The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Somewhere in that database my name sat in its own little niche, the name of a reject, undisciplined and worthless. Just the way I liked it.

Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway.

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

Did he just rip out the engine?" I asked. "Yes", Saiman said. "And now he is demolishing the Maserati with it." Ten seconds later Curran hurled the twisted wreck of black and orange that used to be the Maserati into the wall. The first melodic notes of an old song came from the computer. I glanced at Saiman. He shrugged. "It begged for a soundtrack.

Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you.

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.