Laura Oliva > Quotes

“A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Even her beauty had sharp edges. Her long ebony hair was cut like a razor blade. Her face was strong and fine.But her eyes. A milky green, they betrayed an air of vulnerability she seemed desperate to hide.”
― Laura Oliva, All That Glitters

“Do you have protection?"
"Sure do." Durbin flipped up his jacket to reveal the M9 in his shoulder holster. "You people can keep your superstitious mumbo-jumbo. I have all the protection I need.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“It was not accustomed to being summoned.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Thing about witches; we're a paranoid lot. Call it a side effect of living in a world obsessed with seeing you burn.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“That, my dear detective, was the other San Francisco. You've probably seen it before, just out of the corner of your eye. You've probably dismissed it all your life. Maybe you always told yourself you'd just had too much to drink." She paused, her gaze heavy on his face. MacMillian squirmed. "But I'm guessing you always knew better."
His head was throbbing. He shook it once, twice, but it didn't clear. "I don't get it, Miss..."
"Alan," she supplied.
He nodded. "Ms. Alan. Why are you here?"
Her eyes darkened. "Because there are things that go bump in the night, Mr. MacMillian. It's my job to bump back.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.”
― Laura Oliva, All That Glitters

“MacMillian pinched the bridge of his nose. Conspiracy theories, secret societies... what the hell had he gotten himself into? What was next? Vampires? Werewolves?”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Go do your thing, magic girl.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“I do NOT need a bodyguard.”
― Laura Oliva, What The Body Needs

“I swear. Tell someone you're a vampire or a werewolf and they think it's sexy. Tell someone you're a witch and they go from zero to Torquemada in three seconds flat.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Jesus, but he'd caught a tasty one.”
― Laura Oliva, What The Body Needs

“His raspy voice cut through the blackness, darker than the blackness. 'Mine.”
― Laura Oliva, What The Body Needs

“I never do this.' Her voice was low, rough. 'God, I never do this.”
― Laura Oliva, What The Body Needs

“Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.

It was a motorcycle.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“MacMillian steepled his fingers on the head of his cane. Anticipation rose in his chest. Lena and Cyrus Alan might have an advantage over him when it came to hunting ghosts, but this was where he excelled. This part of the game was all about patterns. He saw patterns. Always had.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“The way he smiled with just one corner of his mouth said he’d show her a good time if she let him.”
― Laura Oliva, All That Glitters

“Durbin's sunglasses were gone, and his gray eyes sparkled up at her. He winked. "Take care of yourself, Dr. Venkman."
Lena bit back a grin. "You too, Dana Barrett.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Lena scowled at the empty space in her living room. "Oh sure, thanks, I had fun too." She'd stayed awake, spilled a cup of perfectly good tea, and for what? A spirit with the noncorporeal equivalent of erectile dysfunction. Mostly she was fine being permanently on-call in the Veil. On nights like this, however, it sucked.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Georgia gulped as the entire doorway suddenly filled with a man she didn't recognize. She'd been expecting Jesper MacMillian.

This was definitely not Jesper MacMillian.

This man had a rich black complexion. His head was bald- whether by nature or design, she couldn't be sure. Tiny studs flashed in his ears. He wore a beautiful black suit, painstakingly tailored to fit his massive shoulders. Dark tattoos curled just above his pressed white collar, and down below the edges of his cuffs.

His face was neither kind nor unkind. He studied her with vague disinterest, his eyes quiet and guarded beneath solid brows.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“It had been a week since he’d ambushed her. She’d hoped the lack of contact would get him out of her mind. Instead, she felt like a junkie whose drug of choice was being withheld.”
― Laura Oliva, All That Glitters

“Have I ever told you you're like some kind of occult superhero? Georgia Clare: bookkeeper by day, badass biker witch by night. Seriously, you should put that on your business cards.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Ever since he could remember, he'd people-watched to pass time. When he was younger, everyone told him it was rude. He hadn't stopped; merely perfected his technique.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Are you here about the infestation?"
MacMillian stiffened. "I don't... We aren't-"
Lena cleared her throat. "I'm afraid bugs aren't really our specialty."
"Not bugs." The woman shook her head vigorously. "Ghosts. Whole place is crawling with 'em.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Something about the floating club reminded him of Wonderland. Not Disney's Wonderland, either, but Wonderland according to Lewis Carroll: dark, sumptuous. Treacherous. It was the sort of place where anything could happen...and probably did. He had a feeling if a deranged, bloodthirsty monarch suddenly swept in and started demanding people's heads, no one would bat an eye.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Let me get this straight." He struggled to form the words. "You're telling me all the conspiracy nuts are right? The Freemasons, the Illuminati, Area 51- all that shit's real?”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“MacMillian narrowed his eyes at the man in the fedora. Neither he nor his friend looked a day older than nineteen, at most. "You're a... minister?"
The man's lips twitched. "Of sorts.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.
The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.”
― Laura Oliva, A World Apart

“Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.

Witch.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch