He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

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.

He can stop me in my tracks, but he can't make me do someting I don't want to

The Elders were closer to the Maker of All Things and should be deferred to whenever they made their will known.