It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.

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

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

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.