Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires---outmatched is n understatement.

He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

I like what you've done to your face," Ben said, tapping his eye.