The monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.

Do you have spies in Clan Heavy?” “I have spies everywhere.” I looked at Andrea, who was hoarding bacon on her plate. “She had tea with Mahon’s wife.” Andrea said. Aunt B looked at her. “You and I need to work on your air of mystery.

You should name him Fezzik." "Inconceivable.

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.

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

I wouldn't be able to do anything with my vampire horde except make it run around in a herd, but it would be a very impressive herd.

The dark scary servant of all evil was on his way to rescue me. Somehow that thought failed to make me warm and fuzzy.