I'd gone so far past my fear threshold, I'd completely given up on being afraid”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“I just inherited a ghost dog.” Duke was in the back seat, his head hanging out the window.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“The cigarette hung unlit from his lips. Was he doomed to roam forever in his ghost state, always wanting to light that cigarette? A small twinge of satisfaction rolled through me at the thought of him in permanent nicotine withdrawal.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“Desperate need and hunger overpowered something more vulnerable; an aching desire to know me, all of me, and to be known. To love and be loved. It changed everything. My heart swelled and broke all at once as I recognized the familiar ache. An ache I’d buried long ago.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. “Yum. You can stay forever.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“How embarrassing would that be to be found dead, naked in your bathroom, in a pile of Honey Dust?”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“The essence of an individual is made up of both their soul and spirit. Spirit is basically life energy, while the soul is what gives a person the ability to feel compassion, love, and all the things that make one human.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“Dear earthbound spirit of apartment three-A. We are here seeking only information and do not wish you harm.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“At least she was creative. Whoever heard of an angel calling a coven leader a magic-stealing twat waffle?”
― Deanna Chase, Demons of Bourbon Street

“I had a network of friends and hadn’t even realized it. Something unlocked in my heart, and the last of my resolve melted.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“Joy spread and filled all the empty corners of my being. “I love you, too.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“I turned to him, my heart aching as I looked into his tired eyes.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“The pair shared a glance. The older one nodded. “I’ve heard of you both.” Taking Kane’s hand, she added, “I’m Dayla Brinn, the Coven Pointe leader, and this—” she gestured to the blonde “—is Fiona Westin.”
― Deanna Chase, Shadows of Bourbon Street

“Well…that’s good of him.” I felt sort of neutral about Jonathon these days. At one time, he’d treated me horribly. I’d been making an effort to put the past behind us, but”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Of course she is.” Kane winked at me. I smiled. There was no way I was missing this. Not after everything that had happened over the last months. “Okay, then. Time to go.” Lailah stood up and held her arm out to me. I glanced at Kane. “Coming?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” The three of us walked to the living room. Kane and I glanced at Lailah.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“If”
― Deanna Chase, Angels of Bourbon Street

“When Felicia Patterson decided to become a florist, she had no idea she’d end up working with dildos.”
― Deanna Chase, The Vampire's Last Dance

“No! The first rule of a seer is to keep the visions to yourself. Interfering is not permitted.”
― Deanna Chase, Witches of Bourbon Street

“It shouldn’t be legal to be that good-looking. “Mr. Wells, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Pyper offered him her hand.”
― Deanna Chase, Hexed on Bourbon Street

“With limbs flailing, I somehow managed to grasp the edge of the sink and save myself from cracking my skull on the toilet. How embarrassing would that be to be found dead, naked in your bathroom, in a pile of Honey Dust?”
― Deanna Chase, Southern Spooks and Spells

“I took two steps and stopped. “Wait. Now that you’re whole again, can I transfer the coven leadership back to you?” “Oh, no,” she said. “Why do you think I pressed so hard to get you to train? I needed a replacement if I was going to retire. And who better than a white witch?”
― Deanna Chase, Witches of Bourbon Street

“out in full force.”
― Deanna Chase, Hexed on Bourbon Street

“to his belt where a traditional dirk would be, and the white linen shirt that was partially open, revealing his chiseled chest. I resisted the urge to check my chin for drool. Holy eff, he was hot. “A highlander?”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“We carry those who have gone within our hearts for the rest of our days.”
― Deanna Chase, Cursed by Magic

“People didn’t need to be empaths for negativity to unknowingly work its way into their being.”
― Deanna Chase, Haunted on Bourbon Street

“No mooning the town, no making lewd hip gyrations, or simulating any sexual act for attention or blackmail purposes. Got it?”
― Deanna Chase, Star-Crossed Witch

“How is Zoe, anyway?” Lailah shrugged. “She’s all right, I guess. She told me she started going to therapy. Apparently there’s”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“I turned to the next customer, but all the lights went out, leaving us in pitch-black darkness. The crowd gasped, and a scream came from the corner. I glanced up and waited. The hallowed organ music filled the club, followed by three spotlights aimed at the three cages.”
― Deanna Chase, Spirits of Bourbon Street

“The music suddenly cut from a popular Black Eyed Peas song to a fast song from the Roaring Twenties. The lights came up and shone on the makeshift dance floor.”
― Deanna Chase, Spirits of Bourbon Street

“small piece of her heart mend. She’d almost forgotten that in Keating Hollow, kindness bred its own very real magic. “I hope so.” She turned to go, but as she pulled the door open, she glanced back and smiled. “Thanks, Shannon. I needed to hear that.” “You’re very welcome. Enjoy your homecoming.” Abby nodded and stepped back out onto Main Street, the bell on the door clanging behind her. She paused and sucked in a deep breath, letting the faint redwood-scented air wash over her before climbing back into her car. She’d just jammed the key into the ignition when someone blaring “Fireball” by Pitbull”
― Deanna Chase, Soul of the Witch