The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

It is not wise to give something old and powerful something they care about. And I am very old.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

She sees ghosts,” said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people,” I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadn’t thought he’d be a moviegoer.