When you walk a dog on a short leash, she's close enough to bite you.

I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

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

Just to make sure the odd humanoid aberration doesn't get away, always pin it through the nuts.

What happened to the alpha-wolf?" "LEGOs." "Legos?" It sounded Greek but I couldn't recall anything mythological with that name. Wasn't it an island? "He was carrying a load of laundry into the basement and tripped on the old set of LEGOs his kids left on the stairs. Broke two ribs and an ankle.

Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.

He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?