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

The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

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

Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

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.

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.