Obstreperous, ‘huh,” said Tad. “I see you’ve been using that Big Word of the Day calendar I got you last Christmas.” “That is irrefragable,” I told him solemnly.

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.

She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?

Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.

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