Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.

This is payback, isn't it?" Jim glared at me. "Don't be ridiculous," I told him. "As the Consort of the Pack, I'm far above petty revenge.

Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

On the plus side, if he ever had to fight through a roomful of adolescent girls, he only needed to blink (his velvet brown eyes framed in embarassingly long lashes) a few times, and they would all faint.

Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.