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

Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

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

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

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

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.