How is it that I could run into a gunfight against overwhelming odds and put myself between bullets and civilians, but I couldn't scrape together enough courage to speak to the one person who mattered the most to me?

How did the hearing go?” she asked. “We won, sort of,” Kaldar said. “We die at dawn.” “The court gave the Sheeriles twenty-four hours,” William corrected. “Yes, but ‘we die at dawn the day after tomorrow’ doesn’t sound nearly as dramatic.” “Does it have to be dramatic all the time?” Catherine murmured. “Of course. Everyone has a talent. Yours is crocheting and mine is making melodramatic statements.

I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.

Who is that?” “Your replacement.” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.