Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice changed completely, the heat and anger gone, "Mercy, come here." I didn't look down to see what he'd noticed in Mac's face. I took a step, but Mac was wrapped around my left leg. I stopped before I fell. "Uhm. I'm a little stuck for the moment.

Much awkwardness ensued.

Evil must always be fought.

Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.

Yes,' he said sincerely. 'Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

Truth is without flourishes or manners and runs with a logic all its own.

A man's immortality can be found in his children.