Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.

Love is not necessary for sex.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.