Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

I locked the door, for what good it would do me, and went to bed. The Browning Hi-Power was in its second home, a modified holster strapped to the headboard of my bed. The crucifix was cool metal around my neck. I was as safe as I was going to be and almost too tired to care. I took one more thing to bed with me, a stuffed toy penguin named Sigmund. I don't sleep with him often, just every once in a while after someone tries to kill me. Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

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

I'd made sure I knew his name. You shouldn't ask people to die for you if you don't at least know their name.