A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.
She understood now why so many members of her kind died so young. It was possible to squeeze an entire lifetime of living into a single day: to live more, to more, in the span of twenty-four hours than most did in eighty years. Shape-shifters lived i...
Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.
Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.
They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.
...there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.
Heritage was everything: it was a golden skeleton key, gleaming with power, able to get the wielder through any number of locked doors; it was the christening of the marriage bed with virgin blood on snow-white sheets; it was the benediction of a pri...
He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.
Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.
Maybe it frightened them, to admit that a woman could be master of her fate.
If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.
Why do women always feel they have to settle for less?
We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.
In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size d...
In trials of ir'n and silver fain “The dead will rise and walk again “The blesséd few that touch the light “Will aid the war against the night. “But one by one they all will die “Without a cause to rule them by “As Darkness spreads acros...
Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation.
Psychological imprisonment was no less uncomfortable than its physical counterpart. In some ways, it was even worse; it provided the illusion of physical freedom, but garnered none of the benefits of it.
But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.
