Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

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

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

The Elders were closer to the Maker of All Things and should be deferred to whenever they made their will known.

There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.

Why is it that all cars are women?" he asked. "Because they're fussy and demanding," answered Zee. "Because if they were men, they'd sit around and complain instead of getting the job done," I told him.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.