Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.

People think I built the Pack, because I'm the guy who has the welfare of all shapeshifters in mind. They're wrong. Everything I built, I did so that when I mate and have children, nobody can touch my family. (...) I built all this so I can protect you.

No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable.

You sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll make you coffee and ask you about your day.

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

If you can't make it go away, wait it out.

I have a serious question." "I will give a serious answer." "Can a god be killed?" The humor drained from Roman's face. "Well, that depends on if you're a pantheist or a Marxist." "What's the difference?" "The first believes that divinity is the universe. The two are synonymous and nonexistent without each other. The second believes in anthropocentrism, seeing man in the center of the universe, and god as just an invention of human conscience. Of course, if you follow Nietzsche, you can kill God just by thinking about him.