A Stupid Ruler Is Much More Of

Drink It,” I Told Her. “it’s Good For What Ails You. Caffeine And Sugar. I Don’t Drink It, So I Ran Over To Your House And Stole The Expensive Stuff In Your Freezer. It Shouldn’t Be That Bad. Samuel Told Me To Make It Strong And Pour Sugar Into It. It Should Taste Sort Of Like Bitter Syrup.” She Gave Me A Smile Smile, Then A Bigger One, And Plugged Her Nose Before She Drank It Down In One Gulp. “next Time," She Said In A Hoarse Voice, “i Make The Coffee.

I'm A Coyote Shapeshifter Playing In A World Of Werewolves And Vampires---outmatched Is N Understatement.

Coyote Never Loses. Because I Change The Rules Of The Games My Enemies Play. What Are The Rules Of Your Game?

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.

Honey, ... When A Wolf Watches A Lamb, He's Not Thinking About The Lamb's Mommy.