Are you the welcoming committee? Or has Jeremy finally chained you up to the front gate where you belong?" "I missed you too.

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.

There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.

He said "cool" like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented.