He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.

Elena?" "Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.

I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.

We had one gun, one werewolf, one poltergeist, one supercharged spell-caster, one not-so-supercharged spell-caster, and one perfectly useless necromancer, though Liz was quick to remind me that she needed me to relay her words. - Chloe

Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler’s neck in 2.8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.

My past was a private obstacle, not a public excuse.

You wanna fight?" I asked. He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, "Yeah. I do." "Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.