Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.

I need you," he said to her, this woman who'd fought for her own right to live her life free of limits, "to build me some remote detonation devices." Amazing brown eyes shot with blue peering into his as she pressed her nose to his. "You always say the most romantic things.

Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.

What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.