Some people are boys longer than others.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

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