Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker." He smiles. "Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—" I shake my head. "I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it's normal!

It means you got your glow on." He smiled, hovering right alongside me. "It means you're on your way.

There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.

Maybe." I shrug. "But what I meant was, can't you use the makeup to cover it?" Miles rolls his eyes and scowls. "Oh, so I can sport a huge flesh-colored beacon instead? Would you look at this thing? There's no disguising it. It's got it's own DNA! It's casting shadows!

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.