Zealots are like one track-pony. Don't get in their way without expecting to get hurt.

Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions.

Civilization is vastly overrated.

We’d spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly acquiescing to his demands while making sure I held my own, I’d won his respect. I’d had werewolves love me and hate me, but I’d never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.

Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?

I don't break; I bounce.