If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

How can you stand to have me near you?" "The only thing I can't handle is your leaving.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.