Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live." "Did she?" Charles looked at her, and she saw the approval in his face. She doubted anyone else would have read anything at all. His voice was a caress, just for her. "Would you like that, love?

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

People who know other people’s secrets can’t afford to do things that impair their ability to control their mouths.

Don't make light of any man's pain.

That is the freakiest thing that ever happened to me.” I nodded toward the mess. “And if you knew my life, you’d realize just how freaky that is.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.