Wickedly Powerful Quotes

“You say wicked like it's a bad thing.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Sam could feel his jaw drop open, but it took him a moment to gather himself together enough to shut it. He blinked at Jazz. "Did that cat just talk, or am I losing my mind?"
Koshka laughed, a bizarre sound coming from something with whiskers and ear tufts. "So you believe in witches but not to talking cats? You have a very limited worldview, Human. You might want to work on that.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“You're welcome to join us again sometime," Bella said....
"Right. Well, I don't know." Sam looked at the ground. scuffing one boot in the dirt. "I'm usually not very good company."
"I'm hanging out with a teenager and a temperamental cat." Bella said with a small smile. "The bar is set very low around here.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Sam held one of the mice up by its tail over the box and then hesitated. "Her, you want to have a go?"...
If Sam thought she was going to squeal at the sight of nature in the raw, he had a lot to learn.
Bella fed the owlet, cheering as he gulped down his food with a greedy intensity that bode well for the little guy's future recovery. And she grinned to herself when she heard Sam mutter under this breath. "This has got to be the weirdest first date in history.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Or I just sent my dragon into the woods to fetch rodents for you because I'm the wicked witch your grandmother warned you about.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Son, if you were any farther from fine you'd be in Nebraska.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“You know, like Prince Charming. Because you never know, maybe he's an enchanted prince under an evil spell."
"Life isn't a fairy tale, you know," Sam said.
"Wanna bet?" The teen smirked at him.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“normal came in more shades and sizes than most Humans could imagine,”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Sam started to move away, and she pulled him closer.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Shhh," he said. "I'm just going to grab the blanket and turn out the light. I'll be right back."
Bella chuckled sleepily and waved her right hand. The blanket lifted off the back of the chair where she'd left it and came slowly sailing across the room to drape itself over their entwined bodies. A snap of her fingers and the single lamp in the kitchen went out.
Sam blinked in the sudden darkness. "You're a very handy woman to have around," he said.
"You have no idea," she replied, and proceeded to demonstrate that she wasn't quite as tired as he'd thought.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“You should stay," he repeated. "The worst of the storm may be over, but it is still raining. It's pitch-black out there, and you're already tired and soaked to the bone. "Not exactly great conditions for riding a dirt bike. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Bella took another small step toward him, tilting her head up so she could look into his eyes.
"And that's the only reason you want me to stay?" To keep me safe?"
Sam shook his head. "No. Not the only reason." And he leaned down to kiss her, suddenly realizing he'd been wanting to do it since the day he met her.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful

“Bella laughed, her head thrown back to expose the smooth line of her throat, and Sam suddenly lost his train of thought. While they'd been eating, the sun had set, and the sight of Bella standing in the moonlight laughing took his breath away. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful in his life.
And that was more terrifying than any fire.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Powerful