When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.

Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.

When you dance with the devil, it might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.

Perfection is an unattainable goal. It isn't going to be perfect. Just get words down on paper, and when you stumble to what you think is the end of the book, you will have hundreds of pages of words that came out of your head. It may not be perfect, but it looks like a book.

I wasn't like most girls.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.