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.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.

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.

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

Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions." She was lecturing him, so she stopped. "Sorry. Hang around with Bran too long, and see if you don’t start passing around the Marrok’s advice as if he were Confucius.

Don't make light of any man's pain.