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

Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

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.

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

It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.