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.

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

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.