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.

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered if Isaac did this all the time-and, if so, how he avoided getting photos in the paper with captions like "Local Alpha Trips Over Child" or "Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.

Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

I don't like it when I outweigh my men.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

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