A Stupid Ruler Is Much More Of

Where Does A Werewolf Sleep? Anywhere He Wants To.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.

I Could Hear Him Laughing. Son Of A Bit*h. I Would Kill Him. I Didn't Care If He Was Coyote Or The Son Of Satan.he Was A Dead Man Walking.

Are We Going To Portland?" I Asked. "or Multnomah Falls?" He Smiled At Me. "go To Sleep." I Waited Three Seconds. "are We There Yet?" His Smile Widened, And The Last Of The Usual Tension Melted From His Face. For A Smile Like That, I'd...do Anything.

Ms. Thompson, It Said In Heavy Block Letters, Please Keep Your Feline Off My Property. If I See It Again, I Will Eat It.