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

A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. “It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story.” “No,” said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. “If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker.

In this dream, I wasn’t a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote’s almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

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

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.