Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

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.

It was as if the power and loneliness of the vampires' world had combined with the group oriented puppy-pile world of the shapeshifters and made something new.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?