Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.

I saved the baby. I saved her. For you." - Bran

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.

And men my prophet wail deride!

I have a vamp body for you," Andrea said. "It's in the freezer." I gave her a nice smile. "You shouldn't have.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.