Supernatural Fantasy Quotes

“I was born into wealth, so I wouldn’t be. Anyway, the treasure I seek is not for greed.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“I have been forced to acknowledge fate, over and over again. While it exists outside of my realm, it finds ways to penetrate mine. Instead of trying to outnumber, outdo, or out strength fate, I must outwit it by playing into its game instead of against it.” His conviction was icier than the sliver flecks in his eyes. “And that is why we will win this time.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“What am I doing here? The same thing all of you men are: getting prepared for the final war with the Empians.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“I cannot go about killing people that do not know me or know of me. I do not kill for pleasure, or on impulse, but for survival and for necessity. That is what the wolf has taught me, and that is the way of all living things.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“The longer you live by the dark, the better you come to understand its dark nature. It takes darkness to see darkness. Maybe they are suspicious for a reason, or for no reason other than they know what the Dark has a tendency to be. Maybe their human side trusts you more than their dark side trusts him.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“Only pay attention to your own silence, nothing around you exists. And then, listen.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“I can love no other.
But he cannot live forever.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“These walls breathe with a consciousness fueled by the powers of the Empians.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“Becoming a part of you is becoming a murderer!”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“The war comes down to us, Cassandra, to us.”
“He brought you here to remember something; he wanted to give back to you what he took. Now, leave him be, but in memory.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“I'm not sure if I visited someone in the spirit world or if someone visited me. But I know I saw the scariest person in my life. And she’s after me.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“You are looking charming yourself. I’m quite surprised, actually.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“In the muddy area below, the men of Jamestown gathered. Their excitement was obvious in the way they greeted each other, the rapid pumping of arms and the boisterous slapping of backs. Heads nodded as they conversed and waited to mingle with the ladies who would soon be their help mates.
These men had pioneer spirits and courage. They had travelled to an unknown land to make a new life for themselves in a country where even the climate could kill.
When these adventurers had first arrived, trade had been established with the Powhatans. Then the fort had been built. Then another, after the Indian raids. Then, the men of God came, and disease came, and the first two women, followed by families, and then winter. Cold, deadly winter followed by four years of Indian wars, and the hollow ache of starvation. Still, year after year, the settlement had survived and one year after the ship, The White Lion, brought the first black people, the settlement was thought safe for women—European women. Wives!
It was a glorious day, for now each hard-working man could claim his bounty in female flesh. Of course, there would be opportunities to talk to a woman before making a life-binding decision, and there would be a celebration meal, ale and, no doubt, a dance.”
― Cheryl R. Cowtan

“If ghosts and fairies whose existence were debated, many times doubted in the living world, but were actually in this realm alive and well, then what about those other mythical creatures that have been written about for centuries? The manananggal? The banshee? The duwende? The grim reaper?”
― Krie Reyes Lopez

“The mountains I saw through the break in the fog were familiar, and yet something was off about them. They seemed too dark, somehow, and the nearest was riddled with hollows where tiny lights glimmered. The fog shifted again, and I was gazing at a luxuriant rose garden. The flowers were fat and healthy, but the garden itself was overgrown and had the air of abandonment, the rosebushes almost swallowing their trellises, some of which had collapsed. A little wind blew back the heads of the nearest roses, and I felt as if they were turning to gaze at me.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Besides, there is no need to rush when discussing the dead. They don’t go anywhere. Normally.”
― Byrd Nash, Ghost Talker

“The dead wanting life again wasn’t a new idea. It’s part of why they possess the living.”
― Byrd Nash, Ghost Talker