Quotes by Rachel Hunter

“Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly andheavily armed.””

“Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.””

“Jenna, you have Vix, and Archer, you have…Actually, what you have?”“You,” he said firmly. “And a whole bunch of holy knights who want to kill me.”“Vix can visit,” Jenna said. “And the school will be a good place now, so it’s not like one more year will be torture. Although,” she said, frowning, “I will admit the place is pretty awful to look at. I don’t know how we’re going to fix that.”Facing the pond, staring at that green, green grass, I gave a shuddery laugh. “I don’t think we have to worry about the island,” I said, wiping stray tears with the back of my hand. “It’s being healed.”“Well, there you have it, then,” Archer said. “Vix can come for a visit, the island will eventually be a heck of a lot less depressing, and I’m not leaving you ever again.”“Yeah, and we still have to deal with The Eye being…Eyeish, and me learning to be Head of the Council, which will probably involve lots of boring books and-“Archer pressed his mouth to mine, effectively shutting me up and kissing the hell out of me. When he pulled back, he was grinning. “And you have an arrogant, screwed-up former demon hunter who is stupidly in love with you.”“And an angsty vampire who will walk into hell with you. Actually, who walked into hell with you,” Jenna added, coming around to my other side.“And parents who love you, and who are probably making out back at the car,” Archer said, and I laughed.“So, really,” Jenna said, and looped her arm through mine, “what more do you need?”I looked back and forth between them, these two people I loved so much. The breeze ruffled the tall grass around the pond, and I thought I could hear Elodie’s laugh.“Nothing,” I told them, squeezing both their hands. “Nothing.””

“That would be the... Blue Moon Over Brooklyn?”“Yeah. All the names here are kinda dumb.”The man pointed a long finger at Kip's name tag. “I like your name.”Kip glanced at his own name on the tag, as if he didn't know what it said. Like an idiot.””

“Saint Anthony's medallions are very powerful objects. Witches and warlocks used them in the Middle Ages, usually if they were traveling. You could give them to someone and use them to telepathically show your location. Very useful if you got lost or captured, both of which happened quite often in those days." He flicked it back at me. "I'm actually not surprised you found one. We have dozens in the cellar at Hecate."Well,that explained it,then. Secret demon hunter thief. Man, did I know how to pick 'em.””

“Such poisoning of waters set aside for conservation purposes could have consequences felt by every western duck hunter and by everyone to whom the sight and sound of drifting ribbons of waterfowl across an evening sky are precious. These””

“Yeah.” Scott smiled. He looked up at Kip, and he knew. He knew for sure. Scott Hunter was in love.””

“The trouble is that we are seldom aware of the protection afforded by natural enemies until it fails. Most of us walk unseeing through the world, unaware alike of its beauties, its wonders, and the strange and sometimes terrible intensity of the lives that are being lived about us. So it is that the activities of the insect predators and parasites are known to few. Perhaps we may have noticed an oddly shaped insect of ferocious mien on a bush in the garden and been dimly aware that the praying mantis lives at the expense of other insects. But we see with understanding eye only if we have walked in the garden at night and here and there with a flashlight have glimpsed the mantis stealthily creeping upon her prey. Then we sense something of the drama of the hunter and the hunted. Then we begin to feel something of the relentlessly pressing force by which nature controls her own.””

“To the bird watcher, the suburbanite who derives joy from birds in his garden, the hunter, the fisherman or the explorer of wild regions, anything that destroys the wildlife of an area for even a single year has deprived him of pleasure to which he has a legitimate right.””

“Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe the Itineris didn’t suck as much as I’d thought. Something had scared this werewolf, and there were only a few things I could think of that could do Scary Irish Prodigium hunters? Way up on that list.“Elodie-“ I started to say, but before I got anything else out, she winked out like a bitchy firefly.The werewolf and I were plunged into darkness. I cursed, and the werewolf made a growl that sounded like the same word. For a few moments, just long enough to make me think that maybe I’d been wrong, the woods were quiet and still.And then everything erupted at once.””