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.

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.

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

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

What is it about her that is so goddamned special?