I Was Going To Fight Vampires, And

Identity Was Partly Heritage, Partly Upbringing, But Mostly The Choices You Make In Life. ~ Bran

Charles Preferred His Deer To Taste Like Meat And His Pancakes To Look Like Pancakes. Brother Wolf Thought He Was Too Picky. Brother Wolf Was Probably Right.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

New Rules. If You Are Smart Enough To Live, You Won’t Hit Charles’s Mate In Front Of His Father.

She Was On The Far Side, Leaving Two Cold Feet Of Mattress Between Them. He Knew That She'd Fall Asleep Like That... And Then Gradually Move Over Until She Was Plastered Against Him. Then He Could Go To Sleep, Too.