Nicole R. Taylor > Quotes

“You can compel the memories from me, Aya, but you can't compel away my feelings," he said evenly.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“I died a hero, but I lived long enough to become a villain.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Return

“If you don't know, then you could do anything.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“Gabby fidgeted nervously and pushed away her glass, as if she was suddenly wary of drinking it.
Zac snorted, "What, do you think he put a vampire roofie in there?”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“The first man, Zac, rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to eat her, brother, if that's what you're thinking. She's a witch and I don't want her to cast any witchy juju spell on me.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“No god would do this to him, he said. Not even the all the gods in the underworld.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Return

“He's not on a bender, he's got a broken heart. You and I both know how much it took for him to get one.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Return

“He quite liked his face; it would be counterproductive if it were ripped off.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“Zac was twenty-three when he died. He was a Captain in the Confederate army until he was shot by a Union soldier. Captain Zachary Degaud. That was one hundred and forty seven years ago, in 1865. It was cold comfort that the civil war had ended shortly thereafter. Actually, it was like a punch in the face. Today was his one hundred and seventieth birthday and he sat at the bar, in a dive posing as a respectable restaurant in the small southern town of Ashburton, Louisiana. The hole in the swamp where he was born a puny human being. But, the sun was shining, the liquor flowing and he was undead. Another binge drinking vampire, with an unremarkable story in the midst of the murky swampland of the South. Edward, Louis, Armand, Lestat. If these vampires existed, he hadn't met them. “Happy birthday, brother.” A man slapped him on the shoulder and sat on the neighboring”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter

“Now, there’s some important information I must impart to you before you leave. It’s been passed down from woman to woman, over generations dating back to the land before time. A very important thing to remember when you’re out in the world on your own for the first time.” “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” “Don’t forget to use protection.”
― Nicole R. Taylor, Crescent Calling

“he was shot by a Union soldier. Captain Zachary Degaud. That was one hundred and forty seven years ago, in 1865. It was cold comfort that the civil war had ended shortly thereafter. Actually, it was like a punch in the face. Today was his one hundred and seventieth birthday and he sat at the bar, in a dive posing as a respectable restaurant in the small southern town of Ashburton, Louisiana. The hole in the swamp where he was born a puny human being. But, the sun was shining, the liquor flowing and he was undead. Another binge drinking vampire, with an unremarkable story in the midst of the murky swampland of the South. Edward, Louis, Armand, Lestat. If these vampires existed, he hadn't met them. “Happy birthday, brother.” A man slapped him on the shoulder and sat on the neighboring”
― Nicole R. Taylor, The Witch Hunter