#norm

Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#ghosts #love #paranormal #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-romance

ABNORMAL, adj. Not conforming to standards in matters of thought and conduct. To be independent is to be abnormal, to be abnormal is to be detested. A striving toward the straiter [sic] resemblance of the Average Man than he hath to himself, whoso attaineth thereto shall have peace, the prospect of death and the hope of Hell. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#bierce #detested #independant #thought #death

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #death #fiction #horror

I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on. ↗

— Holly Hood

#love-story #paranormal-romance #thriller #death

His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch #death

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch

Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.” “You’re not leaving.” “And you’re not stopping me. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #witch #death

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You’ll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?” (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#death #death-certificate #dialogue #fight #paranormal-romance

After my first coaching experience, the field looked more like Gettysburg than a normal defeat. But it wasn’t that bad, as only about half my team lay dead, while the rest were merely dying. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#coaching #dead #death #defeat #dying

Quote from MOONLIGHT MAYHEM – pg 224 “Hero Intercedes”: His hands flickered upward, and before I knew it, they were cupping my face. So, damnably fast now. Demonic-like fast. Trent reeled me closer. Our foreheads joined. He held me, while I trembled in his arms. I was vaguely aware of Evans and Maxwell watching, although it didn’t seem important. Nothing seemed important whenever he did this. It felt like we were enclosed in our own personal bubble made only for the two of us. Trent murmured something in my ear. We stood like that until my shaky legs gradually regained strength. I shut my eyes and pretended my body wasn’t sizzling with heat-lightning because Trent stood so close. My hormones always decided to rebel whenever he put his arms around me. And it wasn’t totally awkward and uncomfortable. No, it felt like the best thing I’d experienced since before Dad’s death. And that’s saying a lot. ↗

— Sherry Soule

#supernatural #urban-fantasy #young-adult #death