The woman frowned. "I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.

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

You’re the most experienced investigator I’ve got who’s not tied up in something, and I can’t ask the Consort to look look into it, because A) she and Curran are working on something else and B) when the Consort gets involved, half of the world blows up.

Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.

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.

All men are liars. All women are liars, too.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.