When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

She sees ghosts,” said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people,” I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadn’t thought he’d be a moviegoer.

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

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.

A king who trusts no man is weak.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

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