paranormal

By your eighteenth birthday you're supposed to know. They're supposed to tell you. Splicer. True Born. Laster.

In Dominion they have a saying about the Lasters. Those who can, Splice. Everyone else comes in Last.

I__ a natural-born ninja saddled with the awkward grace of a drunk camel.

The ocean has a voice, one that haunts me with its music every moment I__ awake. Even in my dreams it tugs on me, building the ache inside my bones until I can__ ignore who I am. My mother says the water is dangerous, that beyond the innocent whitecaps they__e waiting, but I never hear her over the call of the sea.

He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.

The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me.

That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside__t was coming from within me.

So why are you so mad at me for kissing you?___ecause you took too long. If you'd done that, say, three years ago, we wouldn't have only had one kiss before we both get horribly mutilated.

She doesn__ even have shoes on_ He was trying to reconcile something in his head while talking to Luke. __n all the time you spent in that shack, you forgot to pack her shoes?_ Luke asked rhetorically, shaking his head in both wonder and disappointment. __ook, we__e in the boonies. I am sure shoes are optional, as are a full set of teeth.

Are you still upset I murdered our parents? - Tommy to Danny

Safe?_ Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.

If an angel could admit she was wrong about a vampire, maybe there was hope forthe werepanthers in East Hampton after all.

If I shot an arrow and thought about an ass, would it surprise you that I hit Erik?' Stark asked me in a pleasant, nonchalant voice.

Zo, I'm not a damn pussy!'Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like, snorted sarcastically and then said, 'No, you're a damn human. Wait, that does make you a pussy!

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

Lucille,_ Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. __s that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?___ell, pinch my pooch, I believe it is,_ Lucille said. __ barely recognize him with his clothes on.

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I__ be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in a red suit carrying a bag over his shoulder.(Violet Parker)

At night in the town's countryside, you could just about feel and hear everything, but without using lamps, it was impossible to see anything other than shadows