Goddess” he said. Her voice floated to us. Yes, Child.” Will I see you again?” Just her voice now, young and old at the same time. “In the face of every woman you meet

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

When sex is necessary for the plot of a book, or a character development, then I don't shy away from it. Why should I?