I tend to watch a lot of movies at home. It's nice to be close to the refrigerator with my pyjamas on and just relax.

Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.

My line of work makes you aware of the fragility of life. You can get up in the morning, eat your cornflakes, blow-dry your hair, go to work and end up dead.

Many fiction writers who put the science in dont get it right.

I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.

Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of sensible shoes.

I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?