Season Of The Witch Quotes

“A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“It was not accustomed to being summoned.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Go do your thing, magic girl.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“I swear. Tell someone you're a vampire or a werewolf and they think it's sexy. Tell someone you're a witch and they go from zero to Torquemada in three seconds flat.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Thing about witches; we're a paranoid lot. Call it a side effect of living in a world obsessed with seeing you burn.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Father Gregory laid a hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes life knocks us to our knees." His hand tightened briefly. "But that's a damn good position to pray from.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.

It was a motorcycle.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Ain't good to talk too much about infernal affairs if you can avoid it. Tends to make certain things stand up and pay attention.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“How long since he'd been back home? Ten years? Fifteen? He'd stopped keeping track around the time he'd finally stopped looking over his shoulder. At the time, leaving had seemed too good to be true. He'd spent months feeling like he was half a step ahead of some nameless specter; like if he let his guard down, even for a second, whatever it was would drag him right back where he'd come from.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Georgia's skin buzzed as she approached the heavy wooden doors. She swallowed hard. She didn't put much stock in church. Church was a place people went, a story people told. Most of the time, those stories didn't impress her much.

Faith, however, was another matter. Faith of any creed was sacred. Faith of every kind had power.

St. Jude was chock-full of faith.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Some lines you just don't cross. Not in my business."

"Your business?" Georgia rolled her eyes. "You mean the private detective business? I wasn't aware you guys had such ironclad rules about making out with clients." She ignored the choking sound he made. "Seriously, have you even seen The Maltese Falcon?"

Darius' face heated. "This isn't some movie, Ms. Clare. You're not Mary Astor, and I'm sure as hell no Humphrey Bogart. Here in the real world, there are rules.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.

Witch.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Darius blinked. "You're an accountant?" She looked more like a supermodel librarian. Not that he could tell her that.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Ever since he could remember, he'd people-watched to pass time. When he was younger, everyone told him it was rude. He hadn't stopped; merely perfected his technique.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Something about the floating club reminded him of Wonderland. Not Disney's Wonderland, either, but Wonderland according to Lewis Carroll: dark, sumptuous. Treacherous. It was the sort of place where anything could happen...and probably did. He had a feeling if a deranged, bloodthirsty monarch suddenly swept in and started demanding people's heads, no one would bat an eye.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Bez blew out a breath and leaned heavily against the bar. "Honestly, D, you're better off busting your subversive cherry with something else. A nice werewolf killing. A vampire blood drive.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“It wasn't every day a witch came to see him.

Darius deCompostela gave up on the paperwork he'd been trying to fill out and leaned back in his chair. Semantics. Technically, Georgia Clare hadn't come to see him. She'd come to see MacMillian. Most people did, often with barely a sideways glance in his direction. Usually, that chafed.

Not this time. For one thing, her reluctance to speak with him didn't seem to have anything to do with, well, him.

For another thing, he didn't do witches.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“Georgia gulped as the entire doorway suddenly filled with a man she didn't recognize. She'd been expecting Jesper MacMillian.

This was definitely not Jesper MacMillian.

This man had a rich black complexion. His head was bald- whether by nature or design, she couldn't be sure. Tiny studs flashed in his ears. He wore a beautiful black suit, painstakingly tailored to fit his massive shoulders. Dark tattoos curled just above his pressed white collar, and down below the edges of his cuffs.

His face was neither kind nor unkind. He studied her with vague disinterest, his eyes quiet and guarded beneath solid brows.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch

“What was she doing here? Private detectives were for insecure housewives, parents of troubled teens, bent old ladies who'd forgotten where they parked. She was none of the above. She was a sane, stable, capable adult. Yet here she was.

Desperate times, and all that.”
― Laura Oliva, Season Of The Witch