He Was Like Superman, But With Fangs

His Heart's Occupied Elsewhere," Said Ben From Behind Me. "and Even If It Weren't He's Not Interested In Your Kind. But, I'm Available And Ready." "you Don't Have A Heart," I Told Him.” Just A Gaping Hole Where It Should Have Been. " "all The More Reason For You To Give Me Yours. " I Pounded My Forehead Against Warren 's Back. "tell Me Ben's Not Flirting With Me. " "hey," Said Ben Sounding Hurt. "i Was Talking Cannibalism, Not Romance.

When I Put Magic Into A Book - Whether It's A Wizard Or A Crusty Old Werewolf - I'm Asking A Reader To Swallow A Huge Leap That Is Counter To Everything He Or She Knows. An Extra Big Helping Of Reality Makes That Leap Go Down A Lot Easier.

We’d Spent Years As Adversaries, Two Predators Sharing Territory And A Certain, Unwelcome Attraction. Somehow, During All Those Years I Spent Outwardly Acquiescing To His Demands While Making Sure I Held My Own, I’d Won His Respect. I’d Had Werewolves Love Me And Hate Me, But I’d Never Had One Respect Me Before. Not Even Samuel. Adam Respected Me Enough To Act On My Suspicions. It Meant A Lot.

If You Could Just See Your Face,” She Told Me. “you Look Like A Cat In A Bathtub.

Tis The Gift To Be Gentle, ’tis The Gift To Be Fair, ’tis The Gift To Wake And Breathe The Morning Air, To Walk Every Day In The Path That We Choose, Is The Gift That We Pray We Will Never Never Lose.