Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

My foster mother always laughed and said it was his reputation for knowing everything that allowed for him to appear infallible: all he had to do was walk through the room and see who looked guiltiest when they saw him. Maybe she was right, but I tried looking innocent the next time, and it didn't work.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldn’t love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didn’t love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didn’t want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldn’t be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.

You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.