Give me an opportunity to fail," Saiman said. "I promise my corpse won't interrupt your 'I told you so' speech.

Mmmm, Kate, the Chief of Security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body then the woman who owns it?" "Curran, I will punch you.

On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.

A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.

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.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.