Nothing Is Certain, Ma Petite,

Who Hit You?" "why, So You Can Go Beat Him Up?" "one Of The Fringe Benefits Of Being My Human Servant Is My Protection." "i Don't Need Your Protection, Jean-claude." "he Hurt You." "and I Shoved A Gun Into His Groin And Made Him Tell Me Everything He Knew," I Said.

...you Don't Need Ghosts To Be Haunted. Memory Does That Just Fine Without Any Supernatural Help At All.

Neal Stood, Kicking Free Of The Clinging Curtain. "i'll Kill You." I Drew The Firestar And Pointed It At Him. "i Don't Think So." "she Is Pack Now," Sylvie Said. "you Fight One Of Us, And You Fight All Of Us." Edward Raised His Eyebrows At Me. "what Is Going On, Anita?" "i Think I've Been Adopted," I Said.

People Are Supposed To Fear The Unknown, But Ignorance Is Bliss When Knowledge Is So Damn Frightening.

A Crowd Is An Elemental Thing. A Word, A Glance, And A Crowd Becomes A Mob.