It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

A man learns with age, if he is lucky.

Ben rubbed his muzzle over Kyle’s shoulder in a way that I think was supposed to be reassuring. Kyle sucked in a breath. Either it hurt, or the reminder that the werewolf was big enough to rub his shoulder without much effort wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Ben, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?” asked Kyle. Or else Ben’s breath was really bad.

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

It is not wise to give something old and powerful something they care about. And I am very old.