A Dominant Wolf's Desire To Protect Was

Things Change Whether You Want Them To, Or Not--unless You Are Dead. Don't Hold So Hard To The Past That You Die With It.

The Devout Belief That The World Is Explainable Is Both A Terrible Vulnerability And A Stout Shield.

I Suppose We Must Work On Being Gracious And Grateful Until We Can Do For Ourselves. Someday The Wheel Of Fate Will Put Us In A Position To Be Of Use To Them, And We Will Remember How Much Easier It Is To Give Help Than It Is To Accept It.

He Stepped Back With Exaggerated Courtesy. But When I Walked Past Him, He Swatted My Rump. Hard Enough To Sting. “you Need To Be More Careful,” He Growled. “keep Interfering In My Business And You Might Get Hurt.” I Said Sweetly As I Continued To Jesse's Room, “the Last Man Who Swatted Me Like That Is Rotting In His Grave.” “i Have No Doubt About It.” His Voice Was More Satisfied Then Contrite.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.