Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.

First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.

I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction," Saiman said, his voice dry. "You both think violence is foreplay.

I dived for it, caught it three inches above the cement, and found myself face-to-face with the salamander. Ruby-red eyes regarded me with mild curiosity, black lips parted, and a long, spiderweb-thin filament of a tongue slithered from the salamander’s mouth and kissed the sphere’s glass in the reflection of my nose. Hi, I love you, too.

What is he doing here?" Curran growled. "He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. "Tough luck. You're mine.

Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.

No matter what happens, you will always be Pack. Because you have that loyalty and restraint. Not human, not whatever, but Kate. Unique and different, but not separate.