Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.” “So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said.

I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I'd left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.

It felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.

This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.

whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, says the sea, but I don't believe her.