You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.

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

Why vampires? You write centuries-long family sagas—why not write historical epics without any hint of the supernatural?" "Well, that would be boring, wouldn't it?" "Yeah, God only knows what Tolstoy was thinking.

I grinned at him. 'Jealous?' He grinned right back. 'That's a trick question. If I say yes you'll accuse me of being paranoid and unreasonable, and if I say no you'll make some defensive crack about how I don't think you're worth getting jealous over.' This is what I got for hooking up with a lawyer.

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.