" Wraiths and wreckage! " gasped Trumpkin in the ghost of a voice.

“上帝保佑。”杜鲁普金倒吸一口气，用几乎听不见的声音说道。

It's my guess we're dealing with a wraith. A wraith?

我猜要对付的个。？

When twilight came on and Prissy, scurrying like a black wraith, lit a lamp, Melanie became weaker.

暮色降临时，普里茜像具黑幽似的急急忙忙点起灯，媚兰显得更虚弱。

I was looking for a book. For Gaius. He think the black knight is a wraith.

我在找一本书。帮盖乌斯找的。他觉得那黑骑士个。

My death would stop the wraith and Arthur would live.

我的死能让安息这样亚瑟才能活下来。

I believe he is a wraith. The spirit.

我觉得他。空壳。

Just wait until he encounters a striga or a wraith later this year.

just wait until he encounters a striga or a wraith later this year.只需等到今年晚时候，他遇到吸血鬼或者魂就。

Joseph (her gaze intent on eternity) she was but a wraith without body or substance.

对于圣约瑟夫修女（她凝视着永恒）来说， 她不过一个没有身体或物质的幽。

The wraiths or whatever you want to call them.

那幽或者whatever你愿意怎么叫它们。

With a wraith, with a fragment of my desire?

带着一个幽， 带着我欲望的碎片？

The wraiths themselves were intense enough for that story.

那幽本身就已经为那个故事提供足够的紧张感。

You said yourself no mortal weapon can kill it. There is a need to find a way to defeat the wraith ourselves.

你说过没有凡间的武器能杀他。我们该去寻找别的办法灭这死。

She's an expert on monsters and she's getting super excited about this wraith that nobody has ever seen.

她个怪物专家，对于这个没人见过的幽她兴奋极。

He was on his feet, shaking hands briskly—then his car was a wraith of dust down the road.

他站起来， 轻快地握手——然后他的车在路上变成尘土飞扬的幽。

Tha'rt as thin as a lath an' as white as a wraith, but there's not a knob on thee.

你瘦得像板条，白得像幽，但你身上没有旋钮。

So he's got to go battle the wraith that nobody can see.

所以他必须去对抗那个无人能见的幽。

Nevertheless, it was you he blamed. You cannot allow Arthur to fight. No weapon forged by man can kill a wraith.

不管怎样，他已经怪罪你。你不能让亚瑟接受挑战。没有武器能杀死死。

The great misty body rose, it floated over the city like a wraith, and then it swiftly dispersed, even as steam dissolves in the air.

巨大的迷雾之躯升腾而起， 它如同幽般飘浮于城市之上，随即迅速消散， 宛如蒸汽在空气中消融。

In the curved hallway mirror I flit past, a red shape at the edge of my own field of vision, a wraith of red smoke.

在弯曲的走廊镜子里，我飞快地掠过，一个红色的形状在我自己视野的边缘，一个红色的烟雾幽。

By the end of the day she was the girl she'd been before Christmas vacation—a dough-faced and freckle-cheeked wraith, scurrying through the halls with her eyes down and her books clasped to her chest.

那天放学的时候，她又变成圣诞节假期前的那个嘟蒂——一张大白脸上长满雀斑，像鬼魂一样低垂着眼睛，书抱在胸前，匆匆穿行在教室间。