C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

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