J.L. Vampa > Quotes

“Moving a corpse in the rain is such fussy, slippery business.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“If only there were a place, bent by time and crumbling with age, where one could escape wrong and right and just be.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Fucking hell she was beautiful when she was angry. But not as beautiful as when she laughed.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“One must take pains to remember that life deals in greys. What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“The moment things go amok, I’m leaving.” “Amok, amok,” Agatha mocked with a roll of her eyes. “Of course.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“I learned the fool is the one who does not even attempt to bring change. The fool is the one who makes no effort to leave this place better than the way they found it.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“She found the alder and ash trees breathtaking. The maple and birch a life force all their own, dripping with colour. Agatha kept them in perpetual Autumn, and, on occasion, she let Winter befall them as well. Greenery simply did not suit her as it did Sorscha and Seleste.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“she pondered how peculiar it is that something transcendent, something unparalleled, can take place and yet humans still walk, breathe, move, live the same. Things like hunger and exhaustion should cease to exist in the face of the sublime, the tragic. And yet, there they are. It felt blasphemous.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“She let the aroma of home wash over her, its familiarity instantly calming the frayed edges of her nerves. The herbs and spices that hung from the rafters of the kitchen, swaying gently in the night air that entered with her. The cinnamon, apple,”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Yes. But the nights are often very difficult for me. I’m pleased to see them over. To let the sun chase the monsters away.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Are you still jealous, a stór?” “Only of the walls of your room,” she breathed out.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“Winding his way through her trail of notes and open books was as wild as it was endearing. If either of them was a mad scientist, it was Atta—and he adored it.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“Let her silent roar bleed into their very souls until it reminded them of the burned witches, the brutalised outsiders, and the abused peasants. Let it remind them that their time of oppressing others was through.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“History is always so easily forgotten until it begins to repeat.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“* a stór (uh stohr)—Irish Gaelic; meaning my darling, or my treasure”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“You will one day regret that, boy.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“Atta closed her eyes, breathing in deeply the scent of Sonder, the beauty of their love. If he were to die, she’d envy the soil that cradled him in its arms, the flora that sprouted from his bones.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“Sister Autumn was designed, with her equal darkness and light, to be the brutal hand of Hespa.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Don’t you dare leave me here, reaper. If I’m alive, so are you. Our grave will be dug as one, and we’ll climb in together. Do you understand me?”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“A damsel with her own dagger is worth far more than a white knight.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“Agatha always found it comical that the people still kept the same traditions begun by Hespa’s witches of old, merely changing the name of the holidays. Mortals rarely knew where their traditions originated.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“It’s good for the soul to have something to crave; to tend; to strive for.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Agatha might prefer black, but she claimed it was because her trees demanded all the luxurious brilliance.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“One must take pains to remember that life deals in greys. What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey. -Writings of Ambrose Joubert”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“He watched her look out over the sea, wishing he didn’t find her beautiful in her darkened mystery. Wishing he didn’t find her fascinating for her sharp mind and daring fashion sense. And wishing he weren’t the reason she had such anguish in her eyes.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“He was irrevocably, desperately in love with her.”
― J.L. Vampa, Autumn of the Grimoire

“there comes a time when one’s ghosts need to be set free. The longer they roam the soul, the more havoc they wreak.”
― J.L. Vampa, Winter of the Wicked

“Sometimes fear cleanses the soul, Atta. It reminds us to look at the important things we took for granted while at peace.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“You’ve tangled yourself up in my soul like a vine, a stór.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries