I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants.
Father Gregory laid a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes life knocks us to our knees.” His hand tightened briefly. “But that’s a damn good position to pray from.
Bez blew out a breath and leaned heavily against the bar. “Honestly, D, you’re better off busting your subversive cherry with something else. A nice werewolf killing. A vampire blood drive.
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.
MacMillian pinched the bridge of his nose. Conspiracy theories, secret societies… what the hell had he gotten himself into? What was next? Vampires? Werewolves?
Ain’t good to talk too much about infernal affairs if you can avoid it. Tends to make certain things stand up and pay attention.
MacMillian groaned again, and sat up. “Clients?””Yeah. You know, people who’ll give us money in exchange for work.
When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.
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.
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.
Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.
The way he smiled with just one corner of his mouth said he’d show her a good time if she let him.
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.