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

Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.

On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

No, you’re not going with him.” I crossed my arms. “Who decided that?” He put on his “I’m alpha and I’m putting my foot down” expression. “I decided.

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.

I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy to oblige.