Demon Hunting Quotes

“I've got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. "
"Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Near the center of the village, on some of those fallen leaves, are trickles of blood. It isn't until the village square that the carnage is at its peak”
― Carl Novakovich, The Watchers: The Tomb

“Looks like I missed a party. Good. I wasn’t really in the mood to off demons this evening. Haven’t had my coffee yet. (Jared)
You drink coffee? (Stryker)
No, but it was my pathetic attempt at humor. (Jared)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, One Silent Night

“The things I’ve seen," he continues easily, "have shown me that the only constant is change. Too much power in one place is a fool’s errand. Eventually, and inevitably, no matter how good the intentions, or how long the life, power always wins out, and everyone suffers for it. The only true path of rational existence is balance; a constant re-assessment of the burdens of power, if you will.”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“Stop blaming evil on the Devil, blame it on the Creator of everything, if you don't understand, ask Him or at least hope that someday He will reveal it to you”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

“When we destroy it." She spoke clearly now, steadily now. "If it comes in a form with a dick, I will personally castrate it".”
― Nora Roberts, The Pagan Stone

“I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I’d be distracted or I wouldn’t be as committed as the rest of you, but who’s more committed: the person with something to lose, or the people who’ve got nothing left?”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“She would love him so hard, so completely, so openly and without fear that the universe would shudder at her recklessness.”
― Lexi George

“We fight monsters and unholy creatures for a living here. Grotesque, evil, violent, dangerous; they’re certainly all these things. And yet, we somehow manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning. The terror wears off. What was horrific becomes mundane. We lose ourselves to a numbed normalcy after a while, a self-inflicted detachment. You forget how you got here, what it was like before. And then someone comes along, someone new, someone who sees it all with fresh eyes, and it snaps you out of your daily coma, reminding you of what you’ve forgotten. Of what you’ve become.”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“I’m in a secret underground hideout of a group of monster hunters, filled with magical totems, brass monkeys that move and enough firepower to take over a small country.”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“That thing ruined my favorite T-shirt," complains Mario.

"Whatever." It’s Marianne’s voice. "You were just looking for a reason to get your shirt off." I try to look around for her, but my neck refuses.”
― Bill Blais

“We have nothing left. Orphans. Castaways." She turns to me. "Childless. That is what we are. The unwanted or the un-killed. We
are together only by the wrongs done to us. There is no-one else to worry about us, to fear for our safety, or to give us comfort.”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“Do I strike you as a frivolous man, Kelly?"

I look at him, sitting there in another thousand dollar suit. Pompous? Yes. Self-centered? Yes. Careless? "No.”
― Bill Blais, No Good Deed

“Honestly, I don't give a flying shit what happens to this eternally fucked up world. It can all go down in a goddamn firestorm, for all the fuck I care about it. But I want Lucifer to burn. Plain and fucking simple. I figure you're the best bet to make that happen.”
― Christopher Stanfield, She Hunts in Shadow: A Season of Angels Novella

“There was a truth there. A wound just like she said. One that ran deep across the soul and stung the air as well. Esther knew it too. For it was the same ache she carried. The one they all carried. These Children of the Morningstar.”
― Christopher Stanfield, She Hunts in Shadow: A Season of Angels Novella