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#urban

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #urban




Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.


Jacquelynn Gagne


#death #fantasy #novel #paranormal #romance

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.


Paul Virilio


#cultural-critique #urbanization #dreams

I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne


C.E. Murphy


#faith

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.


E.J. Stevens


#fantasy #fiction #kelpies #paranormal #psychic-detective

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.


Lindsay J. Pryor


#paranormal-romance #pnr #serryn #urban-fantasy #vampire

London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand.


Anna Quindlen


#geography #literary-london #london #metropolis #similes

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.


Laurell K. Hamilton


#fiction #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire #life

One downside of living with a Were-cheetah is that he purrs when he’s happy. At times, the apartment vibrated all day from MeShack’s enjoyment of life.


Kenya Wright


#urban-fantasy-series #life

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky?


Damon Knight


#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.


Sheridan Hay


#city-life #urban-life #life






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