Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

It means black kitten," I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. "And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten?" "They're wererats, Ares," I said. He frowned at me. "They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.

What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.