Do you like my working persona?" Saiman asked softly. "An aesthetically pleasing combination of intelligence and elegance, wouldn't you say?" Aren't we pleased with ourselves. "Are you Chinese, Japanese, half-white? I can't tell, your features are neither here nor there." "I'm inscrutable, mysterious and intellectual." He forgot conceited. "Did you have any trouble getting that ego through the door?" Saiman didn't even blink. "Not in the least.

Shapeshifter parenting motto—if your kid slit somebody's throat, always have a backup plan to make the body disappear.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.” “Maybe you should have it gold-plated.” “Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.

After I chased the werewolf and the vampire out of my office, I changed my clothes.

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway?" "Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.