The only certainty life contains is death.

Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.

She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

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.

I don't get mad, I get even.

Women are the bloodthirsty sex," said Ric sadly. "We get the reputation, but it is only because the women stand behind us, and say, Kill it. Squish it.

There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick’s car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack.