Witches Of East End Quotes
"The modern age had made almost no impression on the pleasant surroundings; there were no ugly strip malls or any indication of twenty-first-century corporate enterprise to ruin the picturesque landscape."
"It was the house that time forgot, the eaves below its peaked roof filled with leaves, the paint chipped and the columns cracked as it sunk slowly toward dilapidation."
"Best you run along now, both of you, there’s nothing to see here," she said, her voice as cold as the deep waters of the Atlantic.
"This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life—or at the very least, one of the happiest—but all she felt was agitated."
"A book returned with a broken spine, a drenched cover or dog-eared pages was sure to garner a cool reprimand."
"Old houses had a way of getting under your skin, not just your skin but into your soul, as well as deep into your pocketbook, defying reason or logic in an ever-elusive quest for perfection."
"Not that anyone needed a husband. She should know. Been there, done that. And if some days she felt like a shriveled-up old hag whose insides were are dry as dust, those were the days when she was just feeling sorry for herself."
"They had agreed to abide it in exchange for their immortal lives. The Council had taken their wands and most of their books, burned their broomsticks and confiscated their cauldrons. But more than that, the Council had taken away their understanding of themselves."
"It would have taken only a few words, the right incantation, to bring them back to life, but if she even attempted to wield an ounce of her remarkable abilities, who knew what the Council would take away next."
"One expected this of Freya, of course, who was used to chaos."
"The redheaded bartender had a way of making the cocktails just right: the gin and tonics tart and bracing, the dark and stormies luscious with bite."
"Sometimes Freya felt a bit dizzy from all the information."
"Her beautiful boy, her happiest child: his smile was the sun, his light lit up the whole entire world."
"Vanity did not die of old age, especially in beautiful women, and oh, she had been beautiful once—so beautiful that she had wed the most fearsome god of all."
"The kitchen always smelled like melted butter, enveloping the air with its rich, creamy, caramel fragrance."
"She knew Tyler would never look at her that way. Tyler adored her and the feeling was mutual."
"It was just a pie, after all, she told herself. It was just part of the baking process. Bake pie. Burn pie. Restore pie."
"Don’t tell anyone," she whispered. Recovery and renewal was her brand of witchcraft.
"No, my darling. Never. You have nothing to fear from me."
"I don’t know but he is quite fetching," Hudson said in his usual understated way.
"You’re not going to raise money by keeping a box by the door."
"What’s this?" "The city’s deficit, the library’s precarious fate at the hands of the city council."
"Glad to help," Killian said. "I can’t wait to hear what you think."
"We prefer ‘special caregiver.’ You know, like a reader or a psychic," he said brightly.
"I just … I can’t seem to focus lately. It’s like my mind is just … blank."
"No," Ingrid replied slowly. "Ghosts did not exist."
"It was Father’s," he said. "It means a lot to me. It’s the only thing I have left from him."
"I’m wondering … how long has it been in the water?"
"I don’t care about the affairs. I don’t want to confront him. I just want—I just want him back."
"You don’t really know much about people, do you?"
"Are you here for a consultation?" Ingrid asked.
"We need to leave for the hospital now, before visiting hours are over."
"To hell with it. We might as well admit it. We're witches. Just let them try to stop us this time."
"Sometimes resurrection happened naturally. Humans called them 'near-death experiences' when they came back to report that they had seen themselves floating over their bodies, or caught a glimpse of the white light at the end of the tunnel. Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point."
"Love was something else, and it was difficult."
"The only redeeming factor was the fact that Caitlin had called in sick, so at least she would not have to hear every excruciating detail about Caitlin and Matt’s night of love."
"She was not in the mood to perform her usual witchy duties either, and told Hudson to let everyone know to come back tomorrow instead."
"After centuries of separation, Joanna Beauchamp was off to see her husband."
"It didn’t matter that they were soon to be family, that she was to be his brother’s wife, that there was a wedding on the horizon—none of it mattered, only heat and desire and now."
"Time did not exist where love and lust were concerned."
"You’re not from here," Ingrid said sharply. "And I don’t like my friends to be played with like toys."
"Relax, Erda, I’m not here for redemption," the girl said, taking a seat across from her desk and looking around contemptuously at the shabby surroundings.
"Good, because that’s certainly out of our jurisdiction." Ingrid frowned.
"What do you want, Mimi? That is what you’re called these days, isn’t it? I read the tabloids."
"Please, Erda. I’m begging," Mimi said, tears suddenly springing to her eyes. "I love him. I can’t lose Kingsley."
"Sweetie, you’re a myth yourself," Ingrid snapped.
"You know I love you, no matter what," Bran said, his voice tight and nervous. "Whatever happens, I’ll always love you, Freya. Always."
"I love you," he whispered. He was leaning forward so that his head rested on her shoulder and his hands cupped her breasts gently, making her feel warm all over.
"This is … this is just a mistake," she told him, zipping up her jeans and putting on her shirt. "I’m so sorry, Killian. I really am. But I told you from the beginning that this wasn’t a good idea."
"I promise," she said, even though she knew she had no right to promise anything.
"You can’t or you won’t, Jim? Come on, it’s me. Remember how I helped you catch that bicycle thief?" Freya wheedled.
"He’ll be okay; I’ll call Joanna as soon as I drop him off," Freya said, as she drove mother and son through the empty streets of North Hampton to the small county hospital.
"Just drink it," Freya said, gazing at the crowd, keeping an eye out for the vampire princess.
"I’m not," Freya said a tad petulantly. "I told Killian things were over between us this afternoon. I ended it."
"We’re safe," Freya stressed. "Look around, this is a world of science and technology, of computers and gadgetry. They don’t even worry about death, because according to them, you can beat cancer by just eating tofu!"
"You’re being paranoid," Freya soothed. "You can’t even hex a fly. There’s no way you are to blame for what happened to him."
"We might not have been arrested, but it sure felt like they were in trouble."
"The Salem trials were the beginning of the end of practicing magic in mid-world."
"Children should not be allowed to get sick or die; it should be a rule."
"What humans did not understand they were always afraid of."
"I don’t want to live a lie anymore. What can we lose?"
"We tell the truth this time. Our magic is real. We are witches."
"The toxin was the sap from the poisoned tree, and there was only one man in the whole universe who would find it amusing to destroy the very foundation of their world and bring about Ragnarok."
"I could not say anything. I was bound by the prophecy and could not reveal myself until you had recognized me for who I was."
"It’s the poison. It’s stronger now. The children are the most vulnerable, but there will be more victims, more deaths, if we do not stop this."
"Remember what I told you about Ragnarok? First the oceans will die."
"Under the cover of charity work, Bran had traveled to each and every place on the map that the toxin had been found."
"My leg’s shattered, but I can control the bleeding; don’t worry about me. I’ll only slow you down."
"The language she had been unable to decipher, she now understood, was the language of the dragons and the giants who had come before the gods."
"You may take the ring but there is no point in having a life with your dear Balder if the world in which you live is poisoned."
"I’ll not be a fool for you any longer, Loki."
"You did it," she said to her girls in awe. "You did it."
"If no charges are brought against you, the restriction will be lifted and you may continue to practice magic as long as you do not draw any more attention to your supernatural abilities."