Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

Evil must always be fought.

Wizards are a secretive lot.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin. "You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me. "The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.