The terms we use for what is considered supernatural are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding?We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this? If there are other worlds parallel to ours, are all the doors closed? Or does one, here or there, stand ajar?

You've got the wrong girl.""On the contrary..." the voice murmured, "I've got exactly the girl I want." Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she was alone... "You're bleeding." Lips closed over hers. A kiss so passionate that time faded and stopped... so passionate, it sucked her breath away... Searing heat swept through her- pain and pleasure throbbing through her veins. With a helpless moan, she leaned into him and realized with a shock the kiss had ended.

Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?”“No."“Well, how about that I needed to see you.”“Why? Did one of my neighbors call and say my cat’s been stalking their bunny?”One corner of his mouth went up. “You know, that sounds like a euphemism. A kind of salacious one”“Ooh, big words for Mr. Average Joe street cop,” she said, knowing she sounded bitchy but unable to help it. “Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?

Bana bir kitap mı fırlattın sen?Benim inimde?" " Evet.Ve yine yaparım". Fearghus şaşkınlıkla başını kaşıdı.Ona meydan okuyabilecek kadar cesur - veya aptal bakış açısına göre değişir- biriyle daha önce hiç karşılaşmamıştı."Ama" diye gakladı şaşkın bir şekilde" Ben bir ejderhayım" "Benimde memelerim var.Bu bana hiçbir şey ifade etmiyo

Piensa que soy más débil de lo que en realidad soy, lo cual debería irritarme. En lugar de eso, le miro casi con asombro, porque me esta tratando como a una dama y no como a una criada. Alec desea cuidarme, a mí, que siempre he tenido que atender las necesidades de otro. Aunque pequeño, jamás esperé ni siquiera un gesto como ese de un hombre rico. De nadie, en verdad. Inopinadamente, me doy cuenta de lo maravilloso que sería tener a alguien cuidara de mí de vez en cuando.

It took me several minutes to persuade myself to watch the news. During which time I gave myself a stern talking to. That turned into me considering a local pub that would be the perfect place to drown my sorrows in a barrel of tequila, though after much introspection, I scratched the idea just to avoid needless drunken embarrassment. Then, admittedly, I contemplated pouncing Andrew for another steamy romp session. Despite its proven potency to assuage stress and tension, I decided now was not the time to indulge in explosive sexcapades.

Yes, I'm a materialist. I'm willing to be shown wrong, but that has not happened — yet. And I admit that the reason I'm unable to accept the claims of psychic, occult, and/or supernatural wonders is because I'm locked into a world-view that demands evidence rather than blind faith, a view that insists upon the replication of all experiments — particularly those that appear to show violations of a rational world — and a view which requires open examination of the methods used to carry out those experiments.

Daxilon no le responde, sólo observa, con vibrante emoción, como esa cosa negra se acerca hacia ella. Bear comienza a correr, pero no llega a dar más que un par de zancadas antes que la agarren por la cintura y la tiren al suelo de cara. Siente quebrarse parte del cráneo de oso que lleva y teme porque los huesos puedan herirle la piel. En cuanto nota como tiran de ella se da la vuelta como puede para intentar pelear contra su enemigo.“¿Qué es esto?” es lo primero que piensa cuando ve a su atacante.

While he attends to his rats, Persinger gives me the lowdown on the haunt theory. Why would a certain type of electromagnetic field make one hear things or sense a presence? What’s the mechanism? The answer hinges on the fact that exposure to electromagnetic fields lowers melatonin levels. Melatonin, he explains, is an anti-convulsive; if you have less of it in your system, your brain —in particular, your right temporal lobe— will be more prone to tiny epileptic-esque microseizures and the subtle hallucinations these seizures can cause.

La vida de Henry era tan frágil como la de Xander o la de mi madre, y sentí que empezaba a resquebrajarme. Me abrumaba tener que luchar sola por él. Henry se había quedado en el banquillo porque yo lo había obligado, porque lo había llevado allí a rastras y lo había obligado a seguir expectante, a mantenerse en guardia. No podía, sin embargo, obligarlo a que aquello le importara. Yo era la única que luchaba por él, y ya no estaba segura de estar a la altura de las circunstancias.

The paranormal isn't something we should be afraid of. Understanding eliminates fear. To understand that anything that's not of God is of satan. There's no grey area. No human souls occupy the spirit world right now. These apparations we see tormenting these people on these television shows are just satan's demons. They definitely exist. They just were never human. Satan uses ignorance as power. Since we fear what we don't understand. He uses that to his advantage. He feeds off fear. He doesn't try those who understand in that way.

How come when mortals want things, their only option is to make a deal with Hell and sell their soul? Why can’t they make deals with God in exchange for good behavior?"It was another of those rare moments when I’d surprised Carter. I waited for the glib answer I’d mentioned to Seth, something along the lines of goodness being its own reward. The angel considered for several seconds. "Humans make those deals all the time," he said finally. "They just don’t make them with God.""Then who are they making them with?" I exclaimed."Themselves.

The second wolf dove straight into the free platter. Fibres of flesh ripped apart with the same terrible tearing sound of sacking stretched and broken. Red sprayed. Limbs flailed. The bloody gurgle of a scream tore from Logan’s throat as he struggled against gnashing teeth. The same slow motion bubble slotted over Violet’s head, vacuuming the sound. Time seemed to ripple around her. Her extra senses reached out, screaming as they felt Logan’s existence fray. She moved without consideration, Simon close on her heels, his noises numb to her brain.

Nick laughed and pet the Wangdoodle on the head. “Esperto, you silly boy,” he said to the Wangdoodle. “Usually, Esperto only transforms when I’m in danger,” Nick said to Elphaba. “But whenever he’s around Dymons, he loves to play along. Their transformations are to Esperto what a ball of yarn is to a kitten.” Esperto gave out a strange squeaking growl, which Elphaba figured was the Wangdoodle version of a purr.“What the hell is a Wangdoodle?” Elphaba whispered.“I haven’t a clue,” Nick laughed.

Annwyl paniğini frenledi.Kraliçe ona, Hefaidd-Hen savaşması için bir hediye vermişti.Onun alevlerinin ne yapacağına dair en ufak bir fikri yoktu,ama kraliçenin onagerçekten yardım ettiğini umuyordu.Dua etti, Briastias'ın adamlarına seslendiğini duysa dabiliyordu.Hefaidd-Hen havayı içine çekmek için kendini geriye atarken , onların asla zamanında gelemeyeceğini biliyordu.Ağabeyine baktı "Ne olursa olsun, bu iş burda bitmedi ağabey