Deborah Blake Quotes

She was tasked with guarding the doorway to the Otherworld, keeping the balance of nature (as much as anyone could in these modern times), and occasionally, helping a worthy seeker.

~ Deborah Blake

Is he evil? the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you.

~ Deborah Blake

A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.

~ Deborah Blake

Guilt can be a very destructive emotion.

~ Deborah Blake

A bedraggled woman stood on his doorstep in the pouring rain, and his first impulse was to slam the door in her face. But she had clearly come as far as she could; her pale face was twisted in pain, and she shivered convulsively beneath a denim jacket that was as soaking wet as the rest of her. Long black strands of hair hung down in twisted ribbons like seaweed in the vanishing daylight, reminding him of a sea creature he'd once dated briefly in his more adventurous youth.

~ Deborah Blake

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

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

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

Son, if you were any farther from fine you'd be in Nebraska.

~ Deborah Blake

You say wicked like it's a bad thing.

~ Deborah Blake

Some things were only possible in fairy tales. And not the kind of fairy tales that Baba Yagas featured in, those tended not to have happy endings.

~ Deborah Blake

Chewie gave a bone-scented sigh and rubbed his jowl affectionately against her leg. I can't tell you what to do, Beka. I can just tell you that I would be very sorry if you weren't my Baba. I've kind of gotten used to having you around.Beka blinked back unexpected emotion. Thanks, Chewie. That's really sweet.He was quiet for a moment, and then said. You know what's really sweet? S'mores, that's what. He gazed up at her with an innocent expression. Just sayin'.

~ Deborah Blake

Barbara felt lightheaded, almost dizzy with what she was about to say. But she said it anyway. As you wish, Your Majesty. In that case, I am afraid I must resign my position as Baba Yaga. If I am forced to choose between the work I was destined to do and the man I was destined to love, I choose the man.

~ Deborah Blake

Pain is mostly mind over matter: if you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

~ Deborah Blake

What do you envy? Liam gestured around the Airstream. All this. You travel around the country , no roots, no ties, having all sorts of adventures and meeting new people. It must be nice not to constantly have folks tugging at you, expecting you to solve all their problems for them, knowing everything about you down to whether you wear boxers or briefs. Baba raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little. Briefs. But that's not my point.

~ Deborah Blake

Liam jumped. Jeez --you can talk! Chudo-Yudo rolled his eyes. Right. So a talking dragon is okay, but a talking dog freaks you out? Dude, you're going to have to adjust to this crap a lot faster than that if you're going to be any help.

~ Deborah Blake

Mrs. Ivanov's gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though they'd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow.

~ Deborah Blake

Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.

~ Deborah Blake

He spoke! Ivan said, eyes wide. The dog talked! Oh my god. An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog? Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.

~ Deborah Blake

You're the Baba Yaga? He gazed at her in disbelief. But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!

~ Deborah Blake

Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet. And that was the good news.

~ Deborah Blake

He strolled over to the refrigerator, opened the door with one paw, and delicately picked up a beer between his teeth. He waited until clothes had stopped arcing through the air and hand it to Barbara.

~ Deborah Blake

I don’t know about you, but I’ve got plans for next Thursday. And I’m not in the mood to have them ruined by some apocalypse.

~ Deborah Blake

For years she’d been the Central Gates Precinct’s Witness Retrieval Specialist – more commonly referred to as a “Ghost Yanker” by her non-magical colleagues on the force. Being stuck in the basement talking to dead victims would depress the hell out of anyone, if they did it for long enough. Then, six months ago, everything changed.

~ Deborah Blake

Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t suppose this place has a bedroom.” He laughed softly in her ear. “Twelve of them, actually. Which one do you want to use?” She laughed back and bit his neck teasingly. “How about all of them? You just pick where we’ll start.

~ Deborah Blake

Go on, just come out with it, whatever it is.” She braced herself against the counter. Peter glanced down at the tile floor, and then back up at her, and sighed. “Fine. Here it is. Do you think Witches could have killed my father?

~ Deborah Blake

I want to know who killed my father,” Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up straight. “If you think you can help me with that, then you are welcome to try.

~ Deborah Blake

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign.

~ Deborah Blake

Have you ever met a dragon that couldn't talk?

~ Deborah Blake

I guess part of me hoped that you'd come to me because you trusted me to help. And because maybe you missed me, just a little.Beka took a deep breath. Just a little? Hell, Marcus, it felt like I was missing half my soul....His hazel eyes stared into hers, as if he could read her mind, or maybe her heart, which stuttered and skipped as if it only half remembered how to beat.Then he said in a low, fervent voice, I think I found it for you. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in strength and warmth and longing, tugging her in close until his lips met hers.

~ Deborah Blake

I've got the perfect dress. It's going to knock your socks off.Marcus wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but he couldn't wait to find out.

~ Deborah Blake

Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods? He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.

~ Deborah Blake

At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up. Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?

~ Deborah Blake

I chose a man and he chose me,You should have simply let it be,I chose a man and he chose you,Now this choice you both shall rue,You stole mine so I'll steal yours,Each mother's child that she adores,From every generation born,The first new child she will mourn,This curse unbroken now shall be,Down into eternity,Unless you find the pathway through,And solve the riddle with this clue,A rose's cry at rock enchanted,The sun's bright ray where none is slanted,A magic key to a gift divine,True love must merge when stars align

~ Deborah Blake

Day gazed out at the sky, where a shooting star was winging across the heavens. I stepped in between Jenna and the hex. I wasn't even thinking; it was just instinctive. Of course it was. Barbara gazed at him fondly. You may think you have changed, but your gallantry was never just for show; it's part of who you are.

~ Deborah Blake

Thanks, Baba. You are always such a comfort. She gave him a wry look. I know. I've been considering becoming a counselor. Or possibly a nurse. Day shook his head. If I were you, Baba Yaga, I'd stick to your day job.

~ Deborah Blake

At Jenna's questioning glance, he explained, As the White Rider, I used to wear all white. Few people here have ever seen me dressed in any other way. I wouldn't wonder that most of them could be standing right in front of me, wearing these clothes, and not even look twice. Jenna grinned at him. Not if they're female, they won't. I doubt there's a woman alive who would not look twice at you, babe. He snorted, absurdly pleased by the flattery, although he tried not to show it. We'll just have to try and stay away from women, then, won't we?

~ Deborah Blake

My brother, are you aware that you are presently taking the form of a rather large and distinctly emerald-hued bear? Not that it isn't an improvement on your usual excessive good lucks, but...

~ Deborah Blake

Legends had been written about less.

~ Deborah Blake

Couldn't I just take up juggling fire over a pit of alligators? Liam muttered. I think it might be easier.

~ Deborah Blake