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

When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted me over before stepping over the man himself. “Scott?” Adam said as we headed upstairs. “Yeah?” “Unless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I don’t want to see you lying in the walkway again.” “Yessir!

I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.