Your welcome means more to me, Ivy Alisha Tamwood, than a thousand souls. Watching Rachel work is a wonder of one catastrophe after another.

You can trust me to keep my word. I always keep my word, promises or threats.

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.

Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.

The warm dampness of her breath made me shiver at the mix of the familiar and the unknown, with a soft exhalation she shifted her head and her lips found my collarbone, teasingly shy of my old scar. Tendrils pulsed in time with my heart, building on the ones before to an unseen height.