Possession Quotes

“The next time that we meet we meet as enemies!”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“In A.D. 1223 an infant was born, clutching a jewel in her tiny fist. Her peasant father ran to the castle to bring back a priest, but by the time they returned to the hut, the jewel had disappeared. The priest declared that such would be the child's life: all good would slip through her fingers.
The years passed, and the girl's beauty became celebrated. Knights and kings journeyed far to gaze into her eyes before leaving her on their crusades. Women and children made pilgrimages to look upon her angelic face. All who saw her felt blessed.
But an ancient evil called the Atrox also saw her unearthly perfection and pursued her, offering her father great treasures if she would betroth it. The girl saw her father's poverty and agreed to the union, making only one request for herself--- that her beauty should last forever. The Atrox agreed, and she pledged her devotion for eternity.
A Follower of the Atrox came to take the young woman to the underworld, but when he saw her beauty and grace, he fell desperately in love with her and she, too, with him.
They tried to hide their love, but the Atrox saw through their deception. When the young woman stepped into the Cold Fire to receive immortality, instead of preserving her beauty for eternity, the flames consumed her flesh and bones, turning her into a wind spirit.
The knight could not endure life without her. The force of his love drove him across the world, searching for a sorceress with the power to restore her human form. As he was crossing the sea, a storm broke out and sent his ship off course to the island of Aeaea, where Circe, an ancient enchantress, lived. Circe gave him a magic potion. With it, his beloved could possess any body she desired.
Since then many young women have felt her presence and wondered afterward what made them act so wickedly, never understanding that for a brief time, the spirit of the wind had taken over their mind and soul.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“Maybe she had always been destined to be like Hekate, a goddess of dark, but was that so bad? It was during dark times that people most needed help from the divine. She understood that now.
“There never was a night that didn’t end,” she whispered.
Stanton looked at her. “You have to make a choice.”
She nodded. Her seventeenth birthday was quickly approaching, and then she had to choose. She could lose her powers and her memory of what she had once been, or she could disappear and become something else, a guardian spirit, perhaps. But now, unlike the other Daughters, Serena had a third choice. She could become a goddess of the dark.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“The sapphire spun within the gold, creating the soft, sweet chant of an arcane religious song. She paused and listened. The words were in ancient Greek. She translated some of the lyrics into English: “Nocturnal One, Queen of the Cosmos.” She knew at once it was an ancient prayer to summon the Greek deity Hekate.
At the same moment dogs barked and howled, and the night filled with the pure scent of clean winter air.
Serena stopped and studied the Followers, all looking at her now with an apprehensive stare. Some even backed away.
She turned to Jerome. His malicious gaze flickered, and she caught a glimpse of fear. Was there something in the night more powerful than Followers and the Atrox?
The force of Hekate surged through her, and finally she understood what it meant to be the key. She no longer saw light and dark as opposites but as two joining and necessary forces. The strength of both merged inside her with an agonizing clash, but the pain was pleasant and strangely thrilling as it molded her into the goddess she was destined to become.
An insolent smile slipped across her face and she sauntered toward Jerome.
“You said it was the dark of the moon already,” she said. “Followers are most powerful then.” She paused and added, “But so am I.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“I’ve missed you,” she admitted at last, enjoying the phosphorescent beauty of the waves and the rhythmic roar of surf coming to shore.
“I know,” he said as if he had always known her true feelings hidden under her distrust and anger. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands.
She closed her eyes and let him enter her mind, then he drew her back into his. The hypnotic trance feeling of being in his memories took over, and she relived what he had done during the time they had been separated, his remembrances now her own. She felt his anguish the night he had turned back to the Atrox and saw clearly that it had been the only way he could save her from Lambert. She shuddered, finally understanding the depth of the sacrifice he had made for her. As hard as the memory was to see, she knew living it had been immeasurably worse for him.
“Thank you,” she whispered, overwhelmed, and knew at once that he had always been nearby, watching over her. Those dreamworld visits had not been illusions. He had come to her at night.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“I was going through a stack of manuscripts and the word Aura caught my eye. I’m not completely sure how this is related to Circe yet, but I translated the story about a young woman named Ursula. Her beauty was so renowned that knights leaving on crusades would stop by her father’s hut just to look at her. They believed good fortune would befall them if they gazed into her eyes.”
“What time period is that?” Serena asked.
“The thirteenth century.”
“That’s about the time Stanton was kidnapped by the Atrox,” Vanessa said softly.
Kendra nodded and waited a moment before she went on, her finger running along the words written on the page. “According to the manuscript, the devil also saw her beauty and pursued her, offering her great wealth if she would betroth him. Knowing her father’s poverty, she decided to sacrifice her life for the good of her family. She asked for only one gift for herself—”
“To preserve her beauty for eternity,” Jimena interrupted.
Kendra smiled. “That’s right. Apparently she suffered from vanity.”
“But could Ursula be Aura?” Catty seemed skeptical. “That would mean she’s been alive for centuries.”
“There’s more,” Kendra continued. “Ursula betrayed the devil by falling in love with a mortal.”
“Lambert.” Serena gasped.
“The manuscript didn’t give a name, but the devil found out and punished Ursula by destroying her beauty. She remained alive but in bodiless form and was called Aura after that.”
“She’s been alive for that long?” Tianna looked stunned.
Kendra nodded. “In Latin, Aura means the one who is like air. She lived as a wind spirit until she found a way to possess other bodies.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“Serena gazed into his eyes and steadied her voice. "Next time we meet as enemies."
He stared at her, eyes desperately sad. "The only person I love is now my enemy.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“You should have taken her car registration.” Vanessa looked after the car. “Then we’d at least have her name.”
“Too late now,” Serena said, feeling defeated.
“It’s never too late,” Tianna said with confidence, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she pushed out with her telekinetic power to the fast-moving car.
At the corner the Lexus slowed, then hitched, its frame seeming to shudder as it came to a stop in the middle of the street. The back tires spun, peeling off a layer of rubber and churning blue smoke into the air.
“We should have used Tianna in the first place,” Jimena said to Serena as they ran toward the car.
“Don’t lie to me,” Serena answered, breathless. “I know you wanted to see if you could still jack a car. I can read your mind. Remember?”
Jimena smiled sheepishly.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“Vanessa began to sing and Serena froze. She had forgotten that Vanessa had asked if she could use her poem “Demon Lover” for the lyrics to her new song. Now hearing the words come from Vanessa’s throaty voice made old emotions stir inside her. She glanced at the shadows in the back, looking for a sliver of night, wondering if Stanton was there. If he heard the song, he would know she had written the words.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“At last she pulled out her Levi's low riders, a thick leather belt, and a new butterfly halter. She had planned to wear the bib halter over a slinky long-sleeve tee, because it was so revealing with its bare back and midriff, but now she shrugged and held it up against her. Why not flaunt it? She was in a partying mood.
She slipped into he jeans and belt, then struggled with the ties on the halter, finally turning to the mirror. Excitement ran through her. She loved the thick leather draped over her hip sand the iridescent blue butterfly wings across her chest. Her hair fell across her shoulders with a luxurious feel. She fluffed the curls, her eyes scintillating with an unfamiliar spark.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“Serena stood in the cold, spellbound, unable to stop remembering the good times with Stanton. She had a strong memory of the sensual way he had seeped into her mind and brought her back into his, their thoughts melding. She had seen and felt his struggle, known the sweet pain that came over him with the uncontrollable urge to turn someone to the Atrox. He had tried to hide the dark impulse from her, but in the end he had been unable to conceal what he really was, a creature of night and shadow. She had loved him anyway. She hadn’t cared what his past had been; she had only been interested in the way he had been with her, his kind and gentle devotion.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“See the fish? That means good fortune, especially on the rim. Blessings are swimming your way.”
Vanessa smiled.
“Dip your finger in the grounds, then suck them off your finger to seal your fate,” Kendra told her.
Vanessa did, and Kendra looked inside Jimena’s cup.
“Birds.” Kendra laughed. “Of course, there would be lots of birds for Jimena, because she receives omens. You see the future clearly, but sometimes you don’t believe in the power you have.”
Jimena leaned forward. “I see the birds. Pájaros flying all over the cup.”
Next Kendra glanced at Catty, then studied the brown zigzag design inside her cup. “A road.” She sighed. “Travel, of course, and specifically time traveling. The road moves back and forth over the bottom of the cup, which represents the past, and up to the top, which stands for the future. Catty will be taking innumerable trips.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“The moon was almost full but in its waning phase, hanging in the clear sky. At one time, a night without a moon had made her uneasy, but now she felt a spiritual connection to Hekate, the goddess of the dark— a secret she hadn’t even told her closest friend, Jimena. She wanted to become a mystica, one initiated into the secret rites of Hekate, because she understood the purpose of the dark now. It was necessary for growth. Instead of being something to fear, it needed to be welcomed as a passing from the old to the new.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“She hadn’t told Collin the real reason she hadn’t been sleeping well. Too frequently she dreamed that Stanton had entered her room and knelt beside her bed, caressing her arm, kissing her cheek, and sometimes speaking to her about their future together.
Afterward, she always awoke, her heart aching, and it was difficult to go back to sleep. His dreamworld visits felt too real. She had set a line of alarm clocks on her dresser as a precaution. Followers hated timepieces, anything that reminded them of their eternal bond to evil. A clock couldn’t stop Stanton the way a crucifix stopped a vampire, but if he did come into her room, she was certain he would turn the clocks to face the wall. Recently they hadn’t been disturbed, and that was the only way she knew that his visits were only dreams.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“Any other girl at La Brea High would have been flattered to have him pursue her. They found his laid-back scruffy look irresistible, even with his bad reputation as a heartbreaker. Serena had caught him staring at her in English class and had wondered what he wanted with her. She wasn't the glam type of girl he normally dated, not with her combat boots, black fishnet hose, and graffiti-painted nails. But it didn't take much to realize he had a huge crush on her. He always seemed to show up where she was.
At first Serena had been impressed that he wasn't the kind of guy who judged a girl by the way she dressed. She might have even dated him if she hadn't discovered the truth. He lied about the girls he had gone out with.
It wasn't as if Serena didn't know guys did that. She knew they exaggerated sometimes, but Jerome did more. She couldn't confront him or even tell others what she knew, though, because no one would believe her.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession