We were U.S. Marshals. We hunted and killed the monsters. We did not run from them

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

You awful hard to kill, Anita.' 'There's a first time, Luther, and that's all it takes.

Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.

His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

No name-calling truly bites deep unless, in some dark part of us, we believe it. If we are confident enough then it is just noise.