I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.

Now that I'm being very successful, publishers are trying to mainstream me, but I'm unabashedly genre. It's what I like to read, what I like to write

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

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.

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die.

Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities.