I can't protect you from knowledge.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.

Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here.” "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.

Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.