Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow." Her voice held a smile. "So am I

It doesn’t bother you that your canine brethren are being paraded around show rings like slaves?” “My canine brethren?” I said. “I don’thave any canine brethren.” “How can you say that! You’re a werewolf.” “That’s right. I’m a werewolf, not a poodle. What makes you think I have any kinship with dogs?

Now, what does a vampire do with a computer? Keep track of investments? Send e-mail to other vampires as you all plot to take over the world?” “I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia making corrections to the entries of historical figures I’ve known.” I blinked at him. “Really?” “No, Kitty. That was a joke.