Cerise ran through the course in her mind. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” She paused, not sure if she’d said it correctly. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” “Thank you, Dora. Put the sword back into Backpack and we’ll go.” He nodded at the river. “Who is Dora?” “You are. Dora the Explorer. Vamanos. Put the sword away or I will take it from you.

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.

It could be worse," he said finally. "Efrenia married an arsonist. Jake's wife is a kleptomaniac. I suppose, a psychopathic spree killer isn't that odd of a choice, considering.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

True strength isn’t in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it’s in having the will to shield those who need your protection.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf.