Nevermore Kelly Creagh Quotes & Sayings

They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then it only makes sense that they would not be able to do so either. They are the deepest parts of his subconscious. Shrapnel of his inner self. As you might have learned, they have the same desires and conflicts as their maker. As separate pieces, freed from the soul and from the confines of a human conscious, however, they develop minds of their own. And, as demons created in the dreamworld, they are compelled by law to answer to its queen. That is why they attempted to harm you but in the end could not. — Kelly Creagh

So, you let me get through that whole spiel, my entire tirade, but weren't going to let me have the dramatic walkaway, were you? — Kelly Creagh

And if you ruin it I own your soul. — Kelly Creagh

Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn't had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she'd taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nearest thing Trenton High had to a Dark Lord. — Kelly Creagh

Cinema affects everything, from the way I get dressed to how I build my stages. — Paloma Faith

And keep a watch out at the garage door, because you'll be back by the stroke of seven thirty and in time for dinner or else you'll turn back into an alien and be deported to your home planet. — Kelly Creagh

Lady Ligeia," he began again, "is a woman in the literature who returns from the dead, taking over another woman's body to be with her true love."
"Oh, yes. Lovely" Isobel blanched. "I guess the other chick didn't mind at all? — Kelly Creagh

Oh come now. It's no fun if you don't know why I'm gutting you when I'm gutting you. Think! — Kelly Creagh

No," said her dad, starting to shout, "what I can't handle is you being dropped off after midnight by some kid who thinks he's a vampire!"
"And now you're dating a vampire?" Danny asked, intrigued. "You know they bite right?"
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"How can he be a vampire when he knows so much about slayers? — Kelly Creagh

In that moment, there was no place for doubt. I was sitting with the supreme being. I had always sat beside her. She was inside of me. — Christopher Pike

The spoken word is ephemeral. The written word, eternal. A symphony, timeless. — A.E. Samaan

Oh, sure. Let me just ask my geek brother to stop slaying zombie ninjas for a few hours so I can borrow the PC and catch up on my Victorian horror lit. — Kelly Creagh

It's pretty hard to make out what's going to be a commercial success and what's not. — Gavin Rossdale

Is it also true that you drank to excess?" Isobel asked, flipping to the next index card.
Poe scoffed at the question, his response simply "Nyeh."
Varen's head snapped so quickly toward her father that Isobel was surprised the sunglasses hadn't flown off.
"Well, sometimes," Poe corrected himself. Shifting, he stooped in his seat.
Varen's stare remained.
"Often," Poe growled, angling away, pulling his already tight jacket around himself even tighter. — Kelly Creagh

She'd never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you'd expect to see under lace cuffs, like Mozart or something. — Kelly Creagh

Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath the
floorboards. — Kelly Creagh

Isobel watched as Varen's head turned slowly toward her father. She couldn't exactly tell with the sunglasses, but she somehow knew that he had to be staring down the false Poe with one of his most penetrating "you are the essence of lameness" expressions. — Kelly Creagh

She stood in the mist, waiting for him again.
Always in the same place. — Kelly Creagh

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else's dream who is, themselves, someone else's. — Kelly Creagh

Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep. — Kelly Creagh

Isobel's head popped up. "What does 'sagacious' mean?"
"Sagacious," he said, writing, "adjective describing someone in possession of acute mental faculties. Also describing one who might, in a bookstore, think to get up and locate an actual dictionary instead of asking a billion questions. — Kelly Creagh

So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?"
"We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe."
"Didn't he marry his cousin or something?"
"The man is a literary god and that's all you have to say? — Kelly Creagh

I'll keep it," she said. "Then, when you get back, after you and the dark one are done making out and planning a future filled with blond-haired, green-eyed, pigment-challeneged rug rats, I'll bring it over and you can add it to your scrapbook, right before you start cooking me dinner. I like vegetarian lasagna with cottage cheese instead of ricotta."
"Gwen?"
"And don't forget the mushrooms. Garlic bread, too, please. That is, as long as your vampire lover doesn't object."
"I want to say thank you," Isobel said. "For ... everything."
"No," Gwen said. "Thank you for the delicious dinner. I can almost taste the baklava you and Darth Vader will be making for dessert. Something tells me you're gonna have to look that one up, though. — Kelly Creagh

She is the harbinger of nightmares as well as death, destruction, and insanity. Said to reign in an alternate dimension, a bleak and desertlike twilight version of reality, Lilith has long been hailed as the queen of mental darkness. — Kelly Creagh

You can't understand us. We don't even understand ourselves. — Kelly Creagh

He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace. — Kelly Creagh

Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don't work on Tuesdays. — Kelly Creagh

Sam stop yelling at her!" her mother yelled.
"If this were in Japsnese," said Danny, "it could be an anime. — Kelly Creagh

Much like books, she could tell how voiceless things had provided a brand of companionship more compatible to his nature than human friendship had ever been. These things, locked in their inanimate ways, fed him ideas, she thought. They whispered their tales to him through unmoving lips and he listened, opening himself to their world so much more than any normal passerby. That much was evident in the way he'd taken the photos, as if he'd caught each soulless thing in a candid moment of secret animation. Like they'd sensed him coming and so turned themselves his way because they knew that he held the power to translate their silence into words. — Kelly Creagh

Like a serpent, this demon had coiled and nested into those empty and cavernous spaces of his heart. Like a harpy, she had preyed on his absolute aloneness. — Kelly Creagh

Dancers churned around them like storm tossed flowers, their heads held to either side as they whirled with abandonment.
"Look at them," he whispered, his voice in her ear. "Have you ever seen anything like it? They have everything, don't they? Everything except a single care to dwell on. — Kelly Creagh

S.P.A.M. S.enseless P.eople A.always M.essaging — Stanley Victor Paskavich

Besides," Gwen added, fluffing the dress folds, "this thing took forever, so you're wearing it."
"Wait you made this?" Isobel asked, distracted.
"Altered it," she admitted. She shrugged. "Half off at the Nearly New Shop. By the way, you owe me twenty-five dollars. — Kelly Creagh