That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.

Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

I felt like I was watching the transfomation of two people: Victor to wolf, and Cole to someone else. I was the only one here, staying the same.

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

Hope hurt more than the cold.