Never Accept The Blame For

I Don't Like It When I Outweigh My Men.

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

Wizards Don't All Look Alike.

Mercy," Said My Mother Thoughtfully, "you Never Told Me Your Werewolf Neighbor Was Quite That Hot.

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.