I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." - Jean-Claude

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

You are an abomination before God. Jesus loves you too, I said smiling.

Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.

She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.

I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.