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?

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy.

Evil must always be fought.

Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

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.